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Maria woke early the next morning, she looked over to Harry still asleep, quiet and still. ‘It’s a long time since I woke up with a man in my bed,’ she thought with a smile; spontaneously she leant over and kissed him very gently, Harry did not stir and Maria thought again, “Look at him he’s so peaceful, no one would ever guess what he is like in bed.”



She got up showered in the second bathroom to avoid disturbing Harry and made herself a coffee. On returning, Harry was still fast asleep, so she took her coffee onto the small balcony which led from her bedroom. Maria sat down; her view looked out over her property towards the river and the centre of Hawksworth beyond. She felt totally relaxed in the relative cool of the early morning, and as she sipped her coffee, she fell back into her earlier daydreams.



What had he called her? “Priceless,” it was silly, she smiled to herself, but at the time it was perfect, and then Harry had made love to her; they had kissed, they had rolled around on the blanket next to the pool, then he had sucked her nipples. Rock hard nipples Maria remembered, touching herself for a moment as a reminder, she smiled, and then he had moved down inexorably, to eat her out again. In the cool of the morning it seemed in one sense like a blur to Maria, but the pleasure, the tormenting pleasure of his probing searching tongue went on and on looping through her mind, again and again to a relived climax.



What Harry had wanted had been a little unexpected: Maria bit her lip pensively as she remembered, Harry had turned her over onto her hands and knees and fucked her, it was no longer lovemaking, he had taken her, ‘he fucked me,’ reflected Maria. To call it rough sex was not enough, the sheer energy, the urgency with which he plunged into her without regard for anything electrified her, she gloried in it, and when his climax came he fell on her back biting hard into her shoulder as his semen flooded her womb. Maria remembered no pain or hurt only a surge of complete joy, a joy of giving herself completely.



“Day dreaming?” Harry had woken up and padded quietly over.



“Mmmm, you could call it that” she replied as he kissed the top of her head. Then Maria woke up properly, “You had better hop in the shower and get dressed if you are working today, time’s marching on, it must be almost eight already.”



“Yes you’re right, I had better get moving.”



“Be downstairs in ten minutes for some breakfast.”



Harry met the deadline with a minute to spare. “Porridge with fruit on the side and a huge mug of tea, what’s this about Maria, porridge oats in the morning and pasta in the evening, are you trying to build me up?”



“No,” she laughed “it’s carbohydrates for energy, oats, slow release in the morning, wheat pasta for quick energy in the evening, I’m optimising your performance, and looking after my own best interests at the same time.”



“I’m partial to my favourite sweetmeat myself” responded Harry, putting an arm around her playfully.



“Don’t I know it,” retorted Maria brushing him off, “And if last nights last performance is a guide, you prefer your sweetmeat to be steaming in a sticky marinade.”



“Maybe,” grinned Harry pausing between mouthfuls, “I was a bit carried away, I put it down to the pheromones, your body heat and yes, maybe it was the marinade, as you so decorously put it.”



“I’m not complaining, I’m just wondering what you’re going to come up with to top it.”



“Ah ha,” said Harry “Well I do have designs on…hello who’s this?”



A small truck had turned into the driveway, and as it straightened to proceed down the track to the old house, the sign on its side was clear, “Salt’s Engineering:” the Bruton brothers had bought the firm but retained the old name.



“That’ll be old George with one of Cory’s men bringing back the new tyres for the tractor, I’ll have to rush, I want them to give me a hand with those trunks.”



Harry grabbed a banana and made hastily for the door. “Hey wait a moment,” cried Maria “designs on what exactly?”



Harry hesitated for no more than a second and answered with a huge grin “But your ass of course…your wonderful magnificent ass.” And then he was gone.



Maria was left talking to herself for a moment. “Surely not, he can’t mean, no of course not, he couldn’t possibly…could he?”



Harry arrived just as George and his workmate had started to unload the first of the wheels. “Ah good,” George greeted him “we’ve got the hoist on the truck but an extra pair of hands would be handy manoeuvring these big wheels, especially,” he added “seeing as the only help I’ve got is this useless article.” The useless article old George referred to was a large affable young man about Harry’s age, he grinned “G’day I’m Pete, don’t mind George, the truth is the poor old sod’s a bit past it, so we could do with a bit of help.”



Old George and Pete continued to bicker and abuse each other, in a way that only the very best of mates can, while Harry observed that both of them were in fact, very competent and sure in their work. In what seemed to Harry a surprisingly short time they had the massive wheels unloaded and re-fitted.



“Now I s’pose,” observed old George accurately, “You’ve got something you want us to do for you.”



“Right,” confirmed Harry “I want Pete to give me a hand to carry a couple of steel trunks and a chest down from upstairs. The trunks in particular are too awkward and heavy for one person. If Pete could give me a hand to load them onto my ute I can then take them up to Maria’s house for her.”



“We can do better than that,” suggested Pete, “We’ll use our truck because we’ve got the hoist and it’ll be much easier to load and unload.”



The two young men made their way upstairs to the tune of George telling them to get on with it because he didn’t have all day.



“What’s the camera for?”



“Oh my aunt is interested in the history of this place and asked me to photograph everything before it was moved. I was going to get Maria to take them, but perhaps you could help. Harry quickly took a dozen pictures and asked Pete to take a few more with him in them as his aunt Diane had requested. They soon had more than enough



“What’s this?” asked Pete, noticing the chest in the back corner



“Only an old chest of drawers.”



“No… I don’t think so, look at these brass handles, two on each side, one above the other, and also the fancy brass work on the corners. The top half probably lifts off.”



“What is it then?”



“I’m not absolutely certain,” replied Pete, “But it might be a campaign chest.”



Harry was none the wiser for being told that, and was conscious of keeping old George waiting; “Come on, we had better get it all shifted.”



Harry and Pete soon had both trunks, and the chest on the truck and as Pete had guessed the chest separated into two equal parts quite readily. “Just as well” Harry exclaimed “it must be stacked full it weighs so much.”



“Pete you take the truck up to Mrs Bunce’s house,” instructed George, “Harry and I’ll follow you.”



“Now young Harry, I wondered why you took the tin work off the tractor when you cleaned up, was there a possum, or something like that nesting under it.



“Yes there had been, though what it was I don’t know, but it was a real mess.”



“Well thanks; it saved me a bit of time you thinkin’ of that.”



Conscious that any thanks from old George was hard earned, Harry changed the subject, “you were giving Pete a hard time back there, he’s not that bad surely?”



“Course he ain’t,” George cackled, “Young bugger’s the best bloody apprentice I’ve trained for years, but apprentices are all the same; cuss ‘em and kick em up the ass, whether they need it or not, that’s my method, keeps their mind on the job, otherwise all they think about is football and girls.”



“Well, I’m glad I’m not your apprentice.”



“Mighta done you good,” grinned the old man toothlessly, I’ve turned some unpromising lummoxes into pretty fair mechanics, so maybe there might be hope for you yet.”



They lurched to a halt, and George got out of the ute well pleased with himself for coming out ahead in the exchange.



Maria came out to greet them and directed Harry and Pete to her study where the trunks were to be stowed. That was soon done. “I think I’ll leave the chest out here in the conservatory then I can wash it down and decide what to do with it.”



“Oh no,” exclaimed Pete, “You mustn’t do that,” but then he turned bright red embarrassed at his outburst.



“Who are you to be telling Mrs Bunce what to do, you cheeky varmint,” protested old George.



Harry interrupted, “Hang on a moment, Pete was telling me something about this chest, and he probably has a good reason for what he was saying.”



“Well yes,” replied Pete collecting himself, “First Mrs Bunce, the chest appears to be full of something and it’s very heavy so it’s probably papers, second the timber has been in the dark for ninety odd years and though it’s not cracked it must be very dry, so if you washed it, some of the water is bound to get through to the contents and they would be damaged, and if the chest was left in the sun in a hot conservatory it would crack up in no time.”



“You have a good point about the possibility of damaging the papers,” agreed Maria, “But I’m not bothered about the chest of drawers itself, so it can just go in the conservatory.”



“But I think perhaps you should be bothered Mrs Bunce,” persisted Pete, “Because it’s not a chest of drawers, it’s a campaign chest, at least I think it is.”



“What’s a campaign chest, and why should this be one?”



“Well Mrs Bunce, campaign chests were very popular for officers in the British Army, in fact most armies a hundred and fifty years ago. They served as a piece of furniture that the officers could also use as trunks when they travelled, overseas or on campaign, that’s why they’ve got the handles on the side. If you look closely, the top two levels of drawers are split into three but the middle one is probably a false drawer, and when you unlock it my guess is that will fold out as a small writing desk. If it’s what I think, it will be worth restoring.”



“I’m impressed Pete, where did you learn all this.”



“My girlfriend Tracey, her uncle restores old furniture for a hobby, he even makes it from scratch, his house is full of it.



Old George interrupted, “So you’re goin’ out with Billy Thompson’s niece, and I thought young Tracey had a bit of sense, but you’re right about Billy, he’s a pretty good builder but he’s a much better joiner, does some really top class work.”



“Coming from you George, that’s a really big wrap,” observed Harry.



“Well I ain’t one to praise too much, but Billy’s a top tradesman, we had an expert up here from Sydney a few years back, and he swore some chairs Billy had made were genuine antiques. He was a bit flummoxed when Billy told ‘im they was only six months old, but then he said, ‘damnit if they fooled me they’ll fool anyone else,’ and he offered to buy anything Billy could make. Billy wouldn’t be in it though, said he didn’t want to make a business out of it.”



Once started, Maria knew that old George would take some stopping, so she brought the discussion to a halt, “That settles it then, Harry and Pete can you put it into the study with the other things and Pete” she added, “Thank you for you advice, and you too George; I will ask Mr Thompson what I should do with it.”



Their task was soon completed, Pete and old George left and as both Harry and Maria observed they were arguing again before the truck even turned onto the road. “Do you reckon those two ever stop squabbling,” grinned Harry.



“Not a chance,” laughed Maria, “If they did they would have to admit how much they liked each other, so it won’t happen. Now I suppose, you will be getting off to work too.”



“Yes I have a few things to do, but I’ll be back this afternoon, will I see you here then?”



“Only if you are a bit later than usual, I won’t be back until about seven thirty.”



“Ok I’ll see you then.”



As things turned out although Harry only had a couple of jobs planned, the phone started ringing almost as soon as he had left Maria’s, he was flat out all day and by mid afternoon had decided to give the old house a miss for the day. He finished his last job at seven in the evening just giving him time for a shower and a burger before arriving at Maria’s just before eight. Maria had arrived only seconds before and was removing what appeared to be the spoils of a major shopping expedition from her car.



“Can I give you a hand with that?”



“Thanks.”



“It looks as though you have bought up the entire shop.”



“No I haven’t” retorted Maria, “it’s nearly all clothes, I have to get a lot made to measure, mainly because of my height. I go to a little Italian tailor who makes suits for men; I suspect I’m his only female client.”



“That’d be Mr Iemma, but you’re not his only female client, his daughter has an internet based business selling wedding dresses and special event dresses for formals, proms and such like. She obtains the orders and deals with the business side, whilst he and a group of ladies actually make the clothes.”



“Is that right, he’s such a sweetie, a real gentleman but very shy, he always makes sure his daughter is there when I go for an appointment, she does most of the fitting and takes measurements and afterwards he likes to talk about what he is going to do and we sit down and have coffee with lovely Italian cakes that his wife makes. It’s all very civilized.”



“Crikey, I never got that treatment when he made me a suit.”



“Of course not, Mr Iemma may be shy but he’s a gentleman and an Italian, so he knows how to treat a lady… and,” added Maria, “He’s a superb tailor and dressmaker.”



“Well, I know I’m not a tailor or dressmaker and certainly not Italian but hopefully” he suggested, putting an arm around Maria, “Maybe I can be a gentleman.”



“Mmmm,’ not to sure about that,” replied Maria responding quickly “Think of yourself as a work in progress, I would have thought a real gentleman lover would have had me half undressed and on the way to bed by now.”



A little more than forty minutes later Maria was becoming rapidly convinced of Harry’s progress, as she bucked furiously out of control, in the throes of her second orgasm. “Oh God don’t ever let it stop” she cried as Harry burst inside her, a river of cum flooding, penetrating deep into her womb. She was silent for a few seconds just twitching and heaving slightly, involuntarily, as she came down.



“Oh my God,” she repeated, “Now I feel all warm and mushy, it’s like I’m in a dream and I don’t want to wake up.” Harry knew from experience that he wasn’t expected to say anything, he had got used to Maria taking a long time to come down from her climax. He knew instinctively that she just wanted him to hold her close, while she chattered about how she felt. “That was so good, just so good, now just hold me,” she said as though reading his thoughts. He did so and she mumbled an incoherent contentment, “Your cock in me, I so love it, and when you come, mmmm” she trailed off, “It’s so lovely.”



Then after some time Maria quite suddenly spoke up, she giggled, “You have got yourself a couple of new champions, at least one of them is new anyway.”



“What do you mean?”



“Well today before my visit to Mr Iemma I had a lunch date, half a dozen of us, women of a certain age I suppose, we try to get together every couple of months or so. Me, Susan Tremaine, Carol Johnson and her partner Lois, Frances Gear, the doctor and Bella Mason the High School Principal. Trixie the rector’s wife was invited but couldn’t come.



“Anyway Bella was telling us all, that she was taking you on a trip up to Armidale for a conference. She got Carol’s back up a bit, I think it was because Bella was talking about you as a representative of her school, in a way that implied credit to Bella rather than the people who actually taught you — like Carol of course.”



“Oh, Mrs Mason’s just an ambitious woman, there’s no harm in that.”



“Maybe not, but Carol was pretty quick to tell her that you weren’t someone who could be led by the nose.”



Harry laughed, but then Maria added, “Susan then jumped in and told Bella, that someone she knew very well had told her that you had a knack for working out exactly what a woman wanted and taking your own initiative. I suppose she was referring to Alice because I hadn’t told her anything like that.



“Now what are you laughing about,” said Maria turning over to face him, “It isn’t that funny.”



“No it isn’t,” replied Harry, “Except for the fact, that it’s the second time someone has alerted me to Mrs Mason.



“What do you mean?”



Harry told her what his aunt had said ,of which Maria promptly concluded, “So Carol and Susan were right, she is manipulating you.”



“No she’s not, organising me a bit perhaps, but that’s all, and you can hardly blame her for wanting to promote her own school.”



“I suppose not,” smiled Maria sweetly, “In any case with Carol, Susan and your aunt looking out for you you’ll be alright.”



“I don’t need anyone to look out for me, though Carol doesn’t surprise me, she’s pretty assertive herself, Susan, Mrs Tremaine though, it surprised me that she got involved.”



“Susan does surprise people, most of them just see a stunningly beautiful woman who is just too nice to be true, but she is also very smart and determined, neither of which are quite so obvious. She’s sometimes slow to make her mind up but once Susan has decided on something it’s very hard to stop her. Anyway, I guess that all we are saying is, do not let Bella manipulate you.”



“Oh I shan’t, there’s only one woman who is allowed to do that and she has been very neglectful of her duties these past few minutes.”



“Is that so, in that case I had better take you in hand.” Harry felt her long fingers wind themselves around his cock. “Mmmm you’re paying attention now; in fact you’re like a sentry standing to attention, stiff straight and ready for action.”



And action commenced.



The next few days were uneventful, Harry continued to be fully occupied, working all day and making love with Maria in the evening. Harry’s aunt emailed to say her research had gone particularly well and she was going to extend her stay in Sydney for a couple more days. Towards the end of the week Harry’s phone rang; “G’day mate ‘ow er yer goin,” it was the unmistakeable voice of Billy Thompson.



“Hi, what can I do for you?”



“Well Harry,” Billy explained, I checked this morning’ how many bricks you had ready and I was hopin’ you could get out another three full pallets by Friday arvo. Reason is,” he continued “Is that I’ve got two extra brickies who have agreed to work right through the weekend, it’ll let us catch up after that bad weather we had a couple of weeks back. That should be enough for ‘em to finish the job.”



Harry thought for a second or two “Yes I reckon I can do that, I’ll just put in a long session on Thursday.”



“Good lad, oh and by the way, Mrs Bunce dropped by my place. We had a yarn about renovating the old house, I’m gunna give her a quote, hope she goes ahead, because it would be a real interestin’ job.”



“Ok then Billy, if you don’t hear from me, you can assume the bricks will be ready for you.”



Thursday, however, dawned cloudy and threatening and it looked ever more ominous as time went on, the forecast said heavy rain, and thunderstorms for the afternoon and evening. It was hot and seemed even hotter when black clouds started to move in bringing oppressive humidity with them.



“Looks as though I am going to get wet,” said Harry to himself “But can’t be helped, I promised Billy I would get the job done.” Harry threw several towels and another change of clothing into his ute as he set out. When he got to Maria’s he decided not to take his ute down to the old House. ‘Might be difficult to get back up the steep slope if it rains hard’.

She was mother of my new best friend and made heads turned when she walked elegantly with her tall femininity. I saw men go crazy in her presence and my pop was one of her silent admirers. At 42 she maintained her shape quite well as compared to other barrel shaped aunties.



I was over 18 years old and used to visit her house a lot. Some times I could feel she used to look at me differently, moving around in low neck short gown with no bra. I was fascinated by her bouncing boobs and rippling ass…and would masturbate later many times.



My experience with 2 girls of my age was good but both were silly about keeping their virginity intact and never wanted to get fucked in real way so I had to content with hurried fondling, fingering, stroking and kissing only and would later unload my semen by pumping my dick hard.



Some times she would bend down to pick some some thing from floor with her ass to me. I would see most of her naked butt and my tool would jump up.



She would turn and look at me with a smile and would go, leaving me very hard and hot. I was beginning to realize that she did show her nude butt to tease me. It was difficult not to have an erection whenever she come near. My dear studious friend Raman was oblivious of her hot design on me, and I never shared. That would have been the end of our friendship with a messy fist fight.



One afternoon, my friend asked me to stay at his place for night , as he and his pop were to visit some relative for two days. I had stayed at his place many times and didn’t think much about it. But suddenly hot possibilities looked possible. I have never had full sex with any girl, and was jerking of most of time as a horny teenager would.



As evening fell, I reached and rang bell. My friend along with is pop have already left. She was wearing a short gown and smiled widely at me. She took me to her bedroom and asked me to take bath and get ready for dinner.



I went in the washroom and took my cloth off. There was this full length mirror which bounced back my nude image. I have never seen my self nude in such a big mirror and was amused to see my erect tool from various angles.



I started to stroke my dick as image of her thighs hit my senses with erotic images. I could hear her humming and moving around out side. I saw her panties hanging and put one to my nose. I had never done that before and my tool jerked wildly as smell of her pussy got in …I started to stroke while smelling her panty and even licked it.



Suddenly I heard few claps. I opened my eyes to see her standing behind me with lusty glazed look on her sexy face. I stopped stroking. She told me to take is easy as a boy of my age must jerk off to stay sane.



She started to massage my back and got very close to me. For me it was a long held dream coming true. I was told to take bath fast as she had a surprise waiting for me.



When I got out sheepishly she has laid the table. I was pulled to sit next to her and faint smell of scent was making me dreamy.



Dinner over, we moved to lawn with dimmed shaded lamps. She asked me about how long I have been rubbing myself and have ever been with a girl. Her hand slowly caressed my right thigh. My hand was put on her breasts but I was getting a huge erection and was impatient to unload my boiling semen.



Sensing my urgency, slipped her hand in and dug my hardness out. Her compliments on my thickness and size of sack was open and had effect on me.



Suddenly the spray sprouted and hit her front as scene of semen hit me. I was told not to worry, as my sack seemed full to last whole night.



She led me inside and threw her gown open and ordered me to eat her.



I knelt before her, conjuring up porn images of men and women giving oral sex.



Her smell hit my nose as my nose got close to her.



She had no panties, sighed and pulled my head closer. The smell was new for me and over powering. As seen in porn, I darted my tongue out to touch her bush covered prize. The taste was salty. She moaned and spread legs wider to give more excess. Cupping her hips, I started to lap and got frenzied and felt my tool hardening swiftly. She pressed me closer and I felt spasms going through her body. Her voice turned hoarse and egged me to eat more, pushing her on my hungry mouth. Female pleasure cried were never heard my me, expect on porn and my tool was constrained in my stretched half pant. Suddenly she cried aloud and pulled my hairs wildly.



My mouth was soaked in her sprouting juices. She pushed me harder on to her rubbed her self with urgency .



With a loud throaty scream she stopped.



More juices gushed out, and I drank like a hungry dog.



She slumped on the wide sofa and asked me to remove my cloths. I watched her opening legs wide to expose her hairy vagina. Thick darkened outer lips merged with thick black growth. Her index finger was buried in her hole as she watched me undressed. I was signaled to come near, her eyes were fixed on my erect tool.



She moaned fingering her hole and grabbed my jerky tool. Her mouth opened and gulped my whole length with one push on my butt.



A strange sensation went through me as her tongue lapped the knob and sucked. Saliva dripped on her chin and bouncing boobs. Her fingers worked dexterously, making her butt lift up and down to aid her effort.



Suddenly a spasms of pleasure, broke over me, she sensed it, sucked and lapped feverishly. Her cries were muffled, sucking me.



With an uncontrollable deep throatily cry, I felt a thick string of semen coursing through my shaking, pleasure soaked body to her hot sucking mouth.



I felt dazed and happy.



I have been sucked first time and sucked like hell, by a mature women. She let go of my tool and I slumped near to her. A string of semen emerged from eye of my half hard tool slipping out of her mouth and stuck to her chin. A blob of semen dripped down to her dark nipple. Her eyes were lusty; she guided my hand to exposed vagina. It was bigger than I could ever imagine, pouting thick outer lips, thick black pubic hairs. A small penis looking thing stood out of her vagina. I touched it lightly and she pushed her butt up to increase pressure.



She guided my mouth to her left breast.



It was my first experience of kissing a woman breast and it felt very good. I suckled on nipples and my fingers went down to caress her vagina. Her hand guided me how to do it, and what gave her pleasure.



She asked me to put three fingers in her, with increasing moans and loud pleasure cries.



As my shaking index finger touched her small penis like bud, she let out a shriek and opened her legs wider, thrusting her butt up to grind. My first exposure to soft folds of vaginal intricacies is still imprinted in my mind scape. She asked me to watch her touching herself. I watched transfixed at her delicate manipulations. I was suddenly come to realize that all the large windows were open and curtains were drawn aside. The house was large with shady trees, but any one could have just walked in to watch us. I was going to tell her about it, but she read my mind and told me not to bother, as no one will come. And even if one did, she didn’t care. I was confused and fascinated by her fearlessness and openness. My dick was now rock hard and strings of juice pouring in a thin string. She pulled me near and held my dick close to her mouth. Her tongue leaped out at dick eye to taste juice. I closed my eyes and felt her mouth gulping my dick completely.



The powerful sucking action made my mind go wild and felt wild churning in my balls. She pushed me away suddenly and asked me to put all my fingers in her cunt. I sat down and did as I was told. Slowly all my fingers were feeling her worm, wet, soft tissues. She held my hand started to push it in. I didn’t know it was possible but was amazed to see my palm going in to her cunt,up to knuckles. Now she took control and moved my hand in and out expertly. Her pleasure cries echoed in the large room.



Her black cat come with lifted tail and looked at us.

SUMMARY: Catching my son nude fucking a MILF changes everything.



NOTE 1: This is a Nude Day 2013 Contest entry so please vote. Please note that nudity is not the main plot of the story and thus may not seem to fit the Nude Day theme…yet I disagree. The whole premise is based on a mother seeing her son nude which triggers a domino effect in her life that changes her from conservative mother to submissive plaything.



NOTE 2: Thanks to MAB7991 again for editing and plot suggestions…you are a lifesaver.



CAUGHT IN THE ACT



I came home early from work and was surprised to see my son’s car in the driveway. It was only two o’clock; he should still have been at school.



I pulled in, parked, and entered the house. I called out, “Joey,” but there was no answer.



I went upstairs and saw his jeans on the floor in his room and assumed he was in the pool. I walked to his window and looked out. I gasped.



He indeed was in the pool, well his legs were. He was sitting on the edge while a blonde bobbed on his cock. I didn’t recognize the girl, I was too far away, but the window was open, and I could hear my son say, “That’s it slut, suck my cock.”



I was stunned; strangely, this seemed to excite the blonde who began bobbing faster, her whole body in the water except her head. I couldn’t believe my son, a straight ‘A’ student, a member of the church choir and going to Harvard this fall, on an all paid scholarship, was calling another girl a slut.



Part of me was furious at his disrespect for the girl, but also for his disrespect towards me by having sex in my pool. Yet, another part of me was turned on watching the sexual act, myself not having had sex with anyone but myself in over a year, since my husband Jack was killed in a tragic car accident.



I should have pulled myself away from the window and watching my son getting head, I should have went downstairs and confronted him. At the very least, I should have left and dealt with it later. Yet, I did none of those things; instead, I continued to watch him get a blow job, as he continued to humiliate the blonde mystery girl verbally calling her a slut, a cocksucker and his bitch. I tried to get a closer look at the blonde, she looked vaguely familiar, yet I couldn’t place her yet. I couldn’t help but notice that my son, a dead ringer for his father, had a very impressive package down below, at least it looked to be from this distance.



“Ready to get fucked, my MILF plaything?” my son asked, as he slid into the pool.



I suddenly recognized who the mystery blonde was. Jane Wilkinson, a trophy wife from down the street, a stuck-up bitch who wouldn’t give me the time of day and who detested me for being a working woman, a psychiatrist. Luckily, my husband’s life insurance policy was very generous and we were still capable to live the same lifestyle we were accustomed to. We were not rich, like the Wilkinsons, but we were still financially stable and able to live in a rather upscale neighborhood.



I smirked at the thought that the stuck-up bitch was being put in her place by my son.



“You love my cock don’t you, my little slut?”



“God, yes,” she moaned as she bent over the side of the pool as he got positioned behind her.



“Beg slut,” Joey demanded.



“Fuck me, baby, shove that big snake in my cunt,” she begged, listening to her obey him like a bitch in heat was both amazing and arousing.



“Not your ass, slut?” my son questioned, surprising me yet again. I had only had anal sex a couple times, both in college and both times I was very, very drunk. Both times I walked a bit bow-legged the next day, my college ex had a small but thick cock. I would have let Jack take my ass, if he had ever been aggressive enough to try. But he was the utmost gentleman and we always had rather bland sex. I loved him unconditionally, but in the bedroom, I longed for more. I knew without a doubt I was definitely submissive and liked being told what to do…I liked to please…to obey…to be a good bad girl…an oxymoron if there ever was one.



“All my holes are yours, baby,” she answered, sounding just like me all those years ago in my wild college days.



“Tomorrow I am going to pound your ass while your husband is outside entertaining guests,” my son said, as he clearly penetrated her.



“You are such a dirty boy,” she moaned.



“And you’re a dirty slut,” my son countered, as he began fucking her.



“Oh God, I love your cock in me,” she whimpered, as my son slammed into her. My mind flashed back to when I was fucked hard like that, pounded, and used as a fuck-slut. My cunt dampened in my panties at the thought of someday again being fucked hard like my son was fucking that bitch Jane Wilkerson.



“What about your husband’s cock?” Joey asked, although his tone implied he already knew the answer.



“He couldn’t fuck his way out of a wet paper bag,” she said, her tone harsh, her marriage the facade I assumed it was.



“Who owns your cunt?” Joey asked, as he continued fucking her.



“You do, Masssssster,” she squealed.



“Come finish me off me,” Joey demanded, pulling out of her and getting out of the pool, his hard cock swaying like an elephant’s trunk, long and thick. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. He laid down on a lawn chair his cock standing completely erect. Jane got out of the pool completely naked and I saw what thousands of dollars can do. Her fake breasts didn’t move as she climbed out of the pool and sauntered like a teenage slut to my son’s cock.



Joey snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. Jane immediately dropped onto all fours and crawled the rest of the way. Once the submissive slut reached him, he snapped his fingers again and pointed to his cock.



Jane moved to his cock and began bobbing up and down impressively taking most of his cock in her mouth. ‘Well at least she is good at something’ I thought rather cattily.



“That’s it slut, get it all in those sweet cocksucking lips,” Joey groaned.



My hand went inside my pantyhose, inside my drenched panties and to my burning cunt as I continued to watch the taboo act of my son getting head.



I frantically rubbed myself for a couple of minutes and was close to coming when my son turned me on even more by ordering, “Open wide, slut and take your Master’s cum.” Joey sat up and started pumping his cock aimed at her open mouth. I watched as rope after rope after rope of his cum sprayed into the bitches’ mouth and across her face.



I flashbacked once again to my college ex coming on my face while at the lake and making me walk around all night with it on my face. It was so humiliating, yet so satisfying allowing myself to be controlled. Thankfully, it was dark and only my friend Kim noticed the white goo in my hair.



The slut was back deep throating Joey, apparently trying to retrieve any last remnants of his cum.



I fell onto my son’s bed and brought myself to orgasm reminiscing about my slutty college days: my many lesbian encounters, my time as a submissive to my college roommate, my one black man, my one four-way (is that a gang bang?) and my multiple threesomes. As my orgasm crashed through me, I envisioned my face being coated with cum by my son as I eagerly kept my mouth open from my submissive position on my knees. When I finally opened my eyes, my son was smiling down at me.



It was like a cold splash of water as I was instantly brought out of my fantasy and into a cruel reality where I just subconsciously fantasized about my eighteen-year-old son shooting his cum all over my face.



I pulled my hand out of my still trembling cunt and weakly walked out of his room, down the stairs and back to my car. I pulled out of the drive way my head spinning.



INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW



Two hours later, I returned home still flushed and rattled by what I had seen and what I had done in my son’s room. I decided I would confront him about what I saw but when I tried to during dinner I couldn’t even begin to bring it up. Near the end of dinner, I attempted to bring it up again.



I asked, “How was school?”



He answered with the most overused answer to the question, “Fine.”



“What did you learn today?” I continued.



“Nothing,” he answered, like he always did, apparently high school was just a glorified babysitting school.



“I saw, I mean I um, so prom is soon,” I finally got out after attempting to bring up what I had witnessed.



“Yep,” he said, his one-word answers suddenly driving me nuts.



“We should go rent you a tux soon,” I suggested.



“I was planning to just wear one of dads,” he replied. My husband had three, as he often had to go to formal dress events as part of his job. I looked at my son, my mind flashing back against my will to his earlier nakedness, and I realized he had a very similar build to his father.



“We’ll let’s try them on,” I suggested. “Make sure they fit.”



“Ok,” he said.



After dinner, I called Joey upstairs and laid out the first tux onto my bed. He came in and I said, “Try it on. Call me when you are done.”



A couple of minutes later he called me and I returned to my room. I gasped. I briefly didn’t see my son, but rather I saw my husband. I stammered, “Y-y-you look exactly like your father.”



“Really?” He said, looking at himself in my full-length mirror.



Without realizing it, I checked out his ass. I quickly shook my head as I realized he had inherited his father’s perfect ass too. “Yes, you look dashingly handsome.”



“It fits perfect,” he said, turning back to me.



I glanced at his crotch, unable to resist, as I agreed, “Yes it does.”



I zoned out for a minute remembering his father and the one time I sucked him off in this very room while Joey was banging on the door. He must have been five and was mad as hell that we were leaving him with a babysitter. Jack was in the same tux and I couldn’t resist devouring him whole.



“Earth to mom,” Joey said.



“What? Oh, sorry, a brief moment of early menopause,” I joked. My face flushed as I wondered how long I was staring at his crotch.



“Mom, you are too young for menopause,” he said, although he had a slight smirk on his face.



I playfully hit him. “Trust me, your mom isn’t getting any younger.”



Joey surprised me when he said, “Mom, maybe it is time you started dating again.”



I was surprised by the sudden turn of events; Joey becoming the adult, while I was the insecure teenager. “I am not ready,” I admitted.



“I hope it is not because of me,” Joey said.



“It is a variety of things,” I answered, which was true. I wasn’t ready to replace Jack, I was worried how Joey would react, and truthfully, I was scared of going back into the open market after being out of the game for over twenty years.



“Mom, you are still a very beautiful woman,” he complimented.



I felt a chill go up my back, as his voice too had transformed to sounding like his father. I stammered, “T-t-thanks, but you have to say that.”



Joey laughed, “Trust me, I am not the only one who says that.”



“What do you mean?” I asked, confused by his innuendo.



“Mom, you must know you are a MILF,” Joey said.



“What’s a MILF?” I asked, the term one I had heard before, but never bothered to inquire the meaning.



“A mom I would like to….” He answered.



“Like to what?” I asked, still clueless.



“Rhymes with duck,” he said, clearly amused by my complete cluelessness.



“Ooooooh,” I said, the light bulb finally flickering on.



“All my friends say so,” Joey continued.



“Oh my God,” I said with a chuckle, “this conversation has taken a turn.”



“The point is Mom, you are still a very hot woman and need to get back out there,” Joey said, a slight shift in his demeanor.



“Did you just call your Mother hot?” I asked, smiling, even as my face felt flushed, memories of earlier today popping into my head.



“Mom you are the hottest woman I know,” he said, moving towards me and giving me a hug.



The words were out of my mouth before I had time to process them. “Hotter than Mrs. Wilkinson?” I asked.



He let go and asked, “W-w-what?”



Realizing what I had just said, I joked, “Oh nothing, you know she just thinks she is all that and a bag of chips.”



He relaxed a bit, assuming his secret was still safe, “You and your eighties sayings. Plus she is all show.”



“How so?” I asked.



“She is all outside dressing,” Joey said.



“You and your 2000s sayings,” I quipped, wanting him to say more.



“She looks good all prim and proper, but underneath she is completely different,” Joey said, a confidence he rarely showed in front of me revealing itself.



“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to get him to admit the truth I already knew.



“Well her breasts are definitely fake,” he said.



“But they are huge,” I pointed out.



“And unnatural,” he countered.



“How so?” I asked, setting him up to tell the truth.



“They don’t move when she jogs,” he covered nicely, before admitting, “I’m a guy, sorry I look.”



“Men are all the same,” I replied, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.



“Mom you are an incredibly intelligent, slightly corny, very attractive woman, who would be a great catch,” Joey said. “You deserve a man who knows that.”



I squeezed his hand, apparently flirting with my own son, as I said, “I do have a man who knows that.”



There was a strange silence as our conversation shifted tone. I couldn’t believe what I just said, nor could I believe how giddy I was as I waited for his response, like I was a high school girl in the eighties waiting by the phone for a boy to call.



I broke the awkward silence as I said, “I’ll let you change.” I high tailed it out of my room mortified that I had just hit on my son.



Nothing else was said the rest of the night about that conversation, both of us returning to the superficial mother-son conversations.



A DISTURBING WET DREAM



That night, in bed, my subconscious drew me deeper into the underlying thoughts that lay just below the surface.



Joey, wearing his father’s tux, in my room, looked at me with a smug smile, “How do I look, mother?”



The way he said mother was completely different from his usual tone and I felt a sexual tension between us, my pussy getting wet staring at my handsome son. “You look very handsome.”



“Not hot?” He asked, his smile, crooked and playful.



“Yes, Joey, you look really hot,” I played along, even though deep down I thought he looked good enough to devour whole.



“On your knees, mother,” he ordered, as he walked over to me in what felt like slow motion.



“P-p-pardon?” I stammered, my cunt instantly damp at his words even as my mind tried to comprehend the four words my son had just said.



“On—your—knees,” he repeated, slowly, as he reached me and placed his hands on my shoulders.



“B-b-but you are my son,” I weakly protested, even as I felt my body giving in to the gentle pressure from his hands guiding me to my knees.



“You crave submission, don’t you Mommy?” he asked, somehow knowing what I craved.



I didn’t respond as I was now crotch level and in a daze.



“Answer the question, Mommy,” he ordered, his stiff cock outlined by the rather tight black pants.



“This is wrong,” I said, even though I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his outlined cock.



“Take it out, Mother,” he instructed. “We both know you want to see it up close.”



“I-I-I shouldn’t,” I weakly replied, even as my hand went and unzipped his zipper.



“Yes, you should,” he firmly responded.



“But I’m your mother,” I pointed out, even as I could see the tip of his cock poking out of his underwear.



“Right now you are just another MILF for my personal enjoyment,” he corrected as he released his fully erect cock out of its restrictive cloth barrier.



“But…” I began but couldn’t finish as I was mesmerized by his long, thick hard cock.



“But what?” He asked, his tone implying he knew exactly why I hadn’t finished my sentence.



Unable to put into words my reasoning to why I shouldn’t be on my knees in front of my eighteen-year-old son, I just sat there frozen unable to take my eyes off his perfect cock.



Seeing he had me exactly where he wanted me, he ordered, “Take my cock in your hands.”



I obeyed, his cock feeling like steel in my small hands.



“Stroke it,” he demanded.



I again obeyed, distancing myself from reality as I focused entirely on the task at hand (pun intended).



“Do you want to suck it?” He asked, a minute later.



“I-I-I don’t know,” I stammered, even as my mouth watered with an insatiable hunger.



He tapped his mushroom top onto my lips as he asked, “Are you sure, you don’t know?”



“Joey, you are my son,” I said, looking up at him.



“And you are a slut, my slut now,” he countered, as he traced my lips with his cock.



My face burned with shame, yet I opened my mouth and took it between my lips.



“Good Mommy,” he purred. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”



I slowly swirled my tongue around his cock, in awe with the reality that I was sucking my son’s cock.



“Tell me what you want, Mommy,” he ordered, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, showing amazing restraint for a teenager.



A switch turned on in my head, I was no longer his mother nor he my son, I was a hungry slut and he a studly teen. I answered, “I want to suck your big hard cock.”



“But you are my Mother,” he replied, using my own weak earlier resistance against me.



His cock swaying slowly like a watch that hypnotized I responded, “No, I am your cock-hungry slut ready to please you.”



“You’ll give me your cunt?” He asked as he shoved his cock in my mouth and back out, a teasing appetizer.



“Yes, fuck my cunt as you wish with that long, thick rod of yours,” I replied, my only focus now giving him pleasure, obeying his words.



“And your ass?” He questioned, as he again shoved his cock in my mouth, slowly fucking my face with his stiff cock.



I didn’t answer because I had a mouth full of cock, but when he pulled out I answered like a good slut is supposed to, “All my holes are yours to use as you wish.”



“Good Mommy,” he purred, as he slid his cock back into my mouth and began slowly fucking my face. My hand went to my cunt and I frantically rubbed my clit trying to bring my fevered cunt to a climax. “That’s it Mommy-slut, get yourself off thinking of being my full-service plaything; my personal fuck-toy; my very own cum bucket; my very own Mommy-slave.”



I rubbed and rubbed, his nasty talk only enhancing my desire to come and to make my son come. My orgasm continued building and just as my son shot a full load of his white seed down my throat my cum flooded out of me like a rapid river.



I woke up in a sweat, my hand in my soaked panties, having apparently came from my shockingly vivid dream. My eyes wide open, my dream came rushing back to me. Had I really just dreamed of becoming my son’s sex slave? Obviously, I had based on my very wet panties. I was mortified by my own thoughts, even if only in dream. Being a psychiatrist, I understand that dreams are often deep down truths in our sub consciousness and thus my incestuous dream was all the more alarming.



I got up, changed my soiled panties, and returned to bed still disturbed by very authentic dream. I eventually concluded it was a mixture of what I saw today and a lack of sex since my husband’s death. I tossed and turned for a while before falling asleep.



I REALLY NEED TO GET LAID AND MORE DIRTY DARK SECRETS ABOUT MY SON

I slept in and was surprised at how refreshed I felt before I again recalled my wet dream. I got up, stretched, grabbed my robe, and had a long shower.



At lunch, Joey was still asleep and I knew we were supposed to be over at the Wilkinson’s soon for their annual block party barbecue, which they had every year. It was always an over the top affair with food, servants and music. I knocked on Joey’s door and when he didn’t answer I walked in to wake him up like I had all my life. Yet, when I walked in he was lying in his bed, completely uncovered, on his back, and his penis was fully erect in his boxers. Again, I had seen him in such attire before, but since having caught him yesterday in the act, at that moment I saw him no longer as just my son, but as a man. I froze, staring at his crotch, my head again clouded. Shaking my head, my sudden thoughts ridiculous, I moved to him and shook him awake. “Wake up sleepy-head; we have to be at the Wilkerson’s in a couple of hours.”



He stretched and as I glanced back at his crotch, I saw it flinch, last night’s dream flooding into my head again. My pussy began getting damp again, against my will, and I gave him one more quick shake and left him so I could calm myself down.



In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. What was happening to me? I was still quite attractive at 42 (a natural redhead, with green eyes, mostly firm 34C breasts, a tight ass and long legs), I could easily still get a man if I tried, I had rejected many overtures since Jack’s death, but obviously my lack of real physical contact was beginning to have a psychological impact on me.



Did I find my son attractive? Although I had never considered it other than in a maternal way before yesterday, I had to admit he was very handsome, being a younger version of his father.



Did my son turn me on? Before yesterday such a question would have been ludicrous but my masturbation while watching him with Jane yesterday, plus my very real dream and my undeniable reaction to him almost naked this morning had me confused.



Did his rugged, dominant behaviour turn me on? It was so opposite of his father and yet so much like a couple of my ex’s, the men who I had the best sex with. I loved Jack, we were great together, yet sexually the heat was never close to as hot as my college lovers. I just assumed that the difference between love and lust were prevalent in the differences in relationships. That said, hearing my son’s dirty talk and his controlling attitude was an undeniable turn-on, just like it was when I was in college. I liked to be talked dirty to, be called names; it was so much the opposite of my rather dull day-to-day life and personality. I didn’t want to be made love to, I wanted to be fucked, pounded, and drilled. I missed the passionate lust, the insatiable hunger of a man and a woman letting go of society’s prim and proper expectations to break down the barriers and return to the carnal natural urges of humans.



I concluded as I looked at myself in the mirror that I needed to get laid…SOON!



I finished getting ready for the picnic, the thought that my son planned to fuck Jane at her own party permanently etched in my mind.



Joey came downstairs in shorts and a t-shirt dressed casually as he always was and said, after kissing me on the cheek like he always did, “Good morning, mom.”



“It’s afternoon,” I pointed out.



He laughed, kissed my other cheek and said, “Good afternoon, Mom.”



I blushed as such an innocent act like being kissed by my son was suddenly feeling taboo, even if he didn’t realize it. My hands got clammy, like they did back when I was in high school and waited for my boyfriend to take my hand. The feelings were ridiculous, yet I couldn’t get rid of it or the sudden butterflies in my stomach.



He said, “I’m going to meet Adam for lunch before going to the Wilkinson’s.”



“Ok,” I said, having already decided what I planned to do next.



Once he was gone, I watched out the window to see him pull away before I went to his room to search his computer. I knew I was violating his privacy and what I was doing was wrong, but I was curious what other secrets my son might have. Being a psychiatrist, I long ago have learned that a computer is where the secret truths of all of us are. On your computer, when alone, feeling safe with no one to judge your kinks or fetishes, you can be your true self. I logged into his computer, he trusted me so much he didn’t even have a password, which only made me feel guiltier at invading his privacy, breaking his trust. Yet, I had to know…it had become an obsession.



I went to his favorites and, like most boys or men, I saw a long list of porn sites. I clicked on the most recent and saw it was a MILF stockings site, the next one was a site about submissive sluts, I clicked on a few more and a pattern began to emerge: the women were usually older, they usually included pantyhose or stockings, and they often included women in submissive positions.



I decided to search his files out of curiosity and saw he had a folder called Literotica. Curious I clicked on it, and saw more folders labelled: blackmail, illustrated, group, submission and incest. I froze as I saw the word incest even as an undeniable tingle occurred down below instantly.



I moved the cursor and clicked on the incest folder and was stunned to see over a hundred stories and another folder marked ‘best’. Again curious, I clicked on that folder and saw a dozen more stories, all of them with ‘mom’ or ‘mother’ in the title. A chill went up my spine at the thought of my son fantasizing about me, just as I had about him last night.



I skimmed the titles:



How to Dom Your Mom



Taking Mom



Seducing Mom



Mom’s New Owner



Mom’s Progressive Submission



Mom’s Leggy Attic Attack



Mom’s Hidden Urges



Making Mommy Mine



I read a couple of them. Both were about a mother and son, with the son dominating at some level his mother and each of them included pantyhose or stockings, something I often wore. Before yesterday finding such information out about my son would have been alarming, yet after yesterday it only enhanced a growing desire inside me…a taboo I had never considered before…a sudden obsession to sleep with my son.



I heard the front door open and I panicked and reached down and hit the off button on his computer, knowing I didn’t have time to log off properly. I quickly rushed out of his room and into mine where I returned to my mirror and stared at myself.



What was becoming of me?



Did I really want to have sex with my son?



Did he want to have sex with me?



Why can’t I get these thoughts about him out of my mind?



“Mom, you still here?” He called out from downstairs.



I called back, “Yes, Joey, just finishing getting ready.” I considered adding pantyhose to my attire, to turn him on more, but decided that would look absurd at an outdoor summer gathering.



After one more deep breath, I prepared for the torture that this event usually was, pretentious, fake and long.



PLAYFUL BANTER WITH MY SON



“Ready?” Joey asked, offering me his arm, a gesture he often did. I always thought it was so sweet how he always treated me with such chivalry, especially since his father’s death, yet now I pondered what his real intent had been all this time.



I took his arm and asked, “Are you my date for the day?”



He was briefly taken aback by the question before he said, “I would be your date any day, Mom.”



His sweetness warmed my heart and simultaneously warmed my cunt, my emotions mixed between motherly love and incestuous lust. I replied, hinting at my submissiveness, “And I would follow you anywhere, son.”



Joey didn’t seem to catch the slight hint as we headed out of the house and down the block. Wanting to see his reaction, I sighed dramatically during the brief walk, my arm wrapped in his feeling so comfortable, so right.



“What?” Joey asked.



“Oh nothing, it’s just these events at the Wilkerson’s are always so pretentious,” I answered, trying to draw out his thoughts on her.



“How so?” He asked, clearly curious by my accusation.



“Jane always walks around all high and mighty, talks all condescending which I find ironic considering,” I said, deciding all of a sudden to stir the pot.



“Considering what?” Joey asked.



“Rumour has it she is banging some teenager on the side,” I revealed, although I had no idea where this plan of mine was going.



“Really?” He asked, not really alarmed, but more curious. “Where did you hear this?”



“The grapevine,” I shrugged. “Plus let’s be honest, she dresses like a slut, walks like a slut, odds are….”



“She’s a slut,” Joey played along, brilliantly hiding any hint that the teenager in question was him.



“Exactly,” I said, adding, “Although I guess she is a MILF, even if her kids are not hers.”



Joey laughed, “I teach you a new word, and it is already added into your vocabulary.”



“Of course,” I said, posing playfully I asked, “Am I a hotter MILF than Mrs. Wilkerson?”



Joey’s laughter stopped as he paused before saying, “You are the hottest MILF of all, say all my friends, and have been since they were old enough to get it up.”



“You are just saying that,” I playfully replied, trying to draw out his feelings.



It was his turn to look awkward. “Trust me mom; I’m not just saying that.”



Squeezing his arm, I playfully said, the innuendo dripping, “Too bad you’re my son and twenty years younger than me. Twenty year old me would be all over you.”



Joey stopped, his eyes going big, “Now you are just saying that.”



I took both his hands in mine and said, “Baby, I am serious. You are the spitting image of your father.” After a brief moment, I added, “And I was all over your father when we first met.”



“Mom,” he squeaked, looking so adorably uncomfortable, so unlike his powerful domination of that slut Jane yesterday.



“What?” I asked playfully. “I am still a woman with needs.”



“Oh my God,” he said, flabbergasted by my frank talk.



“What you think your mother doesn’t have needs? Many that have not been fulfilled in a long, long time I might add,” I continued, making him squirm even though my intent was to plant a seed I hoped he would allow to grow.



“TMI, TMI,” he said, his hands going up.



“What does that mean?” I asked, my quick wit ad-libbing, “Totally Mommy Irresistible?”



“It means too much information. Mom, what has gotten into you?” he asked.



“Nothing, that is the problem,” I quipped.



“TMI again, Mom,” he said exasperated as I glanced down and saw without a doubt his physical reaction to my naughty conversation.



I laughed. “Sorry Joey, I will keep my lack of sexual satisfaction talk to my girlfriends.”



“Thanks,” he said.



“Although watching you squirm was a lot of fun, you remind me of your father and his awkwardness when it came to sex,” I said.



“I am not awkward about sex,” he countered, “just sex conversations with my Mom.”



“Your MILF Mom,” I corrected.



“Aaaah,” he screamed playfully, “this is the most surreal conversation I have ever had.”



Taking his hands back in mine, I said seriously, “Honey, you are eighteen now, you are an adult. If your dad was here he would be having these conversations with you, but since he isn’t I think it is important for me to be there for you if you have questions.”



“Trust me, Mom, I know all I need to know,” he said, the confident swagger he had while dominating Jane back.



“You do, do you?” I playfully teased.



“I haven’t had any complaints,” he shrugged.



“Honey, I hate to break it to you, but we ladies are great actresses. If you were not great you would never know,” I said, my tone a mixture of flirtatious and playful.



“Trust me, I would know,” he replied, again his tone firm, confident.



“How?” I asked.



“This conversation once again is crossing the awkward stage,” Joey replied.



“Would you answer if you were talking to your father?” I asked.



“Probably, I don’t know,” he shrugged, his confidence again fading into awkward confusion.



“Honey, I understand you find this awkward, so do I, but I want you to know I will always be here if you need to talk about anything…anything at all including sex,” I smiled.



“I know,” he said, unable to look me in the eye.



“I love you, Joey,” I said, kissing him on the lips just briefly.



His eyes went wide again, but he quickly composed himself, “I love you too, Mom.”



“Shall we?” I asked, pointing to the party already under way, thinking I had pushed about as much as I could. I needed our conversation to marinate in his head until he was good and ready to understand the offer I had begun laying out in front of him.



THE RETURN OF MY SUBMISSIVE NATURE



Joey led me to the party and I was surprised when I saw Jane in a sundress and pantyhose. I cursed her and myself for not wearing them when I considered it. Everyone else there was in casual summer attire: bikinis, sundresses, shorts, except for Jane and Breanna, my next door neighbour and best friend. She was also in a fun white skirt, beige pantyhose, and a cute blue blouse. The first thing that popped into my head was: ‘was Breanna fucking my son too?’ It was a ludicrous thought but it was the first one that occurred seeing her in those pantyhose.



Breanna, was Mrs. Salmon Joey’s English teacher. She was only twenty-eight, a third year teacher, and currently pregnant with her first child. Another thought popped into my head…’what if the baby was Joey’s?’ I shook my head as I continued to jump to extreme conclusions without even a thread of evidence to back it other than she was wearing pantyhose on a very hot day.



I squeezed Joey’s arm and joked, “Well let’s see you in action.”



“Pardon,” he asked, his gaze directly at Breanna.



“Who here are you in to?” I asked. “How about Beth?”



“Are you serious?” He asked.



“She is a cheerleader, pretty and has that wicked British accent,” I said, using my own pretty good British accent.



“She has the IQ of a bag of potato chips, plus I like them a bit more experienced,” Joey said, his tone seemingly to be flirty and directed towards me.



“How much more experienced?” I questioned.



“Twenty years,” he revealed.



“You’re a MILF hunter are you?” I coyly joked.



“And I am on the hunt,” he joked with a smile as he left me alone.



I watched as he didn’t even pretend to be sly as he walked directly to Jane and started talking. He glanced over to me to see if I was looking, before continuing his conversation. Not wanting to look like I was stalking my son, I meandered my way over to Breanna.



On my walk, a waiter who looked straight out of a GQ magazine walked by with wine and I took not one, but two. I finally reached Breanna who was rather intently watching Joey chatting with Jane.



I said, “Rather dressed up for an outdoor gathering, aren’t you.”



Her face flushed as she saw me and my random suspicions that she had slept with my son continued to become more credible. “My man likes my legs in nylon.”



“I was going to wear some too, but thought I would have looked strange,” I replied.



Breanna laughed, “That would have been interesting.”



“Why?” I asked.



“Oh nothing,” she said, her eyes glancing back to where Joey and Jane were standing.



“So what’s new?” I asked, before adding, “Besides the obvious.”



“Were you always horny when pregnant with Joey?” She asked, out of the blue, moving closer to me.



Reflecting back, I wasn’t, except near the end. “Not really, except when I couldn’t handle him in me anymore and read that sex was a good way to trigger labor.”



She laughed, “I need it every day. I have turned into a nympho since getting pregnant, although I got it pretty regular before then.”



My head went to my last time, over a year ago.



As if able to read my mind, she squeezed my hand, “I’m sorry Sarah, have you, I mean when was.”



“Over a year ago,” I answered the question she couldn’t finish.



“Oh my God,” Breanna said as if I had said I was dying. She added, “Wow, I went a week once and I thought I would die,”



“You get used to not getting it,” I smiled back.



“I can’t fathom,” she said. “It is my addiction. Some girls love chocolate, others shoes, I love sex.” After a brief pause, she added, her tone shifting slightly to flirtatious, “all kinds of sex.”



A chill went up my spine at what I perceived as her hitting on me, my last lesbian experience over twenty years ago.



She glanced over again to where Jane and my son had been talking but her facial expression changed and I looked over to see neither was still there. I recalled yesterday’s declaration that he planned to fuck her in the ass at this party and couldn’t help but feel slightly envious at the thought.



I turned back and asked, “Is something wrong?”



Hiding her anger, there was no longer any doubt in my mind that Joey was fucking her too, she said, her tone rather dominant, “Come with me back to my place, my appetizers should be ready now and I could use a hand bringing them over.



“Okay,” I said, following her.



Once in her house, she turned around and said, “Your son is fucking Jane.”



“I know,” I said.



“You do?” She said, her face going pitch white.



“I saw them yesterday afternoon in the pool,” I replied.



“What did you do?” She asked, clearly curious.



“I wanted to freak out, but I didn’t,” I answered, slightly ashamed by my answer.



“He is fucking other women too,” Breanna said.



“And one of them is you,” I guessed, “isn’t it?”



“How do you know?” she asked.



“The way you kept looking over to him and the look of jealousy that was written all over your face when they disappeared. Plus, only two of you were wearing nylons today and I know he has a thing for them,” I answered.



“Stockings really are his one fetish,” Breanna stated.



“We all have our kinks,” I shrugged.



“We do, do we?” She questioned, her tone shifting. “And what is yours?”



“You know of my past,” I said. Although Breanna was quite a bit younger than me, we had coffee regularly and our discussions were often very frank. I knew Breanna was bi, and she had implied on more than one occasion that she would love to draw me back into my wild past, often touching me playfully or talking very openly and candidly about her lesbian trysts. The temptation to give in to Breanna’s relentless advances were constant before Jack’s death, but Breanna had quit the sexual flirting since he died probably thinking too much too soon. We talked about our wild pasts and our less wild present, of course she had neglected to talk about the fact she was fucking my son.



“I do,” she purred, as she lifted up her skirt, revealing her pantyhose were actually stockings and sat on a chair.



I watched frozen in place, remembering the many times I had pleased girls back in college.



“Come please me, Sarah,” she ordered; her tone soft yet firm. “You know you want to.”



“Breanna,” I said, “I am not a lesbian anymore.” Even though as I said it, the idea of tasting her had my own pussy wet, my horniness not yet subsiding since Joey’s and my earlier conversation.



“Me either, but we have both switched teams on occasion and since your son isn’t here to do as he promised he would do to me, I think I will get the next best thing,” she said, opening her legs, “his mom.”



I flashed back to college again and the memories of my roommate and I regularly getting each other off when our men didn’t.



“I don’t think we should,” I said weakly, even as I could feel a hunger growing. I hadn’t eaten pussy since college, yet the second such an opportunity was presented to me the hunger was back as if I had never quit.



“I wasn’t asking your opinion, Sarah,” Breanna said, as if knowing all I needed was a firm push to obey. Her tone firm, in control, she ordered, “Get on your knees, crawl between my legs and eat my cunt.”

I could never refuse orders, flashing back again to college when my roommate Debra had me lick two of her friends to orgasm because she told me to. Obeying orders, making people happy, had always been my two greatest aphrodisiacs. My mind and body were already giving in, as my legs began to bend and my mind rationalized that I had done this many times before.



“Good girl,” she purred as I obeyed her command and once on my knees, fell onto all fours and crawled towards her. I didn’t look up as I moved between her legs and to her surprisingly hairy cunt.



She said, “Sorry, sweetheart, shaving down there has been a challenge the last couple of months.”



I laughed remembering how big I was in my eighth month and said, “Been there, done that.”



“And you have been there, done what you are about to do,” Breanna joked.



“But that was a long, long time ago,” I replied.



“It’s like riding a bike, you never really lose the ability,” Breanna said, grabbing my head and gently pulling me into her hairy bush.



Her scent was strong, captured and held in by her hairy bush, and yet it was instantly like I was back in college. I loved licking pussy back then, especially Debra’s and as soon as I began licking her pussy and tasted her wetness, I wanted more. I created a clear path through her pubic hair, and then began licking slowly remembering how much I used to love to tease Debra or any of the other girl’s cunts I ate until their moans got loud and they begged for sexual release. It was like sucking cock, when I was between someone’s legs I had the power, I was in control of their pleasure, when they came and I reveled in it. I also loved to please, both in and out of the bedroom, and as in this situation, the living room.



“Clearly you haven’t lost your skills,” Breanna moaned as I continued to lick her.



The compliment increased my hunger to please as I began flicking her swollen clit with each upward tongue stroke.



“Shiiit,” she whimpered, the first time my tongue made contact on her clit. Each following tease she flinched on contact and her breathing began to escalate.



“Get me off, Sarah, I need to come soooo bad,” she moaned, her hands drawing me in deeper.



Going for the kill, I slid two fingers inside her wet cunt and began pumping them in and out getting her closer to eruption. As her breathing again increased, I found her g-spot and tapped on it like it was a drum. As expected, her orgasm cascaded through her and my mouth was rewarded with an abundance of her cum as she screamed, “Oh yeeeeeeeees, I’m comiiiing, don’t stop, fuuuuuuck.”



I didn’t of course, as I continued tapping her g-spot and licking her clit making her whole body have convulsions of pleasure.



“Shiiiit, you are going to be doing this a lot morrrrre,” Breanna whimpered, as she let go of my head.



Looking up at her, I said, “I look forward to it.”



“I can’t believe I have let you get away with not dyking out with me all these years,” she said, her breathing beginning to return to normal.



“I felt it was cheating on Jack and then you quit hitting on me,” I replied, standing up.



“I just thought you needed time,” Breanna said. “I have wanted to fuck you since we first met, you know that don’t you?”



“Yes,” I replied, smiling.



Sitting back up, Breanna said, “Let’s taste that sweet cunt of yours. Straddle my face.”



I quickly got out of my shorts and panties as Breanna laughed, “Horny are we?”



“It’s been over a year since I was intimate with someone,” I admitted.



“Shit, I still can’t believe it, I would shrivel up and die,” Breanna said, her face wrinkled up in a look that showed complete bewilderment. “How could you go so long?”



“Well one week becomes two, two becomes a month, a month becomes two and suddenly it’s a year,” I shrugged, before adding, “Plus I was never sure how Joey would take having me date again.”



“I’ll be right back, I think this moment requires something special,” Breanna said, standing up and kissing me softly. Walking away, more of a waddle really, she said, “A year, a fucking year.”



My body trembled at what she had planned for me, my pussy tingled with eager anticipation. I couldn’t believe I had resisted her for so long, the taste of pussy as addicting as I remember it to be. Yet, I could never cheat on Jack, but now that he was gone, this didn’t seem at all wrong…actually it felt so right. I wondered if Joey was fucking Jane right now. I assumed he was, although it seemed damn risky with so many people at the party.



“Get on the couch, my new pet,” Breanna said, as she came down the stairs completely naked except for a strap-on cock and her thigh highs.



I didn’t move as I stared at her as she walked towards me. Her large belly and even larger breasts were so sexy in only a way a pregnant woman can radiate.



“What? Never been fucked by an eight month pregnant woman before?” She joked, her usually sarcastic sexual playfulness back, as it was before Jack’s untimely death.



“Now that you mention it, you are my first pregnant woman,” I smiled back, my pussy beginning to leak a bit as I moved onto the couch. I asked, coyly, “Do you want me on my knees or my back?”



“Compliant, I like that,” Breanna purred, before adding, “On your knees, my fucking options are pretty limited with this belly.”



“As you command,” I joked back, hinting at my submissiveness without being blatantly obvious.



I got into position, on my knees, my body leaning into the couch, as Breanna said, “You understand this is not a onetime thing?”



“I hope not,” I answered back, her hands on my hips sending electric shocks of excitement directly to my fevered cunt.



“Tell me what you want, Sarah?” Breanna asked, her cock head rubbing up and down my wet pussy lips.



“For you to fuck me,” I whimpered, the teasing only enhancing my desperation to be fucked.



“In your cunt, Sarah?” she questioned.



“Yes, dammit, fuck my cunt Breanna with that big cock of yours, I need it so bad,” I begged, my only focus now coming.



“You sure,” she continued to tease. “Once I fuck you there is no going back.”



“There was no going back when you ordered me to crawl between your legs and eat you,” I countered before begging, “Please, just fuck me.”



“As you wish,” she said, her whole cock filling my very wet cunt completely with one deep forward thrust.



“Yeeeeees,” I moaned, the feeling of a cock and a real person touching me causing unbelievable pleasure to course through my very being. The intimacy of another person’s touch during sex bringing a level of pleasure no toy can replicate.



“I have wanted to fuck you for so long, Sarah,” Breanna said, her hands firmly grasping my hips.



“Then make up for lost tiiiime,” I said back, as she began slowly fucking me.



“Oh I plan to,” Breanna promised, giving my hips a subtle squeeze.



For a couple of minutes, she pumped her cock in and out of me slowly, until I pleaded, “Harder, Breanna, fuck my cunt harder.”



She obliged my request and soon her body was crashing into mine, the physical contact that had always turned me on, and the urgent hunger of two bodies becoming one.



“Oh yes, I fucking love it,” I whimpered, my orgasm on the rise.



“Don’t come until I tell you,” Breanna ordered, her tone shifting from sweet and tender to authoritative suddenly.



“Kkkkk,” I obediently agreed like I had always done during sex.



“You are a submissive little thing, aren’t you?” She assessed as she continued deep thrusts inside my burning cunt.



“I-I-I don’t know,” I stammered, even though I knew I was, knowing it since I was in college.



“You like to be told what to do, to obey, to please,” Breanna clarified.



“I guuuuess,” I replied, not wanting to admit to her my true nature even as the thought of submitting unconditionally to Breanna, like I had Debra on occasion, had my head spinning.



“You know,” Breanna said, as she stopped fucking me, but left her cock buried deep within me.



“Don’t stop,” I whined, not wanting this fucking to ever end.



“I want you to fuck yourself on my cock,” Breanna said, as she gently slapped my ass.



“Kkkk,” I replied, willing to do anything to bring myself to my long overdue orgasm, as I tried to move back to fuck myself.



“But don’t you come until I tell you, is that clear?” She clarified, holding my hips firmly in place.



“Yes, Breanna,” I agreed, even though I knew it was going to take very little for me to reach the holy land.



“You see Sarah, I am submissive to Zack, but when it comes to my lesbian relationships I like to be in charge,” Breanna explained.



“That doesn’t surprise me,” I smirked back.



“Are you ready to obey me,” Breanna asked, as she slowly moved her cock in and out of me.



Finally giving in to my past submissiveness, to my desire to please, to the idea of being submissive to Breanna, I replied subserviently, “Yes, my queen.”



“Queen, I like that,” she purred, as she filled me again with the plastic fuck-toy.



“Aaaaah,” I moaned, as her body met mine again.



“Fuck yourself,” Breanna demanded.



I didn’t need to be told twice as I began to move back and forth on her plastic cock.



“You look so hot fucking yourself, my pet,” she complimented, as I bounced back smoothly on her cock.



“Thank you, my queen,” I moaned back, as my breathing began to escalate again.



“Do you want to come?” She asked.



“Yes, so badly, my queen,” I replied.



“Tell me a dirty secret of yours first,” she ordered.



I don’t know why, but before I even had time to think, I blurted out, “I got turned on by watching Joey fuck Jane yesterday.”



“Oh my,” she said, clearly surprised. “What did you do?”



My face burned red, but I admitted, ignoring the details like I masturbated myself to orgasm, “I watched, I didn’t want to but I couldn’t turn away.”



“Was he dominant?” Breanna asked.



“Veeeeeery,” I admitted, thinking of my son while I fucked myself on Breanna’s plastic cock.



“Did you see his big cock?” She continued the interrogation.



“Yes,” I moaned, both from fucking myself and from the image of my son’s hard cock that was now back in my head.



“Did watching your son fuck another woman turn you on?” She asked.



“I am taking the fifth,” I joked, not wanting to admit to another that I had incestuous thoughts, still in denial myself over last night’s dream and my flirting like a school girl with him earlier this afternoon.



“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed.



“I didn’t say that,” I protested.



“But you didn’t say it didn’t either now did you?” Brianna pointed out.



“I again take the fifth,” I said, realizing I was only going to make this worse if I continued talking.



“Ready to come?” She asked.



Thankful to change the topic, especially to one about me coming, I replied, “More than ever.”



“You may come when I say the word slave, is that understood, my new pet slut?” Breanna questioned.



“Yeeees, my queen,” I eagerly agreed, the thought that I would soon come had chills coursing through my very being.



“Faster, my pet, fuck yourself faster,” she ordered, which I again eagerly obeyed.



“Close your eyes, my submissive,” she instructed, as I slammed back onto her cock allowing the plastic clock to reach new depths inside my burning inferno.



I again obeyed, allowing my mind to just give in to the orders of my good friend and now lover. Instantly the first image in my head was my son’s hard cock.



“What popped into your head, my pet?” She asked.



I didn’t want to admit the truth, but she followed her question with a strong-willed order, “And don’t you lie to me, Sarah. I can see right through you and into your true submissive soul.”



Such a blunt declaration sent yet another chill up my spine as I admitted, through a moan, as I continued bouncing on the fuck-toy, “Joey.”



“Just Joey or anything particular?” She asked, digging deeper.



“Dammiiiiit, his big cock, does that make you haaaaappy?” I frustratingly answered, my orgasm so close to eruption I would answer any fucking thing she asked if it allowed me to get off.



“Yes it often does,” she replied, the innuendo obvious, before adding, “the real question is does it get you off?”



I didn’t answer, instead begging, “May I please come.”



“On one simple condition,” Breanna said coyly.



“Anything,” I replied without hesitation.



“Be careful of such a word choice, my pet,” Breanna cautioned, hinting at pulling me deeper into her web of submission.



Craving an orgasm and the thrill of ultimate sexual submission which I had long forgotten how good it felt, I declared, “I am yours, my queen. Just please let me come.”



“You will do anything?” She asked, clearly curious about the depths of my commitment.



“Yeeeees,” I said, as she again grabbed my hips and held me in place, “noooooooooo!”



“Anything I want,” she reworded.



“If I can come,” I answered, frustrated at the long refused orgasm making me sound like a bimbo.



“You will be my complete submissive?” She asked.



“God, yes,” I replied, the idea sending pulses of excitement through me.



“You will let me fuck all three of your holes?” She continued.



“Do it now,” I responded in compliance, ready to take it in the ass to show my willingness to obey.



“What if I want to share you with some of my friends, my husband,” she questioned. “You know Zach and I are swingers?”



“You are?” I asked, her bi-sexual affairs and her affair with my son making more sense.



“I thought it was obvious,” she replied. “So will you be my slut at my next swinger’s party?”



“If you command it,” I answered, the thought an equal mix of excitement, trepidation and utter fear.



“Shit I can’t believe all the time we wasted with you being all prim and proper,” Breanna said.



“I have always hid my secret sexual desires,” I admitted, “Well since I got married.”



“That won’t be happening anymore,” Breanna declared. “I have so many plans for you, my pet.”



“Can one be getting me off,” I joked, although it really wasn’t a joke.



“You may if you commit to one tiny test of obedience,” Breanna said.



“I already said I will obey you,” I paused, turned to look her in the eyes, before saying the word I had not said since college, a word more powerful than any in distinguishing roles, “Mistress.”



“Mistress, I like that, you really are ready to go all in,” she said impressed.



“Like you are now,” I teased, wiggling my ass.



Breanna laughed, “You really are a slut, Sarah.”



“I’ll take that as a compliment coming from you,” I quipped.



“Are you calling your new Mistress a slut?” She asked.



“A slut worth worshipping completely,” I clarified.



“Well when you put it that way,” she laughed, as she slowly began fucking me again.



“Oh yes, fuck your slut,” I whimpered, degrading myself only adding to the submission, to the humiliation to the official transition into my new life.



“You may come after agreeing to complete a task that you have already decided you want to do,” Breanna said.



She didn’t have to say it, I knew what the task was, and as she implied a growing part of me was wanting to cross societies line of rules and just let Joey take me, all I needed was the final push; Breanna was giving me that final push, making my decision for me. This was my chance to back down and be a good mother, but instead I agreed to become the bad mommy. “I will seduce my son,” I declared.



“Oh my,” Breanna replied surprised, “I was just going to make you seduce Jane. You are sick.”



I stammered, “oh my God, I am so sorry, I just, I mean I, um, I….”



Breanna’s stunned face exploded into laughter as she said, “I’m just kidding, the task is to seduce your son.”



“You bitch,” I shot back, both frustrated by her joke and equally relived.



“Queen bitch,” she corrected.



“Mistress Queen bitch,” I corrected.



“Close your eyes again and imagine it is Joey fucking your wet cunt from behind with his big hard cock,” Breanna ordered.



I obeyed, closing my eyes and allowing my sick twisted mind to just loose and break free from the restrictive chains binding my sexual desires, desires I had kept under lock and key for so long.



My orgasm began to again rise. My mind free to roam, I instantly envisioned that it was Joey, not Breanna, fucking me. I moaned, “That’s it baby, fuck your Mommy.”



“You love your son’s cock in your cunt, don’t you Mommy-slut?” Joey replied, as he filled me completely with his cock and long hard strokes.



My orgasm continued to rise as I replied, “Mommy loves your cock, baby.”



“Are you ready to be my full time fuck-toy, Mommy?” he asked, as his cock continued to piston in and out of me.



“God, yes, son, I’ll be your full-service plaything,” I moaned, the idea bringing another rush of pleasure through me, my orgasm imminent.



“Ready to come, Mommy-slut?” He asked a few strokes later.



“Oh yes, can I come son? Please let Mommy come,” I begged, the dam ready to burst.



“Come my slut, my whore, my slave,” Joey rattled off my new roles of servitude to him as the orgasm hit like no other I had ever had.



“Fuuuuuuuck, Joooooooey, Mommy is coooooomimg,” I screamed, loud enough to wake the dead, as my own dormant sex life awoke with a literal bang.



His cock continued to fuck me as my body quaked, my mind spun and my screams echoed.



Unfortunately, all good things must end and I felt his cock slip out of my well-fucked wet cunt.



“That was fun,” Breanna said.



Hearing her voice, I was instantly brought back to the reality that it was Breanna fucking me and not Joey. I was so drawn into my fantasy, I believed it was Joey. I asked, confused, praying it was all in my head, “Did I scream out Joey’s name?”



“You did,” she smiled as she moved around the couch and placed the cock covered in my cum in front of me. “Clean off my cock, my slut.”



Although exhausted, my knees suddenly aching, I opened up and retrieved my own cum. I had always liked my own taste, often licking my fingers clean after a solo session, yet somehow it was way more erotic and demeaning to be doing it off a plastic cock strapped to my neighbour.



“You realize you talked to me as if I was Joey while I fucked you,” she said.



The cock sliding out of my mouth, I asked, “I did?”



“You really got into it my pet. You really thought Joey was fucking you, didn’t you?” Breanna asked, clearly amazed.



I stammered, “I-I-I guess I did.”



“Shit, I can’t wait to watch you and Joey live,” she said, as she began to take off the strap-on harness.



“Are you serious about that?” I asked, my mind no longer fogged by the need to come, my conscious suddenly returning and asking lots of internal questions.



“Deadly,” she said seriously. “The idea of incest turns me on a lot, as it does you it seems, and I know Joey would fuck you in a heartbeat.”



“H-h-how do you know that?” I asked, yet another shocking revelation in a domino of them.



“He has pretty much said as much,” Breanna shrugged as she headed to the stairs. Stopping at the foot of the stairs she said, “You should probably get dressed so we can get back to the facade of a neighbourhood gathering.”



I laughed at her thinking of the gathering just like I had as I bent down to grab my clothing, a gush of my own cum leaking out of me. I got dressed, my head spinning with both my submission to Breanna and how great and natural it felt as well as the thought that I had been ordered to seduce my son.



Breanna arrived back downstairs with a package in her hand and a black skirt. “Take off your shorts, sexy.”



“You just told me to get dressed,” I playfully replied, curious of her intent.



“We are going to give your son a hint of your willingness to join his MILF harem,” Breanna revealed.



“Harem?” I repeated.



“There are a few of us in the neighbourhood he regularly services,” she said rather nonchalantly.

“There is?” I questioned, still shocked by my son’s growing sexually prowess. I would have guessed he was still a virgin a day ago.



“You already know about me and queen bitch,” she said. “There is also Zelda, Eleanor and Bridget for sure and I think he finished his conquest of Pearl but I have not seen him since his attempt last week.”



“I can’t believe it,” I said, as she handed me the skirt. The list of women in our community listed were a diverse group of women with little in common, except apparently all fucking my son.



Zelda is in her late fifties, although looks much younger, a recent widow and liked to have bridge nights and tea parties. She is an old school lady and reminded me of someone out of the play Pygmalion. Of all listed, she seemed to be the one who didn’t belong. How in a million years did my son end up fucking her?



Eleanor is Norwegian, a blonde beauty, who is a stay-at-home mom as she raises her triplets who are in kindergarten this year; her husband is in the military and often gone for long stretches of time.



Bridget is a TV news anchor and has been married for a couple of years. She is a fiery redhead, with blue eyes and is always dressed to impress. I hadn’t seen her at the gathering, but if she was there she would be dressed to the nines. Her career has been more important than having children and thus even though she is in her early forties, like me, she has no children and travels extensively.



Lastly Pearl, she is the sweetest woman in the neighbourhood. She is in charge of the community welcome wagon, chair of the PTA, head of the church choir Joey is a part of, the best baker in the world in my opinion and the hub of the community. Her two children are in high school, her eldest graduating with Joey later this month. Pearl has a very pretty face, but is somewhat chubby having not lost the baby weight all those years ago and having a weakness for her own baking. That said, she always radiated with her big smile, soft tone and warm heart. Again, the thought of this mother of two fucking Joey, her husband is a big time lawyer, was incomprehensible.



“Put this on,” she ordered, handing me a black mini skirt, as I tried to wrap my head around all this information, “Your son is a fucking stallion, Sarah. First off he can shoot five or six loads with little or no recovery time, he loves to eat pussy, he is very dominant in the sack and he is sexy as hell.”



“How did he get all these women?” I asked, trying to figure out how he could possibly woo all these older, mostly married, women.



“A mixture of alluring charisma, nerd cliché sexiness, and great word of mouth,” Breanna answered.



“Word of mouth?” I asked, sounding more and more like a bimbo as I kept repeating her words, the black skirt now on.



“Women talk, Sarah,” Breanna said, “and when Eleanor and I were having coffee one morning when the kids were at school she let slip of her torrid affair with your son and how well equipped he was and boom the rumour mill began to spin.”



“This is a lot to take in,” I said.



“So is his cock, especially in the ass, but fuck does he know how to use it,” Breanna said.



“He has ass fucked you?” I asked, even though she just said he had.



“Fuck yes, I love a cock in my ass, and his is just the perfect length and girth to open me up and get me off,” Breanna answered.



“I can’t believe we are having this conversation,” I said, sitting down.



“Don’t worry soon enough his cock will be buried in your ass and you will understand exactly what I am talking about,” she promised as she handed me the package. “Put these on.”



They were black thigh highs. I opened the package and asked, “Why stockings?”



“For your son’s nylon fetish which he blames you for by the way,” Breanna revealed.



“Me, why?” I asked, although I could guess. I wore pantyhose pretty much every day as I liked how they made my usually white legs darker thus more alluring, something Debra had pointed out early in our relationship.



“He grew up with you always walking around in nylons, your toes always perfectly manicured and it eventually became his fetish. He has come in your pantyhose many times,” Breanna said.



“No way,” I gasped, as I put the first stocking on.



“Way,” she laughed. “All his MILF sluts, although I guess Bridget isn’t technically a MILF are to wear nylons whenever we are around him to imply we are available. Nylons mean you are ready to suck or fuck.”



“Oh my God,” I gasped again, as I finished putting on the first stocking.



“I usually scream that when your son’s cock gets me off,” Breanna said, taking the second stocking and dropping to her knees.



My pussy dampened again as I looked at my beautiful, pregnant neighbor between my legs. Her hands felt electric as she slowly slid the silk stocking up my leg. “We really should be getting back, but I can’t resist at least a taste.”



She pulled my soaked panties off. “Joey’s sluts don’t wear underwear.”



“Does Breanna’s slut wear underwear?” I retorted.



“No, she doesn’t,” Breanna smiled at my wit as she tossed them onto the couch. “The queen needs easy access to her pet’s cunt at all times.”



I opened my legs more, the anticipation of her tongue sending chills up my spine. Like the electricity of her hands on my legs a moment ago, her tongue on my cunt was electrifying. I moaned on contact, not having had anyone down below for an eternity. Jack did it only rarely and he was never even remotely as good at it was during my lesbian trysts or even my ex-boyfriends.



No toy can replicate the thrilling sensation of someone’s tongue on your pussy, the hot breath between your legs. As her tongue explored my cunt slowly a second orgasm began to bubble inside me.



Just as the crescendo of pleasure was rising, Breanna’s cell buzzed three times.



Instantly, Breanna’s demeanour changed as she stood up and said, “It’s your son.”



“How do you know?” I asked.



“All his sluts must have a special ring tone just for him,” she answered as she walked to the table and grabbed her phone. She read the message and said, “Time to get back to the party.”



“What does it say?” I asked.



She tossed me the phone. I looked at the message and my cheeks went redder.



Slut



Where are you?



I got a load just for you.



Master J



Downstairs storage room…5 minutes.



“That is rather blunt,” I said, slightly mortified by my son’s obnoxious behaviour.



“That is what I like about him. Everything is black and white with him. He is in charge and I just obey,” Breanna replied, clearly giddy with anticipation.



“I guess,” I replied, standing up annoyed that my son had prevented me from the orgasm that was on its way.



“I’ll finish what I started later, my pet,” she smiled. “By the way, when I kiss your son, your pussy juice will still be on my lips.”



“Oh my,” I blushed again, the thought both naughty and embarrassing.



“Oh my indeed,” she smiled back. “Let’s go.”



“Yes, my queen,” I responded, loving the way queen rolled off my tongue.



“So step one for seducing your son,” she said, as we walked out of her house.



“Yes,” I said, listening intently.



“Always wear thigh high stockings and skirts short enough that at the right angle he will see. Also paint your nails red and always walked around in your stocking feet.”



“Easy enough,” I agreed, that not being much of a stretch from my usual attire. Although in the now plus 90 weather, it was a little impractical.



“And make sure they are always sandlefoot stockings,” she added, just as we were reaching the party.



I usually bought that kind when I was going out as they were just sexier, but wore reinforced for work because they didn’t rip as easy. “Why?”



“He has a thing for toes in sheer nylon,” she shrugged. “So wear only those.”



“Can do,” I agreed, adding, “I will probably have to go stocking shopping.”



“You should take him with you,” Breanna suggested. “I am off to get fucked by your son…hard.”



“Have fun,” I said, the words feeling as ludicrous as they sounded.



“Oh trust me, I will,” she smiled.



“What about when he sees me in this outfit? He knows I came in shorts,” I said, realizing my predicament.



“You did come in your shorts,” she quipped back, before adding, “Figure it out.” She left leaving me alone and still horny.



I considered leaving the superficial gathering, it was the easiest solution, and just go home. Yet, curious if my son’s other supposed submissives were here, I decided to walk around, even though I felt awkward in the thigh highs at an outdoor picnic.



THE OTHER SUBMISSIVE SLUTS AND JOEY’S TWISTED MIND



At first I didn’t see any of the accused, until I saw Eleanor, with her three little girls, dressed as Breanna said a Joey sub would be…in dark beige pantyhose, or assumedly stockings, although her lengthy sundress hid that well. For a woman of triplets who stayed home all day, she was in ridiculously good shape. I imagined that she would be really flexible in the bedroom and wondered if she was bi-sexual as well. Just as quick as the thought popped into my head, I tried to shake it out. One relapse in lesbian lust and I was addicted again which concerned me as my submissive hunger in college definitely impacted my marks and I didn’t want it to impact my career.



A minute later I heard my name called, it was Carol another neighbor and thankfully she was not wearing pantyhose. I wasn’t sure what I would say to one of Joey’s subs knowing what I now knew. I spent the next twenty minutes chatting with Carol, as we got ourselves cocktails from the bar. I did notice Bridget during this time. She was dressed as if she was about to go on air in a blouse, blazer, skirt and, of course, nylons. Her walk so confident, her look so perfect, it was hard to believe she would be submissive. Yet she too was kind of a bitch like Jane and the thought of her being forced to please, after all the ways she dressed to tease, was kind of a turn on. I also noticed Jane socializing like she usually did. I wondered if Joey had kept his promise of taking her ass. Strangely, I hope he had.



Carol went to check on her son in the pool as I surveyed the crowd. No one else was wearing pantyhose. I was most curious about Pearl. Did she submit? No doubt she would be here. Suddenly I knew exactly where she was…in the kitchen. Knowing Pearl she was making sure everything went perfect.



I saw Breanna come out of the house and look around, I waved at her and she headed towards me. As she reached me, without a word, she extended her hand and grabbed my drink. Turning away from me, she took a drink. Once done, she handed me back my drink and said, “Fuck your son is a pervert.”



“That seems to be the pot calling the kettle black,” I retorted.



“The 1950s just called they want their sayings back,” Breanna quipped right back. Scanning the crowd, she asked, “Where is the hostess with the mostest?”



“Over there,” I pointed to, where Jane was standing with a group of people with her legs oddly crossed.



“That is so funny,” Breanna said, watching Jane with a strange amusement.



I shot the rest of my drink, which had a strange taste to it, as I asked, “What is?”



Turning back to me, she said, “Did you just finish your drink?”



“Yes,” I replied, dumping my cup upside down to show her.



“Delicious,” she laughed.



“What is?” I asked confused.



“You just drank your son’s cum,” she revealed, before adding, “Whatever I didn’t swallow that is.”



“You’re not serious?” I said, even though I knew she was as it explained the strange salty taste.



“Like I said your son is a sick twisted pervert,” she smiled. “He has decided to shoot a load on or in every one of his sluts today and make them do something extreme.”



“Like making his mother drink his cum,” I quipped.



“Yes, I told him I had been hanging out with you today and he ordered me to catch his cum in my mouth and put it in your drink.”



“Why?” I asked, suddenly paranoid. “You didn’t tell him about us.”



“No, I will let that come out in its own good time,” she smiled. “He just gets turned on by making us do kinkier and kinkier things, plus he clearly as an Oedipus Syndrome.”



“Thank God,” I sighed relived he didn’t know, before realizing that it sounded like I was happy he wanted to fuck his mother.



“You will soon be praising more than just God,” Breanna joked.



I stammered, “I meant thank God he doesn’t know about you and I.”



“Or your task?” she added.



“Yes,” I replied, before correlating that she had referred to Joey and I and the Oedipus Syndrome. I had many times diagnosed men with the Syndrome, but had never considered it for my son…until now. I considered saying more, but decided not to.



“You see how awkward Jane is standing,” she said.



“Yes,” I answered, thankful to change the subject.



“Her ass is filled with his cum. He put a small butt plug in her ass to keep it in there,” she revealed.



“Oh my God,” I gasped, shocked by my son’s sexual depravity.



“I find it funny as hell,” Breanna said, clearly amused.



“It is twisted,” I said, hiding the reality that my pussy was tingling at the humiliation of it all.



“Just wait and see what he has in store for Bridget, Eleanor and Pearl who he has indeed added to his growing collection of fuck-toys as he calls us,” Breanna said, not remotely phased by the name.



Curiosity overriding common sense I asked, “What does he have in mind?”



“Ask him yourself,” Breanna said, pointing to him sitting with a couple of his friends by the pool.



“Not sure we are quite there yet,” I smiled, although the thought of being his fuck-toy was playing in my mind.



“Have you had any of the surprise spread yet?” Breanna asked.



“Not yet,” I replied, suddenly craving some, it is my favorite appetizer.



“Let’s go get some,” she said.



We grabbed another drink and some surprise spread just as Pearl walked out with a plate of appetizers. Like the others, she was wearing nylons. When she saw me her face went instantly beet red, guilt written all over her face. Of course, she had no idea I knew she had fucked my son.



“Hi Pearl,” I greeted, wanting to play with her a bit. Instantly, for some strange reason, the idea of making her my submissive pet popped into my head, although I was usually submissive, on the rare occasion I met someone outright wholesome back in college I fantasized about making them mine.



“Hi, Sarah,” she greeted back in her usual southern drawl, which was sexy as hell.



“Come hang out with us. Jane has servants to bring out food,” Breanna said, clearly amused as well by making the situation more awkward for Pearl.



“I-I-in a bit,” Pearl stammered, clearly flustered. “I just need to finish one more batch of surprise spread.”



“I love surprises,” Breanna replied back, as she took a cracker scooped up some surprise spread and put it in her mouth.



Pearl winced slightly it seemed as she said, “I got to go.”



I filled my plate with surprise spread, one of my favorite snacks, and some crackers. We sat down at a table. Realizing I was famished, I devoured the delicious, as always, surprise spread made by Pearl.



“Was it good?” Breanna asked.



“Amazing as always. Pearl’s surprise spread is addictive,” I replied, using my finger to get the last of it.



Breanna laughed out loud.



“What?” I asked.



“So Joey’s first load of the day was with Pearl this afternoon,” she said.



“He really gets around,” I joked, his stamina and ability to reload a turn-on. I suddenly realized he lied to me about having lunch with Adam.



“As does his cum,” Breanna said, clearly as a joke I didn’t understand.



“Ok,” I said, her intentions beyond me.



“Do you know what makes surprise spread a surprise?” Breanna asked.



“Of course,” I replied, making it myself many times. “You can make it different every time.”



“Exactly,” Breanna nodded.



“Breanna I am not getting where you are going with this,” I said.



“The surprise in this surprise spread is a full load of your son’s cum,” Breanna revealed, a wide smile on her face.



“No way,” I gasped, realizing Pearl knew I was about to eat my own son’s cum.



“Hilarious, isn’t it?” Breanna asked still laughing.



“Well it sure explains Pearl’s reaction to me filling my plate,” I said.



“And she is your son’s newest submissive fuck-toy,” Breanna added rather matter-of-factly.



“Well yes and that of course,” I joked, playing along, the situation getting so absurd there was nothing left to do but laugh. “I just can’t fathom how my son got Pearl to submit.”



“He is irresistible,” Breanna said.



“So it seems,” I said.



“And creatively twisted,” she added.



“So it seems,” I repeated.



“So Bridget is actually filming a brief segment here today for the news about small-knit communities,” Breanna said.



I couldn’t resist saying, “Older women who fuck my son?” I joked.



“Well it is a growing community,” Breanna laughed, before adding, looking directly at me, “and soon to get bigger.”



I blushed but didn’t say anything.



“Once he is ready for round four, he is going to text her for a quickie and shoot his load all over her black blazer and make her keep it on during the newscast,” Breanna said.



“He always was creative,” I joked, impressed by his strong personality and the clear power he had over these women.



“You don’t know the half of it,” Breanna smiled, as we walked to get another drink, one without my son’s cum in it.



We joined a few other ladies for a while before Breanna nudged me. I looked up and saw Bridget looking at her phone. She stood up, looked around, and made her way into the house. Oddly, I felt jealousy at knowing she was about to get my son’s cock.



Another twenty minutes went by with more inane chitchat about the weather, fashion, the Bachelorette, prom and graduation in a couple weeks before Bridget returned. Her face was red as she walked by us, Joey’s cum was splattered everywhere on her blazer, skirt and even her stockings. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh that only Breanna and I understood.



A few minutes later she had a microphone in her hand, cum on her outfit and was getting ready to be filmed. It wasn’t obvious it was cum staining her outfit, but it was obvious that her outfit was stained. In the piece she joked about the hazards of her job, blaming baby puke for making a mess on her outfit as she soldiered on keeping hidden her secret slut persona.



I glanced over and saw Joey grinning from ear to ear amused as he watched her obey his order, only he, Breanna, and unknown to him, me aware of her humiliating reality.



I went to grab another drink, the beginning of tipsy on its way, when I saw Eleanor looking at her phone and then around. Deciding to make the situation more entertaining for me and awkward for her, I walked over and asked, “Everything okay, Eleanor?”



She stammered, seeing me, “F-f-fine.”



“You look a bit distressed,” I said.



“Oh, it’s just I am having a delivery at my house right now, but the kids don’t want to leave yet,” Eleanor lied.



“I can watch them until you are done receiving your delivery,” I responded, again the innuendo hilarious to me.



“Would you?” she said, even as her face flushed, “That would be great. If I miss this delivery it may be a while before I can get it again.”



I could barely contain my laughter as I said, trying to add to her awkwardness, “Get what again?”



“My delivery,” she replied, before adding, “I got to go, he is waiting for me. I will be quick.”



“Take your time,” I said, as she rushed off across the street.



Breanna joined me. “You are almost as twisted as your son.”



“Well like mother like son they always say,” I joked.



“So it seems,” Breanna mused.



“So what does Joey have in store for Eleanor?” I asked.



“After he fucks her, he is going make her put pantyhose on and make her pee in them before returning to the party,” Breanna said.

“No way,” I said, still not able to comprehend just how sick and twisted my son was.



“Ever peed your pantyhose?” Breanna asked.



“Can’t say I have,” I replied.



“You should add it to your bucket list,” Breanna smiled. “It is a very unique, submissive sensation.



“I’ll do that,” I replied, although I wasn’t sure that was up my sexual ally.



We chatted and joked like we usually did until I saw my son walking back to the party. Breanna went to get us more drinks just as Joey, seeing me, walked over and gave a strange look as he saw my altered outfit. Reaching me he said, “You changed.”



“You noticed,” I quipped back, feeling like a schoolgirl again.



“Hard not to,” he replied. “You kind of stand out.”



“I am not the only one who is dressed like this,” I pointed out.



“I suppose not,” he said, acting casual like he didn’t know why a few select women were dressed like they were.



“Did you enjoy the surprise spread?” He asked, “I hear it is delicious.”



I couldn’t believe what he was asking. He wanted to know if I had eaten his cum unknowingly and if I enjoyed it. Realizing it was the perfect moment to start my task of seduction, I replied, “I had a plateful. It was the best I ever had. I may have to get the recipe; I could eat it all day long.”



His smirk was adorable as his face went red at my seemingly accidental innuendo.



“So why did you change mom?” he asked a moment later.



“I saw Breanna dressed in pantyhose and a few others and thought I would class the place up too,” I said. “Plus Breanna says nylons make a statement.”



“What kind of statement?” He asked, his eyebrow raised.



“She never said,” I shrugged. “But as you may already know having spent most of your life seeing me in stockings you know I am always more comfortable in them. My legs are so white.”



“Your legs are perfect, Mom,” he complimented.



“You are such a sweet son,” I smiled back, squeezing his arm. Seeing one of the triplets hitting another of the triplets I yelled, “Maddie and Sadie stop.”



“You are watching Mrs. Zevin’s kids?” he asked, both surprise and amusement on his face.



“Yes, she said she had to go home for a delivery and I offered to watch her kids,” I explained.



He laughed.



“What?” I asked, innocently, even though I knew exactly why he was laughing.



“Oh nothing,” he said. He kissed my cheek and said, “I am supposed to go with the boys for supper and pool.”



“Have fun,” I said.



“Oh, I plan to,” he said, his ominous tone implying something more fun than pool with the boys.



I watched him walk away noticing for the first time ever how nice his ass was.



A couple of minutes later, Eleanor returned looking humiliated and awkward, her pantyhose clearly wet. She said, “Thanks for watching the girls.”



“Did the delivery go well?” I asked.



“Great,” she said. “I need to get the girls home for a bath. Thanks again.”



“You’re welcome,” I said, before going in search of Breanna hoping maybe I could get fucked one more time.



A few minutes later, we were chatting when I said, “I never saw Zelda here.”



“That is where Joey is off too right now,” Breanna said, before adding, “She has to be at the airport in an hour and he is going to give her a goodbye bang.”



“Goodbye bang, really?” I laughed at the ludicrous casualness of it all.



“His plans for her are pretty devious too,” Breanna smiled.



“How so?” I asked, curious what more sexual depravity my son had left.



“He plans to shoot a load of his cum in her hair and on her face and it must stay there till she gets to the hotel,” Breanna explained.



“Oh my, I would just say I did and not really do it,” I replied, unable to imagine such a public humiliation.



“Really?” She said, her tone shifting. “You would disobey an order given by your Master or Mistress?”



“What? No, I am, that is different,” I protested, suddenly on the defensive.



Breanna laughed, “I was just teasing you, Sarah.”



“This is all so new,” I said. My mind still spinning a million miles a minute.



“I understand,” she smiled as her cell rang. “Shoot I was going to give you another snack and finish what I stated earlier, but apparently my husband is on his way home.”



“Bastard,” I mocked, although deep down I was disappointed. The dam had been broken and now that it had I wanted more and more.



“Don’t worry, my pet, I am planning to play with you a lot,” Breanna smiled, squeezing my hand. “Now go seduce your son.”



“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, the idea of seducing my son getting me even wetter.



The rest of the gathering was fine. I chatted with Jane a bit, who treated me with the same vague contempt she usually did. I almost asked her if she was enjoying her ass filled with cum, but I behaved myself. I wanted to put her in her place, but now wasn’t the right time.



I returned home and stayed in my sexy attire waiting for Joey to come home. I was on my laptop reading Literotica incest stories about sons and moms while watching television when Joey got home. My cunt was burning after reading or skimming almost a dozen incest sex stories when he came into the living room.



My legs were on the coffee table, thus the top of my thigh high stockings were definitely visible.



“Mom, I’m hoooome,” he paused, as he saw me on the couch. He was clearly distracted by my legs.



“You’re hooooome, are you?” I playfully teased.



He recovered quickly as he said, “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be in the living room.”



“Where were you expecting me to be?” I asked.



“I have no idea,” he laughed.



“Can you do your old Mom a favour, honey?” I asked, a new plan in my seduction just popping into my head.



“Anything Mom,” he replied, more eager and less self-confident than he was with Jane, in his text to Breanna or at the picnic.



“Anything son, that is a pretty wide scope of possibilities,” I teased.



“I mean it Mom, I would do anything for you,” he replied, his tone sincere and not remotely full of the innuendo I was giving him.



“Could you massage my feet, they are killing me,” I sighed.



“S-s-sure,” he stammered, clearly excited by the offer, but equally surprised. I was offering to make one of his fantasies come true.



“Come sit,” I said, patting the spot beside me as I minimized the website, putting my laptop on the table away from him but still open.



He joined me on the couch and I spun around putting my stocking-clad feet onto his lap. He tentatively took my right foot and began gently massaging it.



After a couple minutes, with not a word said between us, I said, “Harder, honey.”



I smiled at the accidental innuendo as I imagined I would soon be saying these words to him as he slammed his cock into me.



He began to give a firmer foot massage and I let out the odd over-exaggerated moan, ones I hoped to soon be giving out of unbridled passion.



His face was red and I felt his cock growing underneath my other leg.



I asked, “So I didn’t see you around much at the picnic.”



“Oh, I was around,” he said.



“Did you have a good time?” I asked.



“I had a blast,” he said, his naughty innuendo caught by me unknown to him.



“I sure could use a good blast one day soon,” I sighed.



“Mom!” He gasped, surprised by my blunt declaration.



“Sorry honey, but it has been a long, long, long time,” I admitted. “And a woman has needs.”



His face was full of confusion as I sensed he was trying to figure out if the stockings, the requested foot massage and the frank sex needs discussion were hints at him or not.



I apologized, suddenly having fun playing with his mind, “Sorry son, I doubt you care to hear about your mother’s sexual needs.”



I lifted up my other foot and he changed feet, a glimpse at my cunt available if he looked at the right angle.



“It’s ok, Mom, share away,” he said, clearly trying to get more intel about my predicament and potential willingness to commit incest.



“Oh no, I shouldn’t have opened the door, honey, especially to you,” I said, continuing to string him along.



He remained quiet for a while until I asked, “You are really going alone to the prom?”



“Yep,” he answered.



“There must be a dozen girls begging for you to take them,” I said, the visual of Jane begging for his cock popping into my head.



He laughed, his tone suddenly more cocky, “I wouldn’t say that many.”



“How many then?” I asked.



“A few,” he shrugged, before adding, “but they are all out if school.”



“College girls,” I teased. “You sly boy.”



He didn’t respond even though it was obvious he would love to.



“Did dad have the birds and the bees talk with you before he passed, honey?” I asked, after another brief lull in the conversation.



“No Mom, but I got it figured out,” he said.



“You do, do you?” I asked, playfully.



“Oh yeah,” he said, his hand moving to my calf as he began a more tender, sensual massage.



“Well if you ever need to know more let me know,” I said.



“Thanks Mom, I will keep that in mind,” he said.



I stretched my arms, letting my breasts be outlined perfectly for my son to stare at.



He took the opportunity as his cock flinched under my leg.



I purposely put some pressure on his cock with my free leg and he let out a whimper.



I asked all concerned, “You okay, Joey?”



He weakly said, “I’m fine.”



A couple of minutes later, I sat up, leaned in, and kissed his cheek, “Thanks son that felt great.”



“Anytime,” he said, his face red.



“I’m going to bed, honey,” I said as I stood up and left the room leaving him high and hard, the first piece of my seduction plan completed.



A few minutes later, after having washed my face and brushed my teeth, alone in my room and horny, I decided to get myself off. I was about to read more porn when I realized I left my computer downstairs, still open and on a Literotica story about a son and mom called ‘Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-Slut’.



I hurried downstairs and saw Joey reading on my computer. It was my turn for cheeks to go red.



Even after all the women he had shot loads in or on, he still was horny, it was unfathomable. He was furiously pumping his cock while reading the story about a mom who seduced her son and became his unconditional submissive slut. I watched from a distance and considered just walking over to him, dropping to my knees and taking his cock in my mouth, but my legs wouldn’t budge and allow me to cross that invisible line.



My body begged me to just submit and yet my motherly morals held me back. I needed to know for sure that he was alright with fucking me, with crossing that line too. The idea of being my son’s sex slave was powerful, yet making it happen was more of a struggle. I was shivering with confusion as I watched my son masturbate and my cunt leaked when he moaned, “That’s it Mom, suck my cock like a good Mommy-slut.”



I finally decided ‘fuck it’ and was about to cross the line and become his surprise Mommy-slut, when he grunted, “Here it comes, Mom,” and his cum shot in the air. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting his cum, but the moment to cross the line past, I quietly backed up and returned to my room where I, like my son, got off quickly thinking about mother-son sex.



MORE PLAYFUL BANTER



Sunday, I woke Joey up for church, already wearing thigh highs but nothing else other than my robe. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”



He rolled over, his morning wood prevalent as he groggily said, “Is it morning already?”



“It apparently is,” I joked, looking directly at his well framed cock in his briefs.



He instinctively covered up and stammered, “S-s-sorry.”



I laughed. “You are a man and a man wakes up with morning wood.”



“Morning wood?” He questioned.



“Yes, an erection. A hard on, morning wood,” I listed. “What do you guys call it now-a -days?”



“Any of those are fine,” he laughed just as he noticed I was wearing nylons.



He shifted to quiet as if in deep thought so I said, “I’ll go get breakfast started…so get moving and no playing around,” giving him a devilish smile to wonder about.



I left him alone and made our usual Sunday morning breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast. I remained in just my robe and stockings as I continued to have fun both obeying Breanna’s orders and seeing the reaction of my son.



When he came downstairs, his hair still wet from his shower and dressed in his usual Sunday attire I wondered if he had finished his task with Zelda.



He took a long look at my legs before sitting down still in deep thought.



We had breakfast and chatted about next week’s prom, he didn’t have a date and was okay with it. We also chatted about graduation which was also on the horizon.



Once done, I said I was going to go get dressed and he offered to do the dishes as he always did. It was a usual Sunday other than the fact that I was dying to sin.



I got dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse that would hide my thigh high stockings and we headed to church.



Joey and I split up at church as he was in the choir and I was to help by sitting at the fundraising table for camp.



I joined the church service late, after all the parishioners had arrived, and sat in my usual spot. The choir was singing and I couldn’t help but stare at Pearl who was dressed in black nylons. I still couldn’t fathom how my son ended up seducing her or any of the other women in his so-called harem.



Joey joined me just as the sermon began. The minister seemed to be speaking directly to me as he ranted about resisting temptation that is everywhere in the world. Guilt riddled me at how much I had sinned and how much more I was considering sinning. Yet, looking at Joey, I noticed he kept doing two things: one checking out my feet in my open toed three inch heels and glancing over to where the Minister’s wife, Cassie Chamberlain was sitting. She was a very conservative woman, in her early fifties, who was still pretty and very voluptuous, especially in the breast area. I instantly felt jealous as my son was clearing assessing his next prey and it wasn’t me.



My guilt was quickly replaced with jealousy which was replaced by a competitive hunger to be noticed. I played onto his fetish as I allowed my shoe to hit the floor to distract him. I then wiggled my toes, rubbed them with my fingers or stretched out my leg throughout the rest of the sermon which I was no longer listening to. My only attention was now to constantly tease my son.



I smiled when I saw constant glances at my feet and toes, which I painted red just this morning as suggested by Breanna. I also smiled to myself when I saw him constantly adjusting himself, my feet apparently getting him hard.



The service ending, Joey returned to the stage to sing and I went to the washroom to splash my face with water to cool me down.



Church over, I asked Joey, “Want to come shopping with me?”



“I promised Mrs. Addison I would help her after service.”



“I bet you did,” I said before I had time to realize what I said, jealous of Pearl and the help I assumed she was about to get.



“Pardon?” he asked confused.



“Oh nothing,” I shrugged. “Plus what I am shopping for you would probably find awkward.”



“I would, would I?” He smiled.



“Breanna suggested I get some thigh high stockings, she lent me a pair yesterday saying they would make me look sexier,” I revealed.



“Really? Mrs. Salmon said that?” He asked, his mind clearly spinning at his slut’s intentions.



“Yes, all I have are pantyhose as I really had no purpose for thigh highs since your dad died,” I continued, before adding, “I use to wear them all the time.”



“Oh,” was all he said, clearly still in deep thought.



“Plus, Breanna said I should get some new self-help toys until I can find a man,” I added.



“TMI, again,” Joey said, although this time he was laughing.



“Toys for Mommy’s insertion,” I teased.



“You are literally killing me,” he said, I hoped with the innuendo of driving him sexually nuts.



“That is my job, to bust your balls,” I replied, pushing the envelope even further.



“Killing me,” he repeated, turning away.



“Have fun helping Mrs. Addison,” I called out.



“Oh, I will,” he replied, turning around and looking me in the eye.



I blew him a kiss and headed out to shop for a few new things to continue my seduction.



TOY TIME



I hadn’t really shopped much since Jack’s death. I didn’t go out almost ever, thus I never really needed to get a new outfit, or heels or stockings or sexy underwear.



I first went to a few clothing stores were I really stretched my credit card buying a few blouses, new lace bras, a few skirts all shorter than my usual attire, a couple of dresses and a dozen pairs of thigh high stockings in a variety of colours, all of course, sandlefoot. I felt young and rejuvenated as I shopped to dress sexy, both to seduce my son but equally to reclaim the sexuality I had lost long ago.



I then went to an adult store in a secluded strip mall. I walked in realizing I had never been in such a store even during my crazy college days.



Inside I was like a fat kid in a candy store for the first time…where do I even begin?



I was stunned at all the bondage contraptions, whips, gags for your mouth and other strange things, all of which did little for me, but the thought of being handcuffed was kind of a turn on.



I came looking for a new vibrator as mine was a bridal shower present over twenty years ago and I was in awe at the technological advancements since my thin silver toy. They came in so many shapes and sizes that I was overwhelmed.



A woman about my age, dressed casually in jeans and a blouse, asked, as if reading my mind, “Can I help you? You look a little overwhelmed.”



“I don’t even know where to begin,” I joked.



“What are you looking for?” she asked.



“I don’t know,” I replied, before adding, “I was just trying to buy a new vibrator.”



“Still got the one from college?” She joked.



“Close, bridal shower over twenty years ago,” I admitted.



She laughed. “Well technology has improved a lot since then.”



“I can tell,” I said.



“Would you like me to recommend one I think is amazing?” She asked.



“Please do, otherwise I will be here all day,” I joked.



“There are lots of good ones, but the best bang for your buck in my opinion are the rabbit vibes,” she said, grabbing a unique shaped toy and handing it to me.



“How does it work?” I asked, a bit confused by the extra part.



“It buzzes inside of you like a normal vibe but the other part here stimulates your clit for an amazing double sensation,” she explained.



“Wow!” I said, my clit being intensively sensitive, the thought of using this toy instantly had me excited.



“It does the trick every time,” she smiled.



“I’ll take it,” I said, a little too excited.



“Can I help you with anything else?” She asked.



“Um, well,” I stammered, finding asking about anal toys awkward.



“It’s okay my dear, we are all women with needs and kinks,” she smiled, squeezing my arm.



“I want to try anal sex,” I whispered.



“This way,” she smiled, her smile so warm and inviting.



I gasped at the large variety of choices of anal toys. Some so ridiculously big I couldn’t fathom it ever going in without doing lifelong damage while others were shaped assumedly for the prostate.



“Have you had anal sex before?” She asked.



“In a galaxy a far, far away,” I joked, “the early nineties.”



“Then we better start with an anal training kit,” she said, grabbing a box. She handed it to me and explained, “This is the most popular beginners’ package. The kit has three plugs, each bigger than the next, lubrication and instructions on how to prepare your bottom.”



“Oh my,” I said, realizing this conversation was so unreal.



“I’ll take it,” I said, the thought of something in my ass both exciting and daunting, yet it was obvious my son expected his sluts to have all three holes at his disposal.

“You won’t regret it,” she smiled, “anything else?”



“I am going to sound like a nympho, but I would like to look at strap-ons.”



Her smile changed slightly, “For a man or a woman.”



My face went red as I whispered, “A woman.”



“Delicious,” she smiled as she led me a few feet over to another smaller display.



Again there was a vast array of colours and sizes. “Do you want to see something really cool?”



“Always,” I replied.



“This is called a strapless dual penetrator,” she said, handing me what looked like two vibrators.



“How does it work?” I asked, realizing the second vibe was not in the right position to make it hit both the pussy and ass thus double penetrating.



“You put the top part there inside you, while you use the other on your lover,” she explained.



“Oh my, that is creative,” I said, looking at the toy closer trying to envision how it worked.



“It’s all the rave with the lesbians or bi girls,” she said, “that way you can both get off, both the giver and the receiver.”



“Wouldn’t it fall out?” I asked.



“It is made to be a tight fit,” she said. Leaning in closer, she whispered, her hot breath innocent yet causing my cheeks to flame, “I have used one a few times, it is amazing, no matter which end you are on.”



I stammered, slightly rattled knowing she was a lesbian or bi, “I-I-wow-I will take it too.”



“Be sure to give as well as recieve,” she joked playfully, her tone dripping with innuendo.



“I will,” I smiled back.



“Shoot someone is at the register. If you need any more help let me now,” she smiled warmly, giving my hand a squeeze, then added, “I’ll hold these for you at the register.”



“Thanks,” I replied.



“Oh, by the way, there are some unique items in the corner back there, take a peak,” she suggested, pointing to the back of the store before walking away.



Curious, I meandered back to the area she mentioned and saw a variety of items. Most of it I didn’t understand its purpose, but then I saw the craziest, coolest thing ever: it was called a wallbanger, a vibrator that could suction to a wall. I flashed back to yesterday and bouncing back on Breanna’s cock and how much I had always loved being on my hands and knees getting fucked or fucking myself. With this toy I could literally fuck myself. I grabbed it, my pussy getting wetter as I added it to my growing collection of kink and headed towards the counter.



I stopped when I saw costumes in front of me. Although Halloween was a ways away, I thought I would buy one now and maybe use it to tease Joey somehow. I looked through all the different costumes before finding the perfect costume: Super Girl. Joey was obsessed with Superman since he was a child and this would, with a couple additions, be sexy as hell.



I also noticed they had full body nylon suits and crotchless pantyhose, both which would be perfect additions to the Super Girl outfit. I grabbed two of each and finally made it to the register.



“You done, darling,” she smiled.



“I better be,” I joked.



She rang the items up and said, as she grabbed the suction cup vibrator, “I haven’t tried this yet, you have got to let me know if it is worth buying.”



My face was red, but I agreed, “I’ll let you know.”



Once done, she said, “Wait a second there is one more thing you need.”



I was curious; she returned a moment later with small balls. She explained, “These are black glass Ben-Wa balls. Put them inside when you are out and about and it will keep you revved all day long.”



“Thank you,” I blushed.



“You are welcome, my dear,” she said, before adding, “Since I have a hunch you will be back for more, I am going to give you a twenty percent discount.”



“Thank you so much,” I said as I paid her. As the receipt printed, she wrote something on it and said, her tone definitely implying more than just business. “So you can let me know how the toy works or if you just want to chat.”



I said, trying to show my own potential interest, “Great, my name is Sarah.”



“Pamela,” she smiled. “Enjoy.”



“Oh I plan to,” I smiled back.



I returned to my car horny and broke having spent way more in my sexual rebirth than I had planned. I drove home already thinking of which toy I would try first, although unable to decide. I looked at the receipt and saw Pam’s name and number was on it. I smiled at the thought that she was definitely hitting on me…I was back in the game in seemed and it felt exhilarating.



TIME FOR A PEEP SHOW



I got home, took the bag of toys to my room and went through them inspecting each one closer. I took each toy out of its wrap and pulled out my toy box. Realizing my toy box was way too small now, I left the toys on the bed realizing I would have to go downstairs to get a bigger box.



Yet, I wanted to try on the bodystocking, curious how the nylon bodysuit would look and feel like on me. I got completely undressed and then put it on. It was a tight fit to be sure, but the nylon on the stomach, breasts and arms made me feel luxurious, sexy and naughty all at the same time. My nipples poked through the sheer nylon as I posed in front of the mirror.



I heard a subtle sound just outside my door and knew without looking that my son was watching me from behind the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. Deciding it was a perfect opportunity to really tease him, I began talking to myself.



“What toy should I try first?” as I went to my bed and bent over giving my son a perfect look at my ass. I grabbed the largest butt plug and looked it over. “I haven’t had anything in my ass in years, I better start with something a little smaller.”



I grabbed the smallest one and said, “This is better, I don’t want my ass to gaped for him,” leaving the him vague.



I grabbed the lube and then said, “Shit, this would be so much easier with someone to help.” I smirked at myself at the obvious offer I had just given to my son.



I climbed onto the bed, generously lubed the three-inch black plug and also my fingers. I coated my ass with the lube as I giggled, “He will so love this body stocking and the conveniently placed hole.”



Taking the well-lubed toy, my ass directly facing my peeping Tom son, I slowly inserted it into my ass.



“Aaaaaah,” I moaned as it slowly broke through my long ignored back door. There was a brief numbing pain, but it faded almost as quickly as it came.



I stayed posed, like a picture, for a minute allowing my ass to get used to the rubber violation. I then stood up, picking up the wallbanger and said, “Now where should I put this?”



I walked around my room, looking for a reasonable place, although none instantly came to mind.



“Dammit, where would it work?” I sighed.



I kept looking, before I said, “Oh, this will be perfect.”



I got back on my bed and put the suction cup on my headboard. “Is that the right height?” I said out loud, trying to eye ball it. “I guess there is only one way to find out for sure,” I shrugged as I turned around and slowly backed up towards the vibrator.



There was no way for Joey to not get caught peeking at me as I was now staring straight at the door, but he wasn’t there. I assumed he was just beside the door and could still hear me, so I continued backing up until the toy was at my pussy entrance, it was a tad high, so I quickly turned around adjusting it to the perfect height, and again slowly backed up. “Aaaaaah, that’s it,” I moaned as I slowly backed onto the vibrating toy.



Once my ass was against the headboard, the toy completely in me, I moaned loudly, for both Joey’s eavesdropping ears and my own hunger to come. I closed my eyes and began fucking myself again imagining it was Joey’s cock buried in my cunt and not a toy.



I could sense I was being watched again and pondered if I should begin talking like I had yesterday when Breanna was fucking me. Knowing that my son had a harem of MILF sluts; knowing he had purposely had me eat his cum; knowing he knew I was reading incest porn as he did and knowing he was watching me fuck myself; I decided to go for broke, to let him hear me declare my hunger to fuck him. “Oh yes, Joey, fuck Mommy’s cunt,” I moaned, “Your big cock feels so good.”



Over the next few minutes as my orgasm continued to build I said a variety of naughty things including:



“That’s it Joey, make mommy yours.”



“Oh God Joey, fuck your mother harder, fill her wet cunt completely.”



“Oooooh Joey, is Mommy a good fuck pet?”



“Oh yes, baby, my ass is yours too. All my holes are for you.”



Finally, my orgasm exploded through me, the nastiness of knowing my son was watching making it take longer but the climax was even bigger as I screamed, “Yes, Joey, make Mommy your Fuuuuck-toooooy.”



I collapsed forward and allowed the orgasm to course through my entire body all the while wondering if Joey was watching.



After a couple of minutes, I rolled over and yelped, forgetting I had a butt plug in my ass. Standing up, I put on a robe and went to get a box for my toys, leaving the just fucked vibrator on my headboard.



Joey was gone, and I smirked realizing he probably left just like I did once the sex act he was watching was over. I grabbed a plastic storage container from the basement just as Joey walked in the door, his cheeks still red.



“Hi, Joey, how was your afternoon?” I asked, casual as if I hadn’t just allowed him to watch me fuck myself while verbally pretending it was him.



“Oh, it was full of surprises,” he said, his smug tone clearly back.



“I hope they were good surprises,” I replied, acting innocent, pretending I didn’t know that he had just watched me.



“Oh they were,” he said, hugging me tightly.



Letting go, I asked, “What was that for?”



“To let you know how much I love you,” he said.



I hugged him back, “I love you too son.



“You about to have a shower?” He asked.



“No, why?” I asked.



“You’re in a robe,” he pointed out.



“Oh yeah, no I was just trying out some new clothes I bought today and didn’t want you to see your old Mom almost naked,” I joked, the irony that he had just seen me obvious.



He smirked, “That would be terrible.”



It was obvious by his tone he was playing me, but I acted oblivious, “Exactly, son’s aren’t supposed to see their mom’s almost naked.”



“No, that would scar me forever,” he retorted, looking at my nylon covered arms with curiosity.



“And I can’t have that,” I said, before adding, “I’m going to get dressed.”



Back in my room, my cunt was still burning, but I got dressed, taking the body stocking off and tried on the crotchless pantyhose. I added a red blouse and a too short for hanging at home skirt and headed downstairs to make supper. As I did a rush of frustration hit me. Why didn’t Joey just walk in when he heard me fucking myself fantasizing about him? Why was he so aloof in our conversation? Was he not interested? What more did I have to do to get him to make me his? Frustrated, I walked past his room, the door closed, and headed downstairs to make supper.



Joey stayed in his room and until I called him down for supper forty minutes later.



All during dinner there was an underlying tension as we both skirted the issue unsure how to get from A to B.



Dinner done, Joey said, as he began to clean up the table, “Mom, you need to start dating again.”



“I am not sure I want to,” I replied, which was true. I had no interest in dating anyone, I just wanted my son.



“You need someone, Mom,” he replied, coming up behind me and began massaging my shoulders.



“That I agree with,” I moaned softly, his hands on my tight shoulders feeling great.



“You are really tense,” he said.



I replied, “I have a lot on my mind of late. I think I may be going through a female version of a kid-life crisis…or withdrawal.”



He laughed, “We can’t have that.”



“Agreed,” I said, thinking he was about to make a move on me, understanding I was too weak and nervous to make the first move.



His hands moved down my shoulders and I thought he was going to go to my breasts but instead gave my arms a squeeze and moved away. Disappointment cascaded through me as I realized he had moved away.



“I am going to the movies with Jake,” he said, as he grabbed the plates and put them in the dishwasher.



“O-o-okay,” I stammered rattled by his touch.



I got up and said, “You better get going or you will be late. I’ll finish up here.”



“You sure?” He asked.



“Of course, now go,” I said.



“Okay, thanks Mom, I’m just going to go change,” he said.



“Okay,” I said, as I continued cleaning up.



I finished cleaning up when Joey came downstairs and said, “I’m off.”



“What movie?” I asked.



“World War Z,” he answered.



“Sounds romantic,” I joked.



“It’s a zombie apocalypse movie,” he clarified.



“If you say so,” I shrugged.



“I left something for you in your room, Mom,” he said.



“You did?” I asked, surprised.



“Yep, although wait till I leave to go check what it is,” he said.



“Okay,” I agreed, having no clue what he may have left me



“By the way Mom,” he added, at the door, “that is quite the addition to your headboard.”



My cheeks burned red, but he left before I could respond, although I really have no idea what I would have said.



Curious, I scurried upstairs and saw on my bed a small cup and a note.



Mom,



Since you seemed to like the surprise spread so much I thought I would give you the special ingredient to make your own or just eat whole.



Love



Joey



I knew without looking what my son had left me, my face went red and my cunt dampened at the forwardness of my son.



The moment had come…literally. The cat was out of the bag…the elephant in the room was finally addressed and the avalanche of life altering consequences had begun.



I could, of course, deny everything and attempt to maintain the traditional mother-son relationship we had always had; yet, that thought lasted only a minute before my hunger to submit, to give in to my taboo desires took over.



I took the small cup and swirled it around as if I was about to sip on a glass of wine.



Then before I had time to contemplate my decision I poured my son’s semen in my mouth. My cunt leaked instantly, the act on its own so naughty and submissive, but the fact it was my son’s cum quadrupled the naughtiness.



The taste was salty, sweet and I wanted more. Without even thinking, I used my finger to scoop up any more of his addictive seed in the cup.



As soon as I had retrieved every last spec of my son’s cum, I still wanted more; I wanted it directly for the source.



Deciding to go for broke, I texted Joey.



Thanks for the appetizer. Though, I would prefer the full course meal.



As soon as I pressed send, I panicked. I just propositioned my son. I fretted, pacing back and forth waiting for his response, wishing I could go turn back time a few seconds.



My anxiety continued to build as he didn’t respond.



Stressed and freaking out, I texted Breanna.



Can you come over? I am freaking out.



A couple of minutes later she texted back.



Be there in five my pet.



Tranquility transcended over me at seeing the words my pet as my body shifted from stressed to horny in a flash.



PLAY TIME



She walked in a few minutes later and called out, “My pet, come get your snack.”



I quickly went downstairs and saw she was in a sundress and beige stockings.



“Crawl to me, my pet,” she smiled as she moved to my couch and sat down.



I obeyed, dropping to my knees and crawling to her, my anxiety fading as my natural need to obey and please again took over.



Reaching her, she asked, “Are you hungry my pet?”



“Starving,” I admitted, the thought of being between her legs and licking her unique nectar drawing me in like a moth to a flame.



She opened her legs and said, “Good, because I am so fucking horny.”



I didn’t need any further instructions as I leaned forward and buried my face in her hairy cunt. Her scent was even stronger today than yesterday which only enhanced my hunger. I licked slowly at first enjoying her wetness.



I explored every inch if her cunt with my mouth and tongue for a few minutes before she said, “Shit, I need to get fucked sooo bad.”



I looked up and said, “I bought something today that just may do the trick.”



“You did? You really are an eager optimistic little sub, aren’t you?” She smiled.



“For you, I am,” I playfully replied,



“What did you buy?” Breanna asked.



“Lots of things,” I answered.



“Show me,” she said.



A minute later I was pulling my new toy box out from under my bed, I had since taken down my suction cup vibe, and she was reading the note that Joey had left me.



“Holy shit,” she said. Then looking at the empty cup added, “You drank it.”



My face burned with shame as I nodded, “That is why I texted you.” I then recapped the whole story of fucking myself with my wallbanger, knowing he was watching me and then talking dirty to myself using his name.



“Tonight is the night then,” she smiled.



“Here is the text I sent,” I added, handing her my phone.



“Fuck,” she gasped. “That is soooo hot.”



“But now I am freaking out. I pretty much told him to come home and cum in his mother’s mouth,” I said, my anxiety again building.



“Yes, you did,” Breanna said. “Which is exactly what you want him to do right?”



“Yes, but now it is out there,” I tried to explain.



“It obviously is based on this note. He is just playing with you. He loves the initial conquest,” Breanna said.



“But now what?” I asked.



“You wait his response and do as he says,” she answered.



“Is it that simple?” I questioned.



“It really is. He wants you, you want him. Case closed,” Breanna said, as she began to rummage through my new collection of toys.



“You make it sound so easy,” I said, still tentative.



“It is,” she said, “You are my sub and you have an order to fulfill do you not?”



“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.



“Do you plan to finish the task?” she questioned, holding the strapless dildo.



“Of course,” I said, not wanting to disappoint her and wanting to fulfill the task for my own selfish desires.



“Then no more questioning yourself. Just do what comes naturally,” she smiled, “pun intended.”



I laughed, “Yes, Mistress.”



“How does this work?” she asked.



I took the strapless cock from her and explained, “This part goes in the one getting fucked like a regular strap-on, while this goes in the one doing the fucking. It’s a strapless cock.”



“Put it on or in or whatever, we are so trying this right now,” she said, getting out of her dress.



I got undressed too and she questioned, “You’re wearing panties?”



“To keep the plug in my ass,” I sheepishly explained.



“Fair enough,” she laughed, now only in stockings and bra. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and said, “Let’s see how that thing works.”



Panties off, I pulled the plug out of my ass not wanting it to fall out during the fucking. I turned the strange contraption on and slid the smaller planting cock in my cunt.



I joined Breanna on the bed, her ass bent over in eager anticipation.



I placed my hands on her hips and moved into position.



“Hurray up, Sarah, fuck your Mistress hard and deep,” she demanded, implying that patience wasn’t one of her virtues.



Obeying like a good submissive, I pushed forward my vibrating cock easily disappearing inside her cunt.



“Gooooooood,” she moaned, the moment I filled her cunt.



“Was that God or good,” I teased, as I began pumping my cock in and out of her.



“Boooooth,” she moaned.



I couldn’t believe I was fucking Breanna, I couldn’t believe how everything had changed in just two days. The buzzing in my own cunt was also quite thrilling as it was a constant tease. Not enough to get me off, but enough to keep it in a constant state of arousal, a perpetual state of tease.



Breanna’s moans echoed throughout my room, increasing with each deep thrust. Eventually the moans became whimpers as her orgasm continued to build and she demanded, “Harder Sarah, fuck me harder.”

I obliged as my body slammed into hers.



“Fuuuuck, yeeees,” she screamed as I filled her completely. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered her breathing now erratic.



Watching her so close to orgasm was a complete turn on, I decided to surprise her as I slid a finger, without warning, up her ass, hoping to trigger her orgasm.



“Oh fuuuuck, you dirty cuuuunt,” she screamed, her whole body trembled as she collapsed forward as the tidal wave of euphoria crashed through her.



I continued pumping my cock in her cunt even as her body quaked with joy, my finger slipping out of her ass as she fell forward.



Finally she said, “No more,” and I pulled out.



She rolled onto her back, looked up at me and said, “Holy shit, that is the best toy ever.”



“I don’t know, my wallbanger is pretty sweet,” I countered, staring at her large breasts and even larger belly which somehow made her even sexier.



“How does it feel in you?” she asked.



“Good, it’s like a perpetual tease. I couldn’t come this way, but it is a great way to get me ready,” I answered, hoping she would take the hint and finish me off.



“Let me see it,” she said, opening her hand.



I pulled it out if my hungry cunt and handed it to her.



She looked it over before taking the smaller cock in her mouth. “You taste heavenly.”



“Want some direct from the source,” I asked.



“Would love some,” she smiled, before adding, “but I think I am going to keep you in what did you call it? Oh yes, perpetual tease.”



“Please no, I’m so horny,” I pleaded, disappointment coursing through me.



“No, Joey may want to fill his mother’s mouth, cunt or ass with his big cock and I want my pet thinking about it all night,” she smiled.



A small gush of cunt juice leaked out if me at the thought. “I still can’t believe I texted him that.”



“He is irresistible,” Breanna shrugged.



Curious, I asked, “How did he get you?”



BREANNA’S SUBMISSION STORY



“You want to hear how your son made me his personal fuck-toy?” She smiled, opening her legs slightly.



“Yes,” I admitted, instantly imagining being his personal fuck-toy too.”



“Okay, but you are not allowed to touch yourself,” Breanna ordered.



“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, even though my cunt was a burning inferno in desperate need for an eruption.



“Lay beside me, my pet,” she said.



I did and she rolled onto her side. We were now looking into each other’s eyes, it was a very intimate moment especially considering what we had just done and what she was about to tell me.



“A few days after I learned about Joey and Eleanor, he was in class and really seemed to be checking me out. Eleanor had explained to me his nylon fetish and I had worn them to work each day after that, having gone shopping on the weekend to purchase stockings. Anyway, he definitely noticed and to enhance my hint of interest and to tease him ruthlessly, I continually sat on top of my desk, legs crossed and dangled my shoe. My skirts were just long enough to hide the top of my thigh high stockings, but it was exhilarating to know underneath my conservative teacher attire I was dressed sexy: lace bra, thong, and thigh high stockings. I didn’t know what sandlefoot was originally so looked it up and learned it was stockings with clear toes. I also painted my toenails fire engine red to accentuate my whole foot look. I felt like a teenager again trying to impress some hot football player,” Breanna explained.



“You are such a tease,” I quipped.



“As are you,” she quipped back. “At least I didn’t try to pretend I was something I wasn’t.”



“That facade is long shattered,” I replied.



“Indeed it is,” she said, before instructing me, “Massage my feet as I continue my little story.”



“Of course, Mistress,” I agreed, eager to obey and to hear her sordid tale of sexual submission to my son.



I moved in position at the foot of the bed and took her right foot in my hands and began a gentle massage if her stocking-clad leg.



“Even as I teased him I had no real intentions of becoming his sex slave, but it was fun to see him clearly hot and bothered. I mean he was your son and a student, two lines I didn’t plan to cross. I just enjoyed the attention I wasn’t getting at home as Zach had quit fawning over me ever since I began to show.



Anyway, one day at the beginning of class he brought me a coffee and said “I got you your usually Mrs. Salmon. Two sugars and two specialty creams.” Yet it was the way he stressed cream that instantly had me thinking, ‘He came in my coffee’.



Playing his game, I replied, “I do love specialty cream.”



He quipped right back, “Well this is a one of a kind cream,” and then went and sat down. I stared directly at him as I took a long drink of his cum coffee before looking away and getting ready for class. When class ended, he jettisoned out of class before I could thank him for the coffee.”



“Other foot,” Breanna ordered.



“Of course, Mistress,” I obeyed, letting go of her right foot and taking her left.



“All day I was full of excitement over Joey’s bold move and how horny it had made me. Yet, equally full of trepidation because he was my student and your son. I wasn’t surprised when he walked in after school and asked, “Did you enjoy the coffee, Mrs. Salmon?”



I looked up from my desk and said, staring straight into his eyes, “Yes, Joey, I loved it, especially the cream.”



He smiled, “Would you like more cream?”



I paused knowing my answer would either end this here and now or open the door to a journey I would have no control over. Finally I answered, “I would love more cream.”



Joey walked over to the door closing and locking it before returning to my desk. Reaching me, he stood right beside me, his crotch at my eye level. My body trembled like I was in high school, waiting for the inevitable. Finally he said, “Go ahead, Mrs. Salmon, pull out my cock.”



“‘Here?” I questioned, the thought of getting caught and losing my job instantly popping into my head.



His tone shifted from his usual soft spoken to assertive as he ordered, “I wasn’t asking, Mrs. Salmon. Now take out my cock and get some of my special cream.”



Even though I wanted to and even though Eleanor told me he was aggressive, hearing the words out of his mouth shocked me. I stammered, “Joey, we are at school”.



He smirked down at me and said, “And you are hungry for my cock. If you don’t want to, I will find someone else. It’s now or never, Mrs. Salmon.”



I let out a sigh as I saw the outline of his cock in his jeans. My mind was still debating, but my body had a mind of its own as my hands fished out his fully erect cock from his pants.



“Go ahead; take it in your mouth, Mrs. Salmon.”



My body in control, I opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips. I can’t explain it, but it just felt so right. I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom cock as I forgot I was in my classroom and just let myself become consumed by my submission.”



“Shit, telling this story is getting me horny again, why don’t you come crawl between my legs and please me,” she suggested.



I let go of her foot and moved between her legs and buried my face in her hairy pussy. Still wet from her earlier orgasm, her bouquet of pleasure was captured perfectly in her pubic hair.



“That’s it, Sarah, get used to being between my legs,” she moaned.



“It’s already very comfortable,” I replied between licks.



“So I slowly bobbed back and forth, taking more of Joey’s long, thick cock in my mouth. I loved his cock in my mouth and all the things he said to me while I slowly blew him in my classroom. I don’t remember it word for word but he talked the whole time.



“That’s it, Mrs. Salmon, your mouth feels just like I imagined it all this semester.”



“You look so hot with a cock in your mouth, Mrs. Salmon.”



“I have thought about this forever Mrs. Salmon.”



“Is your cunt yet, Mrs. Salmon?”



Hearing him repeat my married name over and over somehow made the submission to him hotter, dirtier and yet my panties were soaked. I took his stiff rod out of my mouth and admitted, “I am very wet, Joey,” and took his cock back between my lips.



As I bobbed faster, attempting to take all his cock in my mouth, suddenly craving his cum, he asked, “Mrs. Salmon, do you want to be my pet?”



I again took his cock out of my mouth and asked, curious, “What does that entail?”



“Complete obedience to me and access to all three of your holes, Mrs. Salmon. Essentially, you become my personal plaything,” he explained.



“But I’m pregnant,” I pointed out.



“Makes that sweet cunt of yours a perfect cum deposit, doesn’t it, Mrs. Salmon?”



“I-I-I guess,” I stammered, the thought of him fucking me causing a gush of pussy juice flooding out of me. Giving someone head was cheating, but I didn’t feel overly guilty, it was just oral sex. And as I mentioned yesterday, Zach and I are swingers, but he knows everyone I fuck and is always there…this would be cheating.



“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Mrs. Salmon. If you accept my terms of complete submission to me swallow my load. If you don’t accept these terms, ask me to leave,” he said, as he shoved his cock in mouth.



I would like to pretend I seriously attempted to get his cock out of my mouth or remotely considered saying no to his outrageous expectations but I didn’t. I was so drawn in by his confident demeanour and his big cock all I cared about was obeying. He fucked my face hard, his whole cock now in my throat and I had to really focus not to gag. It felt so good being used, I felt so dirty as his balls bounced off my chin with each aggressive forward thrust. Finally, he grunted a couple of minutes later, “Here it comes Mrs. Salmon, my new slut.” A chill went up my spine at his words and a second later I was getting a mouthful of cum exploding into my mouth. I have swallowed a lot of cum in my life, but none had the addicting taste his did. Swallowing cum was always just part of the sex act, something I expected to do, something submissive that got me off, but his cum was addictive in a way unlike any I had ever swallowed. When he finally pulled out, I leaned forward and took it back in my mouth hungry to get every last drop of his addictive seed.



He laughed, “I knew you would be an eager little slut.”



Without hesitation I replied, “For you I will be.”



“I know,” he smugly replied as he took his cock away and put it back in his pants.



The aftertaste of his cum lingered in my mouth as he started walking out of my classroom without another word. I wanted to say something, my cunt was on fire, yet I just watched him leave wondering what he had in store for me. Once he left, closing my door for me, I lifted up my skirt and frantically rubbed myself to an orgasm as I imagined his cock fucking me.”



“God I’m close, suck my clit, Sarah,” Breanna moaned her story seemingly done.



My cunt was on fire too listening to her story of my son taking her in her own classroom. I sucked her clit between my lips and shook my head left to right which had Breanna screaming in pleasure. Her orgasm followed a few seconds later as she screamed, “Yeeeeesssss.”



Her cum flowed out if her cunt and into my mouth as I eagerly lapped her sweetness.



Finally, she pulled me up and said, “Fuck you are good at that.”



“Thanks, Mistress,” I smiled back, my face shiny with her cum.



“So next morning, seconds after Zach left for work, there was a knock on my door. I had just finished showering and was in my robe. I assumed it was Zach forgetting something, his keys again probably, when I opened the door though it was your son. He walked in and asked if I still had my wedding dress. I admitted I did although joked it may not fit with this new belly that seemed to be growing each day. He ordered I put it on, as well as thigh highs, and get on all fours on my bed for him. Again I was stunned by his aggressiveness, stunned by the instant wetness down below, and stunned by how extreme his expectations were. Yet, without a word I went upstairs and dressed as ordered. Once on all fours on my bed, in my wedding dress, I called out I was ready and he sauntered in, got in position behind me and asked if I wanted him to fuck me. He loves to be in control, but also revels in the thrill of having his submissive give in unconditionally. I begged him to fuck me, to make me his slut and the instant his cock filled me I knew without a doubt I was his.”



“Wow,” I said, I can’t believe how kinky he is.



“He just left you a cup of his semen and you drank it,” Breanna pointed out.



“Touché,” I laughed.



“You look like you’re ready to burst,” Breanna said, as her hand went to my cunt.



“I’m a volcano ready to erupt,” I replied, her fingers teasing me.



Suddenly she stood up and said, “Good and it will stay that way until Joey gets home,” she announced, deflating me in an instant.



Breanna got herself looking respectable, but noticed my disappointment. “Sarah, I am positive he plans to take you tonight.”



“How do you know? He could have walked in when I was in my bedroom fucking myself or in the kitchen, maybe he is as unsure as I am,” I said, feeling insecurity unlike I had not experienced since I was a teenager.



“He plays games, it’s his thing. The cum in a cup is a delicious test and if he had any lingering doubts, which I doubt he does, you quelled them with that text,” Breanna reassured as she pulled me up off the bed.



“I guess,” I laughed, thinking just how strange this whole conversation was.



“Trust me, I know your son, and he has plans to fuck you tonight,” Breanna said, as she reached into my box of toys. “Get on all fours my pet.”



“Okay,” I agreed unsure what she had in store for me.



“I doubt he will want your ass first time, but just in case let’s get your backside ready,” Breanna said, as I felt warm liquid poured between my ass cheeks.



I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth as I prepared to have a bigger plug slipped into my ass.



“Ready, sexy?” She asked, her hand gently rubbing my lower back.



“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, agreeing to be sodomized.



“I’ll go slow,” Breanna promised, as the toy poked between my ass cheeks. Slowly she pushed forward and the toy after a brief resistance broke through and inside my ass. Much wider than the first one I was wearing earlier, I could feel my ass burning as it tried to get used to the self-violation. I tried to keep my breathing regular until the pain dulled and as I got accustomed to having the big plug in my ass. Breanna caressed my ass and back gently during this time understanding when to be firm and when to be gentle.



Finally, I cautiously moved off the bed and stood up. Looking at my toy box, I realized Breanna had bypassed plug number two and went directly to the largest plug.



Breanna shrugged, “Go big or go home.”



“I am already home,” I quipped.



“And you are soon going to get something big,” she quipped right back.



“God, I hope so,” I said, my pussy still burning with hunger.



“I know so,” she said, as she moved to me and kissed me tenderly. I melted into her kiss, the tenseness something else I had missed since my husband died.



When the kiss was broken a couple of minutes later, she said, “I should get back home, eventually Zach will wonder where I am.”



“Just tell him I needed you,” I said.



“Which was true,” she smiled.



“You would be completely telling the truth,” I agreed.



“And he won’t ask anything deeper,” she said.



“Doesn’t he know that it is always important to go deeper,” I played.



“Not as much since I got this belly,” Breanna replied.



“I think you look sexy,” I said, which was true.



“Ditto,” she smiled, giving me one quick kiss and heading out.



I got dressed in the same outfit I was wearing before Breanna came over, adding panties to make sure the plug in my ass didn’t fall out when I walked, and slowly made my way down stairs.



I saw my phone flashing meaning I missed a call or text message. A chill went up my spine at the possibility that it was from Joey. I grabbed my phone and saw it was indeed a text message from Joey. I took a deep breath and clicked on the text message.



Mom,



I’ll be home at 9:30.



Master Joey



We need to talk.



I re-read the short text a dozen times before glancing at the clock. It was 8:43. Dressed still rather provocative, I did what I usually did when stressed, I cleaned the house. It was a great distraction to my spinning head and burning cunt. I dusted the house, cleaned the windows and was vacuuming the living room when I was startled by my son’s voice.



FINAL SUBMISSION



“I’m home, Mother,” Joey announced.



“How 1950s?” I replied, turning around.



“Vacuuming the house while dressed up is also so 1950s,” he countered, a sly smile on his face.



“Back then the man of the house was in charge,” I pointed out, shifting the conversation to where we both wanted it to go.



“And the woman of the house was usually subservient to the man,” he countered, walking towards me.



He looked so sexy, something I had never noticed before I learned of his reputation. “Those were simpler times,” I said coyly, my hand trembling on the vacuum cleaner.



“Things have went astray,” he replied, now directly in front of me. “For example, it is rare for a man to properly compliment a woman.”



“Very true,” I nodded, my hands clammy, “especially when we work so hard to look so good for our man.”



“You look beautiful Mom,” he said, as he took my hands in his.



My face went red. I expected an aggressive dominance; instead he was being sweet and gentle; yet another surprise in this weekend of surprises. “Thank you, you look handsome yourself,” I smiled back.



“Not rugged or sexy,” he asked playfully.



“A little rugged, a little aloof, a little bad boy and a lot sexy,” I complimented, squeezing his hand and looking directly into his eyes.



“Just like dad?” He said, his tone implying it was a question.



“In all ways but one,” I flirted back, no longer his mother, but rather a cougar on a prowl.



“And what would that be?” He asked, his hand moving up my arm.



“Well you are both sexy, both have hypnotic eyes and both were born well equipped,” I complimented, my hand taking the risk and going to his cock.



He was surprised briefly by my aggressiveness, but recovered fast, “And what is our one major difference?”



“He was a nice guy in the bedroom and sometimes a woman doesn’t want a nice guy in the bedroom,” I flirted, rubbing his cock through his jeans.



“Knees, Mother,” he finally ordered, his hands now firmly on my shoulders.



Like a leaf, my legs felt so light they floated to the ground.



“What do you want Mother?” Joey asked, looking down at me.



So many words spun in my head, yet I was speechless as the climactic moment had finally arrived. I wanted to suck his cock, to obey his every word, to get fucked by him, to become his submissive.



His hands still on my shoulders, he repeated the question, “What do you want, Mother?”



“Everything,” I answered, which made perfect sense to me but probably not to him.



Joey chuckled, “That is a pretty broad scope.”



Letting go of the last of my inhibitions, I answered, “I want you to be my Master and I your unconditional slave.”



“But I’m your son,” he said, clearly enjoying this moment he had assumedly fantasized about for years.



“No, you’re the man of the house,” I corrected, unzipping his jeans.



“And your my Mother,” he continued.



“And also your pet, your whore, your sex toy, your slave, your cum bucket, your mommy-slut,” I rattled off getting hornier with each self-degradation. I fished out his cock and like a hungry slut took it into my mouth.

(Thanks to Shawhollow for the edit)



*Loneliness is a disease of the mind and the heart*




*



(Right where we left off)



“Mmmm…bedroom,” I mumble between Marisol’s displays of affection as we roll all over the Man Cave’s carpeted floor.



“Sofa,” she moans because I’ve finally maneuvered off her flimsy shirt and won the war with her bra and its frightening capacity to keep her mammary mammaries contained, allowing a stiff nipple the size of the first digit on my pinky into my mouth. “It folds out.”



“I don’t have condoms on me,” I warn her.



“That’s okay; I want to get pregnant,” she murmurs. In almost any other situation that would flat-line my cock but I swear I could screw this babe naked on a glacier I’m so hot for her.



“Damn,” she moans in sympathy to my urges, “you really are raring to go.”



“Sorry,” I mumble as I work my tongue down her belly and push her tight-ass jeans down. I swear she must paint these things on.



“Not complaining,” she muses happily. “It is wonderful to have a young man wanting me this much. It has been so long.” What; was my brother blind, deaf, numb and dumb? As an afterthought I give the swell of her belly beneath her navel a good lick — she tastes fine too.



She is more than content to let me sniff, lick and touch her body while she gives out passive encouragement. She brings out my aggression and eats it up with sensual sighs and giggles that inspire me further. I smother her right leg with kisses all the way down to the top of her foot and then suck on each toe which brings out murmurs of arousal I have only read about before now.



I expand upon what little ‘game’ I have and remember my brother bragging about some of the babes he’s ‘banged’ over the years to piece together my own burgeoning style. I push Marisol’s right leg up, starting my kisses at the heel and working back down her calf to her knee. I have stumbled upon something that drives her wild. Watching her react is like being front row – center seat at the birth of a hurricane.



I take several tantalizing licks along the back of Marisol’s knee and she rewards me with her back painfully arched, her breasts expanding and jiggling around with a glistening sheen of sweat acting like icing on the cake. I push her leg farther back as I work toward the buttocks. Marisol is proving to be exceptionally flexible yet again; she takes her ankle and pulls it even with her ear while teasing me with heavy-lidded eyes.



“Pound me baby, pound me,” she taunts me as her chest heaves. Primal sexual instincts dispel this ruse, focusing my desire on burning her up with foreplay before finishing her off with penetrations. She’s not Claudia who is constant and continuous reward. Marisol is going to be a struggle to propel her to every orgasm. This would be a daunting task if she didn’t have so many wonderful facets to energize.



“Yeah baby…I’m ready; do it,” she moans louder. I take a bite of her thigh right above the curve of her ass. “Ieee!” she yelps. “That hurts,” Marisol moans again. I spank her for good measure.



“Bad Girl,” I tease her back, “Don’t make Papi angry.” That was a joke but Marisol’s reaction is anything but; she squeals and squirts a small stream of fluid.



I’ve got something here; now if I can only remember what Papi means…Father…the guy who tosses snitches and men who touch his daughters into a crate with snakes. Marisol has a Daddy fetish; apparently in a big way. I want to kiss her right butt cheek then take a clue from the book of Claudia and probe her anus with my tongue.



Right off the bat I can tell a serious difference; Marisol’s region feels oily smooth and tastes a bit soapy and cleansed. I wrack my mind for what this means. While I’m working that through, Marisol hooks up her left leg and places it in symmetry with the right; pinned back with her hands holding her ankles to her ears. A Plus-sized super gymnast; there are so many questions I want to ask but I’m busy right now.



I move my tongue to the base of her cunt and…hmmm…tastes like cane sugar with a hint of coco-butter — very exotic and worth diving straight into. I put a finger to her sphincter and it slips in without much resistance so I pull back and insert a second finger along with the first. That’s a snugger fit and she appreciates my invasion by rotating her ass playfully.



“Ooohhh…play with me Papi,” Marisol moans, “play with La Niña.” Kinky; a bit weird for me, at twenty-two, to be going through with a forty year old woman but I’m thinking taboo fantasy, not incest. I take aim and spank her left buttocks hard enough to cause tremors across her butt and thigh.



“Mala Niña,” I say gruffly with my best Spanish accent. I hope I’m saying ‘bad little girl’ but Spanish was a language requirement, not a vocation. It does the job for Marisol though; she’s wiggling and undulating all over the place while I go back to delving into her cunt and probing two fingers into anus.



“No Papi estará bien,” she pants heavily. She releases her ankles but the legs stay in place which allows her to start squeezing and twisting her engorged nipples. I think she said ‘no daddy’ but I forget what the rest means. Marisol finds the role-play to be erotic and that’s good enough for me. In both ways, Marisol is looser than Claudia — those must be some toys she’s been playing with.



I push a third finger into her butthole (that earns me a squeal) and start off with two fingers into her twat (which elicits a guttural utterance I’ve never heard a human make before). She still isn’t swirling toward a climax so I search for another point of stimulation and it bumps me in the nose; her clitoris. It is somewhat understated within the folds of her labia but once I find it, I make it my bitch, my victim, the source of all my aggression. Bingo!



Marisol sings out in a voluminous litany of Spanish prayers, curses or both. It is beautiful to hear and carries on for some time. Her legs rise to the full vertical but don’t fall down on me as I keep working her over — no; I’m having no mercy on her right now.



“Work it Carlos,” she purrs down at me, “Keep it up Lover. You are — oh — yessss – very attentive.”



“Yum, you are very delicious,” I respond. She giggles then rocks her upper body forward, grabbing her buttocks in each hand and opening them wide.



I take that to be a visual invitation to fuck either hole at this point, bypassing the normal verbal request. I get up on my hands and knees and rush over her until we can kiss and my cock dips down to her welcoming cunt. I lower and spread my legs as my cock parts Marisol’s labia and is propelled into her depths.



Marisol exhales deeply as her vaginal walls are stimulated by the pulsating veins on my shaft as it penetrates deep. I’m no expert but Marisol’s pussy feels like a sexual partner that can go all night long and welcome you back for before, during and after breakfast — smooth, silky and unquenchably wet. Our hands start to play across each other’s bodies once I become comfortable letting Marisol carry my entire weight; she is that strong.



My slow gently gentle strokes aren’t enough for Marisol; she starts biting my shoulders and pulling me in harder and faster with her arms around my hips and her legs pressing down on my ass. Even then there is no thunderous orgasm. I’m not in sucky shape but I’m not a marathon runner either and I’d have to be one to break Marisol’s sexual barriers down.



Thankfully, Marisol is used to this problem. As my torso and face flush red, and my breathing becomes labored and erratic, Marisol flips me over and begins riding me with celerity in a fluid, low-impact style.



“Phenomenal,” I pant.



“What?” she smiles down at me. She is totally feeling superior and pleased with herself.



“I said you are phenomenal and…” I search for something to add, “If you don’t agree to do this with me again I’m chaining you to my bed and keeping you as my sex slave.” And I probably went way too kinky-far with that one.



Marisol blushes furiously, drops her torso down until her nipples are burning tracks of pleasure across my chest.



“I promise we’ll do it again and again until you become bored with me, Señor Verde,” she moans pathetically. “I’ll do whatever, and I mean WHATEVER, you want. Please don’t chain me down and use me over and over again as your sex slave.”



By the time we finish that little interplay Marisol is starting to go off. I snake a hand around to her ass cleft, probe for her bunghole and ram three fingers in with as much force and speed as I can leverage. She screams out to Heaven, all the Saints and more than a few fallen Angels — all in Spanish yet again. Her vagina feels like it is petting my cock in a totally pleasing and unexpected manner.



I begin fountaining my seed, splashing it all over her womb and expanding the crescendo of Marisol’s proclamation of ecstasy by a good thirty seconds. She doesn’t crash boneless onto me; this is not her way. Her climax leaves her at a lower energy level but in full control of her resources. She languidly settles down on my chest.



I have a variety of things to blame for my resurrection and none have to do with my relative youth. Her boobs pancaking out like semi-squashed melons on either side of my chest could be to blame, as could the streaks of sweat on her temples, forehead, and neck that are nectar for the tasting, the sheer intoxicating aroma of her sex, the smell of wine upon her breath which makes me wonder how drunk she was when she came over, that dazzling white smile, or the warmth of the caress my hands feel on her backside.



I grip her scrumptious posterior tightly to my desperately rebounding cock. Three ejaculations in three hours…I couldn’t do that when I was eighteen and right now I can only do it with a resounding amount of pain.



“Not already bored with me?” Marisol pouts/gloats because I know she’s ready to go this very moment.



I release each butt cheek but only to haul off and smack them hard and then grip tighter.



“No way in hell am I bored with you,” I reply through heaving breath, “but I’m asking for a fifteen minute break so that I don’t have a heart attack and die beneath you…happy as I might be.”



“You make me feel so very good Carlos Verde,” Marisol murmurs. “I think…maybe you appreciate me.”



“John didn’t?” I know I must sound confused.



“John was fun but then John was here for John,” Marisol smiles at me. “I come over, we fuck and I go home. He didn’t even drink the damn wine I bought over.”



“We didn’t drink the wine…yet,” I point out.



“Are you going to send me home?” she muses.



“Yes…when does your husband get home?” I inquire.



“Sunday night; he’s on a business trip to Argentina until then,” Marisol arches an eyebrow.



“Yes, I am sending you home Sunday afternoon then,” I wink. It is Tuesday night and I’m being ambitious and burying my grief for my brother at the same time.



“You think you will still be alive by then?” she teases me.



“If not, lock up when you leave,” I grin and she kisses me passionately.



“Can I ask for one more favor?” I whisper. Marisol nods. “Whenever we are together, can I cop a feel as long as I’m discreet? You know; a little ass grab, pat or fondle — rubbing the side of the breast or plucking a nipple — a kiss or three…that kind of stuff.”



“My breasts; aren’t they fat and saggy?” Marisol holds one up and licks the nipple. I shake my head in the negative.



“These lips; shouldn’t I use collagen to make them fresher and plumper?” she smiles. I kiss her in response. “You like my body? My husband hates it when I wear a bikini; he says I look like a ‘salchicha de cerdo regordete’.” ‘Pudgy pork sausage’ is what I think that means — my Spanish is coming back to me. I dramatically wipe the drool from my lips and cheeks.



“Oh the hell he says. You can wear a bikini on my deck, in my pool or Jacuzzi any time you like. I’d offer to take you sailing but I don’t sail, or to a public beach but I don’t think I can act gay enough around you not to cause a stir,” I confess. “But; bikini — yes!” She graces me with a sexy giggle.



“He says my butt is massive, chunky and pitted. He hates my thongs,” she looks terrible hurt and sad. I slip out from under her, keeping Marisol on her stomach. I rub my hands over her bare cheeks even parting her cleft deftly.



“I think I would have to take part of a USGS study on this matter,” I state with mock-seriousness.



“Hey!” she squawks, “Are you saying my ass is as big as a plot of land?”



“Well, it is a government survey and it would take seven to ten years to finish and I would have to do a whole lot of drilling, constantly mapping the slopes and valleys plus tons of hands-on work,” I nod studiously.



“Drilling?” she smirks. “Hands-on work…mapping the slopes and valleys,” she sighs happily. “Seven to ten years…mmm…longer if you consider protests, legal obstructions and any other matters I can think of.” I set myself up on all fours and crawled over Marisol, my knees inside her thighs and my palms resting beyond her shoulders. I let my body float down on top of Marisol’s.



“That will require even more drilling,” I murmur as my cock comes to rest between her buttocks. Marisol presses her ass upwards. I give way and she keeps at it until her breasts, ass and knees form a compressed triangle.



“Drill me,” Marisol moans. Sure my cock hurts but I might die in the next five hundred years and I know I’ll regret passing up this opportunity every day for the rest of my life if I don’t partake of this fantastic posterior the way she is offering it up to me at this moment in time.



“Ooohhh,” she groans as my bulbous head passes her relaxed sphincter and makes steady progress leading my shaft in exploring her rectum. “Ugh, you are very thick,” she exhales.



“Yours is the best ass made by God or Man,” I whisper in her ear, “and I really, really want you to like this — what my cock is doing inside of you right now.”



“Ah – ah, I’ll let you know — ah – if you do — ah – something I — am — ah – unhappy with,” she gasps. Her ass really has some give and cushioning. It is a totally different feel from Claudia; Claudia is steady and consistent while Marisol is different on every stroke, depending on how hard I push and how tight her glutei flex. Both are wonderful but different.



“Fuck — fuck – fuck,” I groan. I want to shoot but my balls aren’t cooperating. If they could talk they would remind me this whole ’4th round’ scheme is not their idea. They’ve done their job for my genetic future. It is not my testes fault their first two efforts went down a throat and into a rectum after all; such body parts are clearly differentiated by touch alone.



“Ay Papi,” Marisol cries out. “Spank me Carlos, spank me!” My rhythm is going so fast and strong by this time I release both hips and start smacking alternating ass cheeks. I have a flashback to one of those old films showing that prick beating the drums while the slaves row their hearts out on the galley. From Marisol’s howls she wants to go to straight to ramming speed (funny how that works).



“¿Qué fue lo que confesar hoy niña?” I say and pray I get it right. I think I’m going on about confession; when she doesn’t laugh at me I think I am close. I switch up with my hands, using my right to grab my shoulder and deepen my anal plunging. Then with my left, I reach out and start spanking her left breast and nipple. We have a winner! Or more likely a winning combination.



Marisol becomes on one-woman chorus of Iberian feminine carnality. I have to wonder if this house is soundproof. On second thought, the cops aren’t beating down the door, so it must be because Marisol is vocal as hell. She also must do palates ten hours a day because I’m about to fall over and she’s perfectly poised for yet another round, her ass wantonly presented for my further plundering.



“Hi,” I rasp hoarsely. “I’m going to die now. It has been a pleasure getting to know you,” then I politely fall over. She appears over me but is anything but mocking; she is blissfully happy.



“Wow,” she breathes softly. “I feel like a million bucks. How do I rate against the other ten women?”



I raise a lone finger; not my middle finger. On second thought, I switch up and giver the ‘fuck you’ finger. She gives me a seductive little eyebrow arches then slowly and deliberately purses her lips and engulfs my finger down to the last knuckle. If this wasn’t one of the sexiest yet simple things I’ve ever seen I’d be crying because my cock really is cramping.



Oh, it really wants to stand tall and proud and my middle finger is lying to my dick, telling that troublesome lump of muscle that a real penis could rise to the occasion one more time.



“Let me get you some wine,” Marisol smiles at me once she’s let my finger go. She’s kind enough to wag her butt in my face as she saunters over on her knees, retrieves the wine bottle, glasses and that thing you open wine with…it has the word ‘screw’ in it and I’m avoiding anything associated with screwing like the plague at the moment.



Marisol is kind and nurturing with me, helping me to sit up and serving me a little bit of wine. She even waits for my ‘approval’ of the wine before filling my glass then hers. We sit there, on the floor and backs to the sofa; she nestles up against me, perfectly content and comfortable.



“Okay…what’s wrong with you?” I request to know. “Everything about you is perfect, so am I missing something or have I died and gone to heaven?”



“You are a bit sappy but also very romantic,” Marisol sighs. She kisses my neck then jawline. A cool glass of wine to my nipple informs me she wants my attention. I look her way and everything indicates she’s waiting for a kiss, which I deliver with passion.



“I’ve occasionally been called temperamental,” she concedes.



“Is there any truth to that rumor?” I inquire between deep, rich kisses.



“Well,” Marisol demurs, “I once put a sister-in-law through a plate glass window in church. Does that count?”



“Did she have it coming and was it worth it?” seems the natural thing to ask. Marisol blinks, lets her smirk grow into a laugh before she hugs and kisses me.



“You are the first person to ever ask me that,” she beams happily. “Yes and yes. The Whore was being all touchy-feely with her ‘cousin’ in the vestment chamber so I grabbed the bitch by the hair, dragged her down the hall and tossed her into the garden – through the window – the one with the plate glass St. Martin in it.”



“Martin – which one is he?” I wonder.



“Martin de Tours; among other things, he’s the patron saint of soldiers,” she giggles. “As for ‘was it worth it’; yes because while he turned out to really be her cousin, they ran off together two years later.”



“My second brother, Hernando, is still keeping an eye out for them in case they come back to town. He has a girlfriend now and a one year old son so I don’t think he’s getting a divorce and I don’t think he’s going to let her turn his infant son or the boy’s mother out in the street…” Marisol explains.



“Why doesn’t he simply adopt his son?” I question after a minute of drinking wine and basking in her company.



“Such things are not done,” Marisol mopes. “He is a man whose wife ran away — adoption is not an option.”



“Why don’t you adopt his son?” I suggest next. “That way he would legally be part of the family.” She doesn’t get upset or excited but appears more in thought.



“How would that work? I’m not sure my husband would go for it and right now mother and son live with my brother. I’m not sure he would want them out here in the suburbs with me,” she points out.



“What if I gave you money – say you were in John’s will – and you do the adoption and buy them a house close to your brother,” I postulate.



“He maintains his old home but ‘watches over’ ‘your’ house with his girlfriend and son. I think legally he can take your maiden name so he gets his father’s last name as well,” I add.

Marisol doesn’t get all bubbly; that isn’t her style either; she really is a Mafia Don’s daughter. No, she flows into my lap, straddling me, her warm wet cunt trapping my cock against my stomach. One hand holds her wine while the other grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a lip-lock that goes on forever.



“I miss John, I really do,” she informs me, “but not nearly as much as I should and with nothing close to the passion I now embrace you with, Carlos Verde. I am going to make love to you for a long, long time…I think seven to ten years was mentioned with the option to extend indefinitely.”



“Have I helped you out?” I am somewhat shocked.



“John and I exchanged words but we never talked,” Marisol imparts to me. “If you do this thing – or, should I say ‘help me do this thing’ my family will be very grateful. I’m stunned we didn’t think of it ourselves.”



“Perhaps your family is a teensy bit too much revenge oriented?” I timidly offer.



“Very possibly,” Marisol shrugs. “For right now, I’m going to get dressed,” which I respond with a deep longing for her, “go home and get some things but I’ll be right back and we can work things out all night long.” By the way she says ‘work things out’ I know she means sex, which would delay me dealing with my brother’s death but John’s life is turning out to be one big mess and I need time to figure out what to do.



“What would you do if I locked the door?” I tease her before she can start dressing. She thinks it over for a few seconds.



“I have a shotgun and automatic pistol for home defense Carlos,” she smirks. “In my family’s experience shotguns trump most locks.”



“The door will be unlocked, I promise,” I laugh.



“You light up the Jacuzzi, get something ready for dinner and take one of your brother’s Viagra,” Marisol gives me quick instructions and a quicker kiss. “Put on a robe and nothing else; I’ll be back very soon.”



As Marisol starts to wiggle into her jeans, I catch her off-guard and tip her on her side. She gives an annoyed huff which turns into a happy gasp when I put a thumb into her ass and two fingers into her pussy. Smooth as silk…



“Marisol, why is your…back passage so…smooth?” I cautiously question.



“I had an enema before coming over,” she laughs. “That is the best way to have anal sex.”



“How did you know we would have anal sex?” I wonder. She laughs again.



“With a butt like mine; if you happened to be gay you would still fuck my ass, even if you had to close your eyes and think of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert while you did it,” she answers smugly.



Seeing Marisol out isn’t exactly easy and I definitely get the impression she loves me chasing her around the Man Cave as she tries to get dressed and put her shoes on. I’d be a total liar if claimed I hate bending her over the recliner, or the sofa, or the sofa in the living room, or spreading her open on the love seat and pressing her – hands trapped over her head – against five different sections of wall, or that one last make-out session at the door.



Five seconds after I get her out of the house I am still catching my breath with my back to the door when the doorbell rings. Could it be a husband with a gun already? I peek through the spyhole and swing the door open. Marisol jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my upper thighs while kissing me all over the face.



“I’m naked,” kiss, kiss, kiss, “in my doorway,” I get out.



“Okay, okay,” she sounds so miserable. She gives me one more gentle kiss then dismounts and tries to not look too harried as she heads back to her house. I shut the door, scurry to the Jacuzzi naked and then race for the shower. I get half way there before doubling back to unlock the door. I race through my shower and snatch one of John’s robes; it is a bit big on me but in my rush down from Pennsylvania I only brought my lone winter robe which is both ratty as hell and very warm.



It takes me a minute of looking at my brother’s medicine cabinet to realize that he didn’t suffer hair loss and certainly not to a degree he needed a 100 tablet bottle. I’m not sure how anyone gets a prescription for that many little blue pills – or why they – oh; the black market, duh. I pop only one pill because at the last minute taking two seems unwise.



The lesson is that you take Viagra a half-pill at a time. I’m about to have a boner that lasts nine agonizing hours. All I can claim is that it is a lesson I won’t soon forget…and I’m about to make Marisol very happy, sorta. See, there is a knock at the door. I beat feet there and swing it wide open; I’m very happy I have a robe on because I’m looking at the two homicide detectives handling my brother’s case.



I’m hoisted on my brother’s petard, or on his un-luck, depending on your point of view.



“Detectives Stevens and Felipe; please come in,” I wave two of Miami/Dade’s finest inside. Amanda Stevens is a woman my brother would have loved — long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a firm, tall and well-sculpted physique. Even with her low heels she’s eye-level with my five-foot eleven form. I starting to suspect he would have appreciated her familiarity with handcuffs as well. I’m also starting to think I hardly knew the guy.



George Felipe looks to be your classic go-getter, slightly shorter than me, with a military hairstyle and light brown complexion. He is slender and possesses a nervous energy which carries through into his conversations.



“Expecting someone?” Det. Stevens looks at me while Det. Felipe strategically looks around farther in the house.



“Yes,” I nod. “I met some neighbors when I showed up today and one of them is coming back over in a few minutes.”



“That was very nice of them,” she eyes me both sexually and quizzically.



“Not too much; they were two women my brother was blackmailing for sex and I’m still trying to figure out if either of them had a hand in my brother’s death.”



That brings both detectives up short.



“What?” Det. Felipe snaps. “Why didn’t you inform the department the moment you found out about this?”



“You weren’t planning to take up where your brother left off, so what’s your intention?” Stevens asks. Since I don’t appear high, or a totally idiot, the good assumption is on my not continuing the blackmail; it’s true.



“I want to -” I’m saying as Marisol comes through the door with two bottles of wine. Maybe my brother died of liver failure.



“Hello,” she greets everyone cheerfully. “I’ll let the wine chill.” It takes me a second to adjust; she saw the drab sedan with the county government tags, probably the non-flashing lights on the dashboard and she already knew my brother died suspiciously…still, she came in.



“Marisol, this is Det. Stevens and Det. Felipe,” I make introductions. “They’re investigating my brother’s death.” Ping! “Also, the lasagna is done. Does anyone care to join me?”



“We are on duty,” Det. Felipe informs me firmly, but he’s not being a dick about it.



“How about I let you go over my brother’s records, if you take a seat at the dining table? You are Night Shift Homicide detectives, so where else are you going to eat?” I add.



“What could we look at?” Stevens inquires. Felipe doesn’t seem pleased with this turn of events.



“I’ve synched his home system with my laptop so you both can go through it while you eat,” I say. “I’ll go back to the bedroom and crack his safe — that shouldn’t take five minutes, and I should be able to give you most of that too.”



“This lasagna could hardly be considered a bribe,” Marisol comments as she comes from the kitchen. Apparently John’s taste in microwave food doesn’t rise to her standards – then I realize she’s in a bikini top, not a bra, which has been made easier to detect by the simple expedient of her removing her shirt.



It is safe to say that if Bigfoot jumped through the window right now, we would all blithely buy his Girl Scout cookies and send him on his way; Marisol is eating up the attention.



“You um – you um – you ah crack safes?” Felipe mumbles to me.



“My brother wasn’t a complicated guy,” I slobber. I shake my head and display the ‘background babe’ on John’s computer. “Who is this girl?”



The group scans it.



“Katherine Heigl,” Marisol identifies her.



“What are her measurements?” I ask.



“34D-25-34,” Felipe blurts out. Both women look his way; Stevens smirks while he’s embarrassed.



“I’ll be right back,” I hail as I race to the bedroom. My brother is pretty constant about both his capacity to recall a woman’s measurements and his lust for the hottest chick in the room. I find all kinds of crap so I have to be careful. “Gun,” I call out and “weed”. I bare the two items back to the dining room, held in handkerchiefs. The two cops are standing ‘cautiously’.



“The bag of marijuana isn’t mine, nor is the gun but I think I saw a few permits in there,” I tell them. “I’ll be right back.”



“I’ll go with you,” Stevens announces.



“So will I,” Marisol volunteers suspiciously.



In the safe in my brother’s bedroom we find all kinds of other documents. I’m pulling them out and showing them to Stevens while Marisol hovers around.



“Let’s go back to Detective Felipe,” I suggest.



“Carlos, you and I could stay and make the bed?” Marisol offers.



“Marisol, that lasagna is probably dreadful, but I think that it only gets worse when you are eating it cold,” I point out.



“We could order take-out instead,” she smiles.



“I’ve been here three hours,” I moan. “Before that I was packing, flying down here, or dealing with the police. I haven’t slept well in forty-eight hours so I just want to eat and go to bed.”



As I round the hall into the dining room; “But I took that Viagra so I don’t think sleep is possible.”



“You took ‘A’ Viagra?” Stevens queries.



“Mr. Green,” Felipe sighs warning me of dreadful news to come, “you take Viagra in half-pill doses. If you take a whole pill you get a painful erection that lasts 6 to 10 hours. Didn’t you read the instructions?”



“A whole pill,” Marisol purrs, “6 to 10 hours,” she starts salivating then she shimmies out of her pants to reveal her bikini thong bottoms. Felipe is trying terribly hard not to stare, but he’s clearly uncomfortable.



“So Marisol, what does your husband do?” Stevens gets all police-lady like.



“It is Marisol Rivera, Detective Stevens, and he puts people in crates filled with snakes — no wait, that’s my Father and Brothers; my Husband is partners in the largest alcohol distributorships in Southern Florida,” Marisol challenges Stevens. “So could one of them have killed John Green; my answer is ‘yes’ but I knew of no such plot. Besides, my husband has been in Argentina for over a week and won’t be back until Sunday night.”



“What is your husband’s reaction going to be when he finds out you are here tonight…wearing that?” Stevens persists.



“By Sunday Night it won’t matter what he thinks,” Marisol grins vindictively.



“What does that mean?” Stevens counters.



“It means I’m not going to tell you,” Marisol snips.



“Are you really associated with the Coronado crime family?” Felipe interjects.



“No…I mean my Father is Estefan Coronado, but I have never been a ‘member’ of the family,” she instructs him.



“Lady, what do you think your Father would have done when he found out you were sleeping with John Greene?” Felipe stood. “And why in the hell are you sticking it to his brother?”



“No,” I jump up too, “I’m sticking it to her but only after I let her know that John was dead and the blackmail scheme was over — end of story.” Everyone looks at me. “Listen, in the past three hours all I’ve learned is that my brother may very well have been overcome with sexual exhaustion, lost control of his car while fleeing Miami and welcomed Death as a release.”



“I’ve had more sex since I walked into this house than I’ve had in a year,” I confess. “Seriously, I get jumped answering the door and then it is seven orgasm to my two before I catch a break — and no, I don’t think she or her husband have the stones or the knowledge to mess with John’s car plus they don’t seem to know where the blackmail material is hidden.”



“Marisol here was kind enough to talk to me at least before the sex started,” I continue rambling, “but with her, sex was even better and I didn’t think that was possible.”



“That story is not remotely believable,” Felipe glares at me.



“If you think I’m lying, take me to a hospital and sedate me,” I tell him, “because part of me agrees with you — I’ve lost my mind and I’m really huddled in a corner making incoherent mutterings.”



“That’s okay Carlos,” Marisol pouts, “I’ll help you.” She comes over, yanks my chair half way around and then straddles my lap. As her legs lower her torso down slowly, she pulls her bikini thong aside with one hand while opening my robe with the other. Flawlessly, she slides my pole into her warm, moist folds and rides me all the way down before kissing me so forcefully that my head nearly rolls over my back.



She wiggles her pussy around my cock.



“How does that feel?” she showers me with compassion.



“Are we,” and by that I believe Det. Stevens means her and Det. Felipe, “keeping you from something important?”



“Erotically charged but dampened by a muscle cramp,” I put words to my confusing sensations. “No, Det. Stevens, this is not what I intended when I invited you two in.”



“No, you are good,” Marisol abruptly hops up and fixes her thong. “You are not crazy.”



“George, eyes on target,” cautions his partner. “You are married with children.”



“Do you have a husband and children, Det. Stevens?” Marisol asks.



“No and no,” Stevens sounds annoyed.



“Do you want children?” Marisol persists.



“Not that this is any of your business but ‘no’; I don’t have a man and I don’t want any kids,” Stevens growls.



“Well, I want children and if the two of you would bolt, maybe I’ll get my wish,” Marisol curls her lips viciously as she tries to stare down Stevens.



“You are not bi-sexual are you Det. Stevens?” sort of blasts through my consciousness and slips out my mouth in a totally unfounded and inappropriate utterance.



“Listen you!” Felipe shoots up and snaps at me. This is his partner after all.



“Did I actually say that…?” I groan. “Hell, did even think that? What is wrong with me?” I put my elbows on the table and my head in my hands.



“Cool down George,” Stevens advises her partner. “He’s been through a lot and he’s been ruled out as a suspect. He is cooperating — somewhat.”



“How did Carlos get ruled out so quickly?” Marisol is intrigued. Stevens is clearly uncertain about how much to reveal.



“You are sure he was murdered?” I mutter. News about my brother is kick-starting my brain.



“Yes,” Stevens avoids Marisol by answering me. “Your brother was poisoned.”



“Twice,” Felipe adds. “Low doses of Arsenic indicate a long term — maybe six month dosing soon to be fatal; plus a fluoride-based synthetic that was in lethal quantities. It would have killed him in a few hours — had he lived long enough.”



“Then he was stabbed, got in his car and fled the scene of his attack, but then he was shot in the car, most likely while he was driving, though that wasn’t what actually killed him,” Stevens notes. “He would have bled to death without hospitalization from either wound.”



“So he was poisoned — twice, stabbed, shot then passed out and crashed?” I shake away my cobwebs.



“He didn’t crash; his car was sabotaged,” Felipe informs me. “His brakes had a mechanical failure and if he hadn’t been run off the road, he would have eventually crashed. As it was, the pursuing car pushed him off the highway. Your brother tried to swim away under water — we discovered multiple 9mm and .45 casings at the bridge, so we assume he was being shot at by multiple parties. Technically, your brother got caught up in some submerged branches and drowned in the canal.”



I cannot imagine what my expression looks like because I’ve never had people look at me with such levels of concern and nervous caution before.



“For the love of God,” I shudder. “What the hell did he do? Who did he piss off? Why are you telling me this…isn’t this classified or something?”



“Our working theory that brought us to your door was that your brother was a covert importer for one drug gang, who were fighting another, and he betrayed one or both parties,” George says.



“Thanks to your efforts Charles, we now are working with a whole new theory that he was a serial blackmailer. We need to develop a list of possible suspects,” Stevens continues.



All that hate and John was killed by Mother Nature…what a bitch,” I shudder.



“Wait…is Carlos in danger?” Marisol seems suspicious. “That’s why you two are really here, isn’t it? You want to see who comes by to kill my Carlos.”



Wait…I am owned by somebody? I’ve never even put a ring on a girl’s finger. I tried once and she responded by saying ‘we should see other people’. I have to do something.



“Marisol, you need to get dressed and go home,” I stand. “If it isn’t safe here, I can’t have you putting your life in danger.”



“Oh,” she muses, “you are right.” That was surprisingly easy. “I need to go and get my guns; I’ll be right back.” Maybe not so easy; I open my mouth to say something and she stabs a lone finger my way. I try to say something again and the finger jabs menacingly.



No one speaks until she dresses and heads for the door.



“That must have been some sex,” Stevens whispers.



“We can’t let her brings gun over here,” George warns Stevens. I really need to get my head on straight.



“Hold on…I need both of yours assessment on the likelihood that Marisol or any of her relations were involved,” I grind out. They look at each other.



“Don’t lie to us,” Felipe shakes me lightly; “do you have any idea where the blackmail material is?” I am thinking over every tidbit of advice John gave me.



“It wouldn’t be in his home, or in a bank,” I piece together. “Dad advised us to never put all our eggs in one basket — more to the point, never put all our resources in one bank. John was also a strong believer of never leaving evidence of a crime lying around — never shoplift and flaunt what you stole,” I clarify.



“What does that mean?” Stevens quizzes me.



“I’m not sure but if the key to this is monetary, he would keep it at, or close to, something he felt represents an economic success,” I work out; “something to do with work.”



“What do you know about your brother’s business?” Stevens asks. “I’ve been down this round two dozen times already. Now it is two-dozen and one.”



“Nothing really; he sent me some pics of three golf courses he’d been a financial partner in, the Platinum Yacht Club project and about half a dozen planned communities and — um – eight or nine houses in Miami proper and South Beach,” I recite yet again.



“Were you aware that your brother mortgaged your house in Pennsylvania?” Felipe prods me.



“No way!” I deny it. “He would have told me.” I think clearly for a second, not as a baby brother but as a financial guy. We shared it and, while I’d never signed anything, he could have signed…I graduated from college…I signed some stuff…fuck. When did this happen?”



“Nineteen months ago,” George tells me.



“We closed out some of my college accounts,” I inform them, “and settled some of the old property — John said it was stuff from Dad’s Will that had come our way after the trouble we had with his old company; Green Financial.”



Marisol, a monster handbag over her shoulder and a hunting rifle sleeve over her other shoulder, quickly re-enters my place. My heart and head tumble into conflict once more. Am I the luckiest guy alive, or has Marisol had a hand in murdering my brother and is she getting ready to remove me as a lose end.



“Hey Beautiful,” I greet her. She strides up to me and I can tell that Stevens is fighting a terrible mental battle to restrain herself from tackling Marisol and pinning the sultry Cuban to the ground. My dick hurts — a lot — as my mind takes in a female fight scenario born from the legacy of Quentin Tarantino and every other catfight with guns scene ever put on the silver screen — except Marisol’s boob’s must bounce in 3D…

Last summer, I was on a vacation with my girlfriend, Olivia, and her parents, Grace and Steve. It was morning and Olivia was out fishing with her dad as I lay in bed watching the cable news and having a bit of a playtime with my hand inside my boxers, when Olivia’s mom walked in, wrapped in a large towel from her shower, looked at me, laughed and asked, “Taking inventory, are we?”



Well, my hand was already there, she had already seen it inside my shorts, so I just left it there. She lay down next to me, rather close, actually, as my heart rate began to increase substantially.



She was laying next to my free hand and she moved her leg sideways and nudged my leg. Sensing some sexual vibes and being horny anyway, I figured what the heck and put my hand on her thigh and rubbed a bit, even advancing it up under the towel as I went.



Well, she sure didn’t stop me and after about five minutes or so, she whispered, “This is nice, Andy, very nice, being with you like this.”



So, with my erection even larger, I just decided to entertain it a bit while we watched the news.



“You’re not being fair to me, Andy.”



“Fair, what do you mean?”



“Well, I love to watch a man pleasure himself and you’re not letting me see.”



“So, you really want to see?”



“I’d just love to watch you, especially the finish, when you cum. Men are so dramatic.”



Well, well. So, I went ahead and pulled my cock out and began in earnest.



“Mmm, Olivia’s a lucky girl. You have a very nice cock, Andrew, very nice.”



“Well, thank you, Grace, it’s a complement I hadn’t expected today, but I do appreciate it,” I said with a smile.



“Unexpected pleasures are often the best, they say. Might I help you with that? I also enjoy doing a man myself.”



I took my hand away and it was replaced by hers. And as she went up and down, she leaned over to take the tip into her mouth.



“Mmm, Grace, that’s so nice. You surprise me, you’re really a hot woman.”



She was now basically out of her towel as her breasts were rubbing across my chest as she sucked me. Then she moved up on her knees as I ran my hand up under her and wiped my fingers across her wet pussy lips.



She moved her hips around and I slid two fingers up into her and began finger-fucking her as she blew me.



“Mmm,” she moaned, then lifted up off my cock and raised up over me.



She was really a beautiful woman, right about forty, forty-one, to be exact, and her breasts were lovely. Larger than Olivia’s with larger nipples but rounder, softer, heavier but not really drooping. They were really nice. I reached for them as she moved to bring them nearer. I lifted my head to suck one and she led her nipple to my lips with a smile on her face.



“Will you fuck me, Andy? I really want you to fuck me, I want you inside me, I want your cum in me.”



I knew there had to be some possibility, even remote, that we might get caught but I pulled off my boxers and got up on my knees as she lay down and spread her lovely, tanned, slim legs wide open. She had a trimmed bush, nice and neat, not shaved like her daughter, but I was curious if she tasted like her daughter so I got down and began wiping my tongue, lapping up and down her wet slit which she opened with her fingers.



“Mmm, oh, yes, that’s good, really good, Andy. I don’t get this much any more. You’re making me very hot and happy.”



Well, this was making me hard and horny, that was for sure.



“Oh, I love what you’re doing, I really do but right now I want that lovely hard cock of yours inside me,” and she pulled me up over her and spread out under me and gripped my cock and led it right where I wanted it to go in. I shoved forward and she almost sucked me up inside her.



“Mmmm, that’s wonderful, you’re so hard, oh, so hard. Oooh, my daughter’s a lucky girl. But right now, I’m enjoying you so much. And she won’t miss a bit of that good hard cock I’ve got inside me. Oh, fuck me, Andy, make me happy.”



I started moving slowly, just taking things easily and she sighed, then moaned a bit.



“Mmm, I love how hard you are, just go slow, I want to enjoy this as much as I can, it’s just delicious.”



I was surprised at how tight she was, if I closed my eyes, it could be her daughter I was fucking. I had always heard that women’s pussies stretch or something, it’s never exactly been clear but I’ve heard it more than once.



But my experience, right then, in bed with my girlfriend’s mother, she had as tight a pussy as I’ve ever fucked.



“Push deep, Andy, as hard as you can, mmm, yes, mmm,” and she did some wiggling and squirming as I pushed hard down into her feeling something deep inside pressing, rubbing on the end of my cock. Oh, it really felt good.



“Mmm, I’ve never felt that before, how I can feel rubbing deep inside on the head of my cock.”



“Oh, it feels good to me, too, Andy, just keep pushing, mmm, yes, oh, oh, OH, OOH, oh, oh, mmm, oh, so good, yes, oh, give me your cum, I want it deep in me, in my pussy for the rest of the day. I’ll keep it inside, just our little secret.”



It was all I could take and I tensed and my cum began spurting deep into her as she hugged me to her and pulled me tight into her, wrapping her legs up around my back and holding me in.



“Mmm, that’s what I want, Andy, mmm, yes. Oh, my, that was rather unexpected on my part. I’ve never done such a thing before but, laying here with you, and that nice, large cock of yours that you were enjoying, well, I just wanted to enjoy it, too. And have I ever. That was wonderful.”



“It was wonderful, I enjoyed it certainly as much as you, Grace. You’re a very sexy and desirable woman.”



“Thank you, Andy, I certainly feel young and sexy right now, it’s the best sex I’ve had in many, well, many years. I know we mustn’t do it again but I’m glad we did this time. It has truly made me very happy,” and she kissed me quite passionately, tongue and all.



“And, it’s especially nice to have some of you inside me in a special place. Thank you,” and I got another kiss.



“I’m pretty hard still if you want to do it again?” I posed figuring there was nothing to lose and another fuck to be gained.



She bent over and sucked me for a few seconds, then said, “I want on top this time. You can see what Olivia’s mom has to offer,” and she swung up over me, reaching under and slid down over me, running me up into her warm, juicy insides.



“Mmm, yes, this is naughty but it does feel wonderful.”



Yes, it did, she rocked back and forth, my cock almost falling out of her but then she pushed me back inside and wiggled back and forth on my cock which felt so good.



“Have you ever been with an older woman, Andy? One my age?”



“Not really, but you are remarkably sexy. And you’re fucking me right up to heaven.”



She bent down and kissed me, her nipples grazing my chest. She raised back up and I resumed massaging them, rubbing her nipples between my fingers.



“I just can’t believe I’m doing this. I have never, ever done anything like this ever before. But, I just don’t want to stop. You mustn’t ever tell Olivia about this.”



“Oh, don’t ever worry. I mean, after all, I’m cheating on her if you want to look at it that way. But we’re sure not cheating each other, this is wonderful.”



“I like your way of looking at it, Andy, yes, I like that. Mmm, and I certainly like this,” she said as she moved back and forth, her pussy tightening on me every time she rose.



“You feel so good, mmm, this is so nice, I just never expected anything like this. Maybe we can do this again.”



“I just don’t think I could do this again, Andy. I mean, I still can’t believe I’m doing this. God, I feel such a slut. Fucking my daughter’s boyfriend. And loving it. Oh, yes, loving it a lot.”



“If you love it, why shouldn’t we do it again sometime? I love it, too, you are an incredibly sexy woman. You just keep me hard.”



“Oh, I can feel it, well, I haven’t felt this young and sexy and turned-on in years.”



She pushed down on me and ground her hips back and forth on me, it was all it took. I began spurting her full of my cum.



“Uhn, uhn, uh, uh, mmm, oh, that’s so good, you are so good,” I groaned and right then, I felt her tighten around my cock as she began jumping up and down, just an inch or so, very short strokes but really fast as she was taken by a huge orgasm, the strongest one I’ve ever seen.



“Ayye, AYYE, AHH, ah, uh, mm, oh,” and just on and on, not slowing down at all, just bouncing on my cock until she just collapsed on top of me, but she never stopped moving.



“Mmm, that was lovely, Andy, just the best fuck I’ve had in a long, long time. It’s nice to have some cum in my pussy. Thank you.”



We lay there, my cock in her, still moving her hips as she whispered, “Well, we had better get ourselves dressed. I’ll enjoy thinking about our secret today.”



And, that was basically it. Sex, well, not with my mother-in-law, but with my girlfriend’s mother, who, as it turned out, was to become my Mother-in-Law. She was just an older version of my girlfriend, all the right parts, slender legs, sexy hips, nice breasts, and she knew it, too. It was a great fuck and I had figured it was our last.



Well, she surprised me right before our wedding when, just a few days before, Olivia was out with her bridesmaids and her father was at work, her Mom came into the den where I was reading and took me by the hand to her bedroom and we were out of our clothes in seconds and I was up behind her doing her doggie-style, both enjoying ourselves immensely.



She told me that, if I was willing, that she had changed her mind and would offer me her body any time I wanted it. It turns out that I’ve want it quite a lot ever since. Wouldn’t you?

Mark woke early, struggling for a few moments to register where he was. The clock said 5.45 and the room was dark, except for the pale green light as the clock face glowed. He took a few moments to let his eyes get used to the dark and smiled as the shape that lay next to him came into focus.



It had taken a long journey to get to this point – months of conversations, online at first, then e-mail after e-mail and eventually the phone calls. The time zone difference had been a killer, one never being in the same place and time as the other, snatching conversations whilst one or other was at work or in the rare moments when they’d both been home at the same time. Despite the difficulties, the connection had been obvious from day one, the spark between them intense, the discussions moving quickly on to likes and dislikes, to sexual preferences, to the fantasies that they shared. They knew that the ocean between them, the age difference and a myriad other things made anything permanent unlikely, but the passion and desire between them was beyond strong, leading to many masturbation fuelled fantasies of the other.



It hadn’t taken Mark long to realise that he had to meet this woman, touch her, kiss her. He knew that they deserved the pleasure they both desperately wanted to give to the other, even if it was just once. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about her till he’d put a touch, a taste, a smell to the words and images they’d exchanged. It took courage to book the flight – after all, there’s a safety behind a computer screen or a telephone. The distance limits the hurt that rejection or, worse, stronger feelings can cause. He did it though – found the flights, booked a hotel and invited her to meet him for dinner.



He smiled as he remembered that dinner, just last night. The plane had landed just a few short hours previously, but neither of them could wait any longer, regardless of the effects the jet lag would have. It couldn’t have gone any better, from the smile on her face as she walked into the hotel bar and saw him at the bar, to the electric charge between them as they hugged slightly nervously. She had looked amazing in her black cocktail dress and heels, hugging her gorgeous curves. Mark couldn’t take his eyes off her as they sat at the bar, nor as they ate dinner in a secluded corner, laughing, gently teasing each other with flirtatious comments, hands touching increasingly often as the level in the wine bottle slowly went lower and lower. The Shiraz they drank relaxed them both, taking the conversation from nervous and ever so slightly stilted to their standard relaxed banter, fuelled by desire for each other.



Once the pair had eaten, there was nothing more natural than to walk hand in hand to the lift lobby, going upstairs to his hotel room, to finally get to turn all of their words into actions, exploring each other, connecting in the most intimate and carnal way possible.



Now, the morning after, Mark smiled as he looked at Linda’s sleeping form, remembering the sensations of the previous evening. He’d known she was beautiful from the photos they’d shared, but nothing had prepared him for the beauty he saw as they undressed each other. The way she carried herself, the desire that was obviously inside her made her the sexiest woman he could remember. The sex had been intense, driven by passion and a fulfilment of several months’ worth of teasing and imagining. They’d both orgasmed quickly, exploding with pleasure whilst joined together. Much as they would both have liked to carry on, the strains of the nerves that both had felt all day, plus the jetlag from his flight meant that they quickly fell asleep, curled up together.



It was that jetlag that had woken Mark so early and he lay there gazing at the sleeping woman beside him, smiling. He didn’t feel awkward about the night before – just certain that coming to see her had been the right thing to do. She was laying face down, her gorgeous blonde hair splayed across the pillow and down to her shoulders, poking out from the sheets. He knew that she never normally slept naked, but there had been no incentive to leave the embrace they shared last night to find clothes, so he knew that her beautiful body was completely bare under the covers.



As he watched her sleep, a thought crossed his mind, making the smile broaden. They’d spoken many times about how they both preferred morning sex and he decided that he should show her just how he thought a woman should be woken.



Mark lifted himself to his knees, taking care to move slowly so as not to disturb her, not yet anyway. He bent over and kissed her head gently and then moved the covers slowly down, uncovering her back. He started to gently run his hands over her skin, not massaging as such, just touching, rubbing gently, up and down, covering every inch of her back, sliding his hands down her sides as well. He could feel her start to stir as he caressed her, enjoying the feel of her silky soft skin under his palms. He leaned over again, gently brushing her hair from her neck, kissing that sweet spot at the nape, before resuming the caress. Her breathing changed as he moved, suggesting that she might have woken.



“Good morning beautiful”



She murmured a response, not really words, just that post-sleep, not quite awake moment when feelings are expressed with noises.



“Don’t move darling”, he said, “just lay there and enjoy…”



He felt her body react under his hands as he continued to run them across her back, gradually going lower, pushing the covers further down so that he could see and stroke her butt, the part of her body she considered her best feature. Mark wasn’t about to argue about that as he ran his hands over the gorgeous curves, before continuing down to caress each of her long legs. As he moved up and down her body, he heard her murmur again, this time almost a whimper of a noise, heading in the general direction of a moan. He felt her legs part ever so slightly as he ran his hands over the upper part of her legs, but he ignored it, moving his hands upwards again, over her back, rubbing her shoulders before kissing the nape of her neck. Linda’s eyes were open now, and she smiled he came into her eye line.



He moved his body so he was laying beside her again, brushing her hair away from her face with a finger, before leaning in to kiss her gently. She responded in kind, melting into the touch of his soft lips, feeling a warmth pass through her body. He slid his arms round her and gently turned her so that she lay on her back, kissing her all the while. The kisses were soft, gently exploring each other’s mouth, both of them now fully awake and full of desire for the other.



Mark pulled away, smiled and resumed his caress of her body, now running his hands over the front. She made as if to speak, but he put a finger on her lips and smiled. She returned his smile, and lay back, awaiting his touch. He took his time, caressing her all over, mostly with the palm of his hand, but occasionally using his index finger to circle her nipples, nipples that were now hard with excitement. He ran his hands over her stomach, her hips, calves, feet, always gently, feeling her muscles contract and relax in anticipation. He took care to avoid the area between her legs, running his hands up the inside of her thighs, but stopping short of the ultimate prize. Each time he stopped, or diverted his touch, Linda whimpered, ready to beg for his fingers to find her clit. Her hips started to thrust, trying to find his hands, but he continued to move around the rest of her body.



“Please…..”, she sighed. “Please touch me.”



He smiled; those were the words he’d been waiting to hear. He slid his hand down from her stomach to between her legs. He kept his fingers straight and clamped together, running the entire of his hand up and down her moist lips. She sighed and wiggled, to try and maintain the contact. He leaned over, keeping his hand stationary between her legs, and kissed her, harder than at any other time that morning, enjoying the response from her body and her lips. Their kiss continued for some time, with duelling tongues and gently but insistent nibbles on lips, but his hand didn’t move, despite her bodily protestations and obvious desire for more.



He broke the kiss and started to slide down the bed, kissing her body as he went, flicking a tongue over each nipple, kissing her stomach, her thighs, her knees, her feet, before positioning himself between her legs, tongue drawing circles on her inner thigh. He took a long lingering look at her shaved pussy before, with a wicked smile, blowing gently and repeatedly onto her hardened clit. The pleasure she felt as the cold air flowed over her most sensitive spot was both exquisite but also tortuous – she needed more, and needed it quickly.



“Suck it, suck my clit for me baby.”



Again, he didn’t need asking for a second time and moved his lips forward to circle that hard bud of flesh, running his tongue around it. She bucked immediately, the sensation being almost too much, but he refused to let go, caressing her clit with his lips and tongue. Her moans were getting louder as he teased, looking for the spot or the motion that would send her to ecstasy. He moved away for a moment, caught his breath and then ran his tongue up and down her slit, tasting all her juices, before returning to her clit. Her hands were on his head, running over the short hair, trying to hold him in the perfect spot.



He could feel that she was getting close, but wanted to me certain that he made this a memorable orgasm. His hands slipped from her thighs underneath her, caressing her cheeks as he lifted her pelvis towards his mouth. His tongue was working faster and her breath getting shorter and quicker, a sure sign she was approaching the point of no return. He stretched a finger and rubbed up against her asshole, gently teasing. Her legs wrapped round his torso, pulling him into her and opening her butt to his touch, enabling him to slide his finger inside her. As he did so, he redoubled his attention on her clit, drawing figures of eight with his tongue.



The twin sensations pushed her over the edge and her orgasm blew through her like a whirlwind, moaning his name as the pleasure took over, her heart racing at a speed far higher than exercise had taken her for a long time. He felt her body relax, her legs fall from around him, her hands reaching for him.



Reluctantly, he began to move, running his tongue over her lips one last time to taste her sweetness, before moving up her body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. He lay beside her, opening his arms for her to slide into, brushing her hair as she gradually regained composure.



“So,” he said, “can this be a morning plan for the next few days?”



She smiled, pulled him close and drifted towards sleep, contemplating what she could do to pay him back for the best wakeup call she’d ever experienced.

Chapter 1



Since I had sex for the first time, well, I’m not one to keep count but it’s lots. No, not everybody who comes along, I do have some standards, it’s just that I love sex.



I am married, my husband, Bob, was the first man I knew who could almost keep up with my own sexual hunger, almost. He, better than anyone, knows I am insatiable as far as sex goes. Well, at least I’ve never had enough where I was ready to stop.



I’m now forty-two, still looking pretty good and my sex drive has shifted, incredibly, into overdrive. I’m hornier now than when I was a teen.



I usually drag my husband upstairs to bed as soon as he comes home from work for a quick, fast fuck before I start supper, then we eat, watch some television, then a slow, leisurely screw after we retire to bed. Much the same on the weekends, usually two good fucks and some spirited oral sex in between. Yes, I’m horny, hornier than you can imagine.



Bob and I have talked about it, how, if anything, my sex drive is even getting higher and that his, well let’s be nice and call it level, staying the same. We had some some swapping in the past though never for very long. There was one couple who we both liked a lot and sex with them was just terrific. Sadly, they moved away and we’ve now heard that they’ve split up, so they’re no longer a possibility.



Bob had been a dear and often presented me with sex toys and the like that he bought off the internet but, while plastic cocks are okay, even the buzzing ones, a good hard, blood-filled, throbbing cock is my preferred insertable object followed closely by a tongue.



Then, on my way out the door to meet a client (I’m a real estate agent and work a lot from my home), I spied a rather handsome young man in the yard next door. Being the friendly type, I walked over and introduced myself to Mike, who, it seems had rented the place next to us with two buddies, the three of them attending a local university.



As I talked with him, I was also picking up pretty unmistakable vibes from him, sexual vibes.



I have crossed the forties mark in my longevity but, well, I still look pretty decent. In fact, I think I look pretty good and enjoy dressing to accentuate my looks.



Since you can’t see me, I’m five-four, blond hair to the shoulders, green eyes, spec-out at 36-26-36, they’re C-cup and, yes, they’re nice, some curvature underneath but no sag, really, with small pink nipples that get hard at the tiniest arousal. They were hard as I talked with Mike.



So, I told him I had an appointment and had to run but would be back around lunchtime if he wanted a bite to eat while we got to know each other better being neighbors and all.



Yes, I had sex on my mind, I always have sex on my mind and, yes, I wanted him. I left him with little doubt and went off on my business call with dampening panties.



I drove back into the driveway at 11:45 and there was Mike sitting outside on his porch steps. He gave me a wave as I drove in then he walked over.



“You’re right on time, Cheryl, I’ll be glad to help you make lunch, you’re very nice to ask me over,” he said as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. I had plans for those lips, big plans.



So, we were finishing our sandwiches as he said, “I really appreciate the lunch, Cheryl, and the chance to get to know my new neighbor a bit better. This has been nice.”



“Well, if you’re in no hurry, Mike, and can stay a while, you can get to know your new neighbor a whole lot better,” I said as I slid my hand along his thigh right up to his package.



I was never a shy girl and had no intention of starting now. I almost always had a way of getting what I wanted and my hand was feeling what I wanted.



“Well, Cheryl, if my calendar was full, I’d clear it immediately for you,” and with that I leaned forward to press my lips against his and direct my tongue into his eager mouth as I gently squeezed his thick cock in his pants.



“Come with me, my good man, let me show you my bedroom,” and we walked hand-in-hand down the hall to the master bedroom. As we entered, I turned to him, pulling him to me, kissing him as my hands pulled up his polo shirt and got it up over his head and off. He was fairly muscular and solid as I ran my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples a bit, getting them hard like mine were.



He started on my blouse as I stood there letting him disrobe me, kissing my body as it was exposed to him. As my bra came off, his hands enveloped my breasts, fondling them, bending down to suck them, then looking up to tell me, “Cheryl, you have such nice breasts, they’re so pretty,” then he worked getting my skirt off and leaned forward to kiss the wet place on my panties as he pulled them to the floor where I stepped out of them and kicked off my heels.



I was just standing there, naked except for my thigh-high stockings, which is a pretty sexy look as he rid himself of his remaining clothes in rather a hurry.



I was looking down as he lowered his boxers and, yes, yes, a very nice, young, hard cock was brought into sight.



“You are so gorgeous, Cheryl, oh, I can’t believe I’ve got you right next door.”



“Mmm, and this nice big hard cock, how lovely,” I said as I lifted its heft.



We moved to the bed and I whisked the covers back and got down, spreading open for him while I watched his cock bob around as he got up between my legs, then crouch down low to kiss my stomach, abdomen, then, oh, sweet man, my pussy.



I gently held his face as he licked and sucked on me, oh, I love a man who knows how to make a pussy sing with his mouth and tongue. This was a promising liaison.



“Mmm, you make me feel so good, Mike. This is just what I wanted,” I groaned as I tried to spread more open to his tongue. I just love my pussy licked and tongued and Mike, for a young guy, knew what he was doing. He soon had me in the throes of a lovely orgasm after which I pulled him up over me whispering, “Mmm, fuck me, Mike, I really want your cock,” as he raised up, positioning his cock, then shoving it in, parting my happy labia, driving himself down inside me, then slowly, deliberately fucking me in and out.



I raised my legs up and put them on his shoulders so he could drive straight down into me, plunging deep where I wanted his cock.



“God, you’re tight, Cheryl, this is so good. Oh, am I glad we rented next door. I’ll bet my roomies would love you.”



Roomies? Yes, it was a three-bedroom house. I needed to know more.



“Your roommates, they’re guys like you, right?”



“Oh, don’t tell me, Cheryl. You’re not thinking of fucking them, too?”



Well, I wasn’t not trying to pretend to be a saint, so I replied, “No, only if they’re not girls or gay.”



“I can tell you that they’d love you. And they’d love to be doing just this with you. That’s if I want to share you. I’m not sure about that,” he said as he took long, long strokes which I was loving.



“Oh, but, Michael, now you’ve got me dreaming about having all three of you, that’s a woman’s fondest dream, you know.”



“I’ll bet. The guys would love it I’m sure but right now I have you to myself. Why should I want to share you?”



“You know I could meet them any time I wanted,” I posed.



“True. Then, I know they’d want to fuck you as soon as they saw you.”



“They’re really horny, huh?”



“Well, they’re guys. What I really meant is when they get a look at how hot you look, they’d be in a frenzy to fuck you. I mean, I’ll bet they’ve never had a thirty-year old woman before, one with the experience and the hot looks you have.”



I couldn’t help but laugh.



“Thirty? Why you sweet boy you. I’m keeping you for sure. I probably shouldn’t tell you but, well, I’m forty-two. I hope that doesn’t change anything.”



“God, Cheryl, it just makes me harder,” and he fucked me faster.



“Mmm, oooh, I like you younger guys. Maybe I do need to meet your roomies.”



Mike and I fucked the rest of the afternoon, it was wonderful.



Chapter 2



When Bob got home, I followed him upstairs so he could change and I took my clothes off as he did.



“Looks like you’ve got ideas, hon, as usual” he said as he took me in his arms and kissed me, pushing his hardening cock against me.



“Mmm, yeah, how ’bout a nice fuck before we fix supper?” I asked as I gripped his cock trying to lead it into me. He gave a good shove and went right in, up to the hilt.



“Oh, you’re juicy, babe. Been feeling horny?”



“Well, the truth is, and I’ve always told you the truth, you’re sliding in on another man’s cum. I had me some fun this afternoon.”



“Well you know I don’t mind as long as you tell me all about it, love.”



“His name is Mike and he’s now living next door in the Mallory’s old place. He’s in college and well, we got to know each other quite nicely.”



“Was he a good fuck? Must be a young guy, right?”



“Oh, twenty, can you believe it? And a really nice cock, not the biggest I’ve ever seen but he uses it nicely. And he loves to eat pussy.”



“We know how you love that, don’t we?”



“And, even better, he’s got two guys who live there, they all are college guys. I haven’t met the other two yet.”



“I’ll bet you will soon,” Bob said as he stroked in and out of me.



“Yeah, I bet I do, too,” I laughed.



“Well, you know, all I ask is that you tell me all about it and let me fuck you too.”



“That’s just what I’m doing, hon. And you’re really feeling hard, too.”



“You know that every time you tell me about some new guy, that it turns me on. That’s why I let you do it. It gets me hard as a rock and I want to fuck you over and over.”



“Yes, and I love it.”



So, Mike and I fucked just about every other day for the next week or so and I would always tell Bob every detail as he fucked me like a wild man.



Then, one afternoon as Mike was fucking me on their sofa, he asked me if my husband might suspect anything.



“Oh, he knows you’re fucking me.”



“Really? He knows?”



“Yeah, we have an open marriage, he fucks around and I fuck around, the thing is, we always tell each other about it and you wouldn’t believe how it spices up a couple’s sex life.”



“Well, yeah, I guess it would. So he knows. Has he ever been there when you’ve been with another guy?”



“Yes, several times and he’s even taken pictures of the other guy fucking me.”



“Has he videotaped you fucking another guy?”



“We don’t have a camera but if we did, I’ll bet he’d do it. He’s talked about buying one.”



“I’ve got one. Think your hubby’d want to film us?”



“Knowing Bob, yeah, I expect he would. Why do you want us videoed?”



“Well, several reasons. I want a remembrance for when I’m old and can look back at fucking you when I was in college. I also want to show how hot and sexy you are to my roommates.”



Well, the first reason was sweet, the second reason was hot, hot for me thinking that it might just get his roommates wanting to fuck me as well. And we know I love being fucked.



So, I talked with Bob about it and he was just as enthusiastic as I’d expected he would be and I told Mike that he should bring his camera over at seven on Saturday night, that would be the night.



Mike showed up right on time and showed Bob how to work the camera, how to do zoom-ins, fades, close-ups, all kinds of things. Then we all went back to our bedroom and Bob went ahead and got undressed as he wouldn’t be able to strip after he began filming.



He told us to begin and Mike took me in his arms and kissed me, our hands roaming over each other at first but, then, quickly we began taking each other’s clothes off. We were soon naked as Bob circled around us shooting what he saw as we both moved to the bed.



I scooted up to the headboard and as I opened my legs, Bob came in for a close-up of my freshly shaved pussy. He backed away just as Mike was crawling up between my legs to bend down and begin licking my pussy lips. Bob got in close again and filmed us for a few minutes as I stroked Mike’s cheek while he pleasured me with his tongue.



Bob had said that we should let Mike do oral on me until I cummed and we did just that. Then, he got up on his knees as Bob crouched down, getting a good sideways shot of his long, thick cock as he moved it right up to my wet slit and pushed the head in. Then his hips gave another push and he went in almost all the way,



I hooked my arms around my legs pulling them back against my chest, exposing my underneath so he could fuck straight down into me and he got up over me to stroke slowly in and out as Bob got it all on tape.



Mike and I fucked for several hours with Bob taking a turn as Mike rested. I was a very happy woman. Well-fucked, just the way I like. It was so wonderful that we had Mike stay the night and he and I had some more fun early in the morning.



As he left after breakfast, he promised to make a DVD of the tape for us and show his copy to his two college buddies.



I saw him again on Monday and asked if he’d shown it to his college buddies and he told me no, they hadn’t seen it yet but if I wanted to, he had time for us to watch it together.



Well, I knew what that meant and I didn’t have any appointments for the afternoon so we went into his bedroom and he set the video up.



“Go ahead and get comfortable while I get this ready. I’ve seen it and it’s really hot,” he said as he fiddled with the television and DVD player. When he turned back, I was naked on his bed, legs open, welcoming whatever might happen.



Mike started the video and it showed us naked and on my bed at home, and as we watched, we were also naked and on his bed, groping each other as we both heard noises from the front of the house.



“Oh, they’re home. Should I invite them back to watch?”



Well, that was obvious, wasn’t it? Three young guys and me, naked on the bed? I did have the rest of the afternoon, hmm.



“Sure, is there any need for me to dress?” I asked.



“Not for these two,” he answered and went off to get them.



I pulled the sheet up to my waist and waited as I heard male voices coming up the stairs.



Then, in came Mike, followed by two guys. I was soon introduced to Dave and Tom, who were certainly interested in staring at my boobs, just what I wanted them staring at.



“We were just starting to watch the fuck session Cheryl and I had this last weekend. You guys want to watch?”



They both quickly agreed and Mike restarted it from the beginning, then slid under the sheet with me. I instantly took hold of what I most wanted at that moment and leaned back to watch as the sheet rose and sank over Mike’s middle.



As we all watched, Tom and Dave soon had their pants down on the floor, stroking themselves as I slowly jacked Mike. Then, Tom stripped the rest of his clothes off and slid in under the sheet next to me as I felt his hand clutch my boob. I already had my hand under the sheet, feeling around for him and soon had a hard cock in each hand.



Now the sheet was peaking as both my hands went up on two very hard cocks while we watched the DVD of Mike and I from last Saturday.



“Who’s filming this? There’s some one there taping it,” Tom asked and Mike looked at me, so I told them, “Well, it’s my husband, guys, we kind of have an open marriage kind of thing.”



“So you fuck other guys and he’s okay with that?” Dave asks.



“Yes, we both allow each other to have other sexual partners. And, in some cases, he’s there while I’m enjoying sex with another man. Like you’re watching right now.”



“Think he’d mind if we all three enjoyed sex with you, and I really mean enjoy?” Dave asked.



“Well, I can’t answer for him but I can answer for me,” and I sweep the sheet off me and spread my legs wide.



The two guys were in bed with me, Mike and Tom, as Dave jumped up between my legs and began licking and tonguing me. The two in bed began sucking my boobs as I gripped their cocks, jacking back and forth, then Dave moved up and asked me if I wanted him so I nodded and he shoved his cock right into me.



I whispered in Mike’s ear, “If you get your cock up here, I’ll suck it for you,” and he wasted little time getting up next to my face and leading his cock to my mouth.



Well, I was fucked by all three that afternoon and gave each blowjobs as each one ate me out. All this while the tape of Mike and I fucking was going on.



I had never had three guys in one session before and, well, I really think that’s how I get best satisfied. I sure was that afternoon, I was awash in cum, it drooled out of me for hours.



I told Bob about it and have since had all four of them together and we now have several videos of me being gang-banged by the four. So, now I’m slut to all four and have never been fucked so much in my life.



Would I ever give it up?



Are you crazy?

I’m a sexy woman. I love sex.



Now, my husband, John, and I had started talking about various things like swapping and such, hadn’t done it yet but had gone to a couple of ‘soft-swap’ parties and did a little looking and necking and making out but no more. At least yet. John did find one woman and had sex with her but her husband was not at all to my taste, a tattooed biker-type. Some love ‘em, some don’t. I’m in the latter.



We’d been married for just over twenty-five years so our sex life had gotten somewhat routine as, I suppose, it will.



Sex has been better since our son, Donnie, went off to college. It’s allowed John and I to be much more open around the house and we often are scantily-clothed or not clothed at all. Also, when Donnie was home, we couldn’t fuck on the sofa in the family room or on the counter in the kitchen, just all those nice places around the house where we now make love.



So, last weekend, Donnie had a couple of his college friends down to our house for the weekend before they all headed back to school to begin their junior year. They were at the lake near here jet-skiing most of the afternoon on Friday then came home to shower and go clubbing before starting the grind of classes and study on Monday.



John and I were also going out. We told Donnie it was a party at friends but it was really another soft-swap get-together. I just didn’t think I wanted to quite tell him we were trolling for spouse-swap partners. You can understand, I’m sure.



So, I was dressed, well, in a way that I would not dress for church or a parent-teacher meeting.



I was in a sundress and high-heel stiletto heels, the dress a short one with a low-cut bodice and rather thin material. Donnie was in the shower when John and I were leaving, which I was happy about, after all, I was bra-less and wearing a tiny thong and my nipples were, well, doing just what nipples do, they were hard and swollen.



I wore this dress with practically nothing under it for just the reason that it was pretty transparent. And my nipples could not only be seen but they were imprinting through my dress.



As I came down the stairs, Donnie’s two friends were there.



“Oh, wow, Mrs. Arnold, all the eyes are gonna be on you tonight,” said, Eric, the taller of my son’s two friends.



“I’ll say, my eyes just love what they see, Mrs. A,” Josh, his other friend said.



“Well, guys, at my age, I’ll take every complement like that I can get.”



“Trust me, you’re looking just the right age for me, oh, for sure,” Eric said with a grin.



“Count me in that number, Mrs. A. You look gorgeous. If you need an escort, I’m here.”



“Thanks, Josh, I think my husband can still handle that but I’ll let you know if anything ever changes.”



“Oh, do that. I’d jump at the chance. Maybe even jump you,” he offered with a boyish grin.



“Down boy, I’d better leave, you young guys might just be too much for an old lady like me.”



“You look lots better than most of the girls I see at school. And you know how to show it,” said Josh.



“Well, thanks, guys, here comes John, see you later,” and we left for our ‘look-see’ party to look and see. And have a little grope and kiss and cuddle here and there at minimum. Maybe more, I hoped.



As we drove to the party, I thought about these two handsome, young guys flirting with me and it was making me feel tingly in my pussy and nipples which were already erect from rubbing on the fabric of my dress.



This time, the party was a success. John hooked-up almost as soon as we walked in and really just minutes later after I’d just had my first sip of wine, a nice-looking man came over and we went to have some privacy to talk and neck a bit. He really turned out quite nice so we found an empty bedroom and got to know each other intimately.



Back out, I saw John on a sofa with another woman, his hand up under her top as another man approached me. He told me he had seen me at one of these but never had the chance to get to know me. So, we went off and he got to know me very, very well.



We got home about midnight, John having found two women to fuck and I had a pussy full of cum, three men’s worth. Oh, yes, this was what these parties are all about. The first two started slowly but I think it also just took John and I some getting used-to the scene and how things went at these get-togethers. People sure did get-together. Oh, yes.



We talked about it all the way home and soon were in bed, me up over John, sucking his cock with the tastes of two women all mingled together with his own as I pressed down my pussy all over his face with my juices and the cum of three men from the party. Yes, I had fun. And still was. I sucked John until he cummed and then got up and left him to sleep. He had more to drink that I had and I was still wired and horny. My evening, rather than satisfying me, made me even more sexually aroused.



So, I slipped on my tiniest thong swimsuit and heels and headed for the hot tub on the patio. Now, if you’re paying attention, you noticed that I put on high heels. So, it was obvious that I was hoping to be seen and since our son’s two college friends were staying with us, well, I knew what I was doing. There had been a message on the phone that his friends were a bit buzzed and were coming home, so would we leave the front door unlocked for them as our son had met someone and would not be coming home with them. Ah, ha.



I knew Eric and Josh were headed this way so I took a nice swim in the pool then got in the hot tub to wait their arrival. I was straddling one of the water jets with my thong pulled aside when I heard the two guys come in. They were trying to be quiet but just didn’t quite make it. I had put on the mood lighting around the pool and I think they saw it and came out.



“Oh, hi, Mrs. Arnold. You look relaxed,” Josh said. “That looks nice.”



I stood up, mostly so they could see me in my tiniest thong bikini and asked them if they wanted to join me. “Towels are over there, guys.”



They looked at each other and started to take their clothes off and when Josh got down to his briefs and Eric to his boxers, they looked at each other, then at me, then pulled them down and walked over to the tub, both cocks wagging back and forth in the dim light.



As they were getting in, I said, “What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub, boys, okay?”



They both said, okay, and sat in the water opposite me.



“So, did you and Mister Arnold have a good time?” Eric asked.



“Oh, yes, very nice, John’s a bit snockered and is fast asleep, but I was rather wide-awake so I decided to have a swim and soak, then you two showed up to keep me company.”



“So tell us about this party you went to. I’ll bet it was fun,” Eric asked.



“Oh, much fun, guys, the kind of fun that you’re beginning to learn about, I think.”



“I’ll bet every guy there was hitting on you, Mrs, Arnold.”



“It’s Helen, guys, and I think I’m also a bit overdressed for our own little party,” and I stood up and pulled off my top and bottom, taking plenty of time for them to take in every square inch of skin I was presenting them with.



“You are really beautiful, Mrs., uh, Helen, just gorgeous,” said Josh.



“Well, I don’t understand why you’re both so far away, come, let’s get closer,” and they both stood up, showing me those lovely long, thick, hard cocks again, they just looked so delicious.



Each guy came around to sit right next to me and it was just moments until I had a hand wrapped around each cock moving it up and down.



“Now, isn’t this much better? More cozy?” I asked.



“Oh, it’s just what I’ve wanted ever since I first met you, Helen,” said Eric.



“Why that’s sweet. Is there anything else you boys would like? I’m in rather a mood, tonight with two handsome and, hard, fellows in the tub with me.”



“I’m up for whatever you want to do, Helen,” offered Josh.



“Well, if you boys will sit on the edge, I’d be happy to suck these two lovely cocks,” and they were instantly out of the water and sitting on the rim, legs wide.



I moved between Josh’s legs and took hold of his nice, hard cock and began licking around the tip as I looked over at Eric.



“Don’t worry, Eric, I’ll get to you shortly, I can usually get a guy to cum pretty quick,” and went back to work.



I soon had Josh groaning, I knew horny, young guys would succumb to my oral skills quite soon and was rewarded with a mouthful of his love juice as I ran my tongue around his tip while I sucked. Works every time.



Eric looked excited as I moved over to him and lowered my lips over his cock to softly suck the tip and wipe my tongue around and around.



“Oh, wow, that’s the best. You really know how to suck cock.”



Ah, another happy admirer of my oral artistry. I soon was swallowing a load of his cum as I watched him orgasm so happily.



“I have never had a blowjob that good before, you are the best, really the best.”



“Well, fellows, my pussy is in a state and really wants some attention,” I said as I got up on the padded edge and spread open.



“You know what to do, right,” and Eric moved right in and began licking and tonguing me as Josh knelt next to him sucking one of my nipples. Ah, two guys, I sure love having two guys loving me.



I was petting both their cheeks as they attended to me, Eric on my pussy, Josh on my breast. Oh, yes, it was lovely.



Eric did all the right things and brought me to a lovely orgasm, complete with me kicking my feet in the water, getting us all wet from head to toe. Then, Josh took over and my pussy was in heaven once again. You know I love it licked and he was good. About ten minutes in, he had me writhing and thrashing as another orgasm took me over.



I slipped into the water again, pulling them both in with me, as I lay my head back and just let the warmth and the wonderful feelings both soak into me fully.



We all enjoyed the water and I enjoyed the young hands exploring my body everywhere, when I said softly, “I think you should each fuck me, then I’ll be all nice and ready for bed, all nice and full of your cum. Sound good?”



They didn’t even answer. Eric was immediately up between my thighs pushing his long, hard cock up into me and began jack-rabbiting back and forth.



“Slow down, Eric, easy, I know you’re ready and all but let’s just enjoy a nice fuck. I’m afraid there’s a good bit of cum already up in there, so your’s won’t be the first.”



“Sounds like that was an interesting party, Mrs. A.”



“Oh, boys, just wait. Well, of course you are in college, maybe you’re way ahead of Mister Arnold and me.”



“Well there was a wild one we went to last year with about forty or fifty people, all naked, really more girls than guys, it lasted all weekend. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this but Donnie went with us and I can tell you your son is no longer a virgin, that’s for sure,” said Josh.



“No, I rather knew that.”



“Oh, wow, maybe it runs in the family,” Eric joked.



“I take that as a compliment, Eric.”



He was slowly fucking me in and out as Josh played with my breasts, sucking my nipples, staying involved as I gripped his cock and pulled it back and forth. I had been fucked already by three men at the party, then John when we got home, now my fifth was rocking his hips back and forth, sending waves of water across the hot tub and waves of pleasure across my delighted body.



“Oh, I’m gonna cum, oooh, yes, MMM, UUH, UUH, uuh, uuh, mmm, oh, wow, you are so good, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Eric groaned as he spewed his warm cum into me. The look on his face was wonderful, pure joy. I was feeling pretty happy myself as he pulled out of me and Josh pressed into me, easily sliding in all the way.



“Wow, look at the cum dripping out of you, Mrs. A. You’re full for sure.”



“I’ll bet you can add some more, Josh, I just love guys cumming inside me. More the merrier.”



“I don’t think it’ll take me very long the way this feels. You are really tight and you feel so good.”



“I do exercises to keep my pussy toned-up. I use a rubber cock, a dildo, that has a suction cup that I put on that glass-topped table right over there, on the corner and fuck it up and down for hours sometimes.”



“I’ll bet you have fun doing that,” says Eric.



“Oh, the real thing is much nicer. You guys have nice cocks.”



“My cock sure loves fucking you, Mrs. A, oh, it sure does.”



“Well, just keep doing what you’re doing, Josh, and you’re going to give me quite a lovely orgasm.”



“I’d love nothing better that to make you happy, Mrs. A. You’re sure making me happy.”



“Oh, I’m really feeling it now, Josh, just keep going, don’t you dare stop.”



“A bullet wouldn’t stop me, this feels so good.”



Yes, it was feeling good, much better than good, I was headed for a wonderful climax, I could feel it building and building.



“Mmm, oh, yes, Josh, ooh, OH, OOH, OOH, uh, uh, mmm, oh, you two are so good, you really know how to make me so happy.”



It was wonderful. A good, hard, young cock fucking me to orgasm. I had really lost track of mow many I had had since we arrived at the party but every one was wonderful.



I was in a dreamy trance when Josh began to groan as he was pumping into me, then he shoved hard and another warm, delicious deposit of cum was added to all the others as I lay back, yes, well, fucked-out.



They were both kissing me and feeling me all over as I lay there blissed-out.



“Mrs. A, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. And the best fuck I’ve ever had,” said Josh as he rubbed my wet, creamy pussy.



“I hope we can do this again before we have to go to school,” Eric asked.



“We’ll just have to see, fellows, I love your cocks,” I said as I squeezed them both, “but I’ve got to get some sleep. Even Cinderella had to get some sleep, boys.”



So, I kissed each one, frenching their mouth and sucking the tip of their cocks goodbye, at least for the time being and slowly walked up to my bedroom.



I slipped into bed, just as I was, naked, and as my wet hair draped across John’s shoulder, he stirred and rolled over to me.



“Mmm, there you are,” as he ducked his head down to suck a nipple, a somewhat sore nipple with all the attention my breasts had gotten in the past few hours. But, of course, I knew exactly what would please my husband the quickest, so I turned around and got up over him lowering my mouth over his cock as I dropped my wet, cummy pussy on his face.



His tongue felt rather lovely as I sucked him. I lifted off him for just a second to drool a glob of spit on my index finger which I slowly eased into his butt to gently rub his prostate, I knew that would trigger him into a strong, hard cum, and like clockwork, he bucked and began spewing his cum into my mouth as I swallowed and swallowed.



I got up off him and we kissed as he said, “You’re the greatest, hon, I’m so glad I married you,” and was sound asleep a few moments later. It took me a while to float down from my sexual high, slowly and gently caressing my swollen labia in all the cum that was seeping out of my contented pussy. Mmm, good night, all.

Chapter 1



I majored in Marketing in college and got a job with a medium-sized toy company, of all things. It has, I suppose, in some ways, allowed me to remain imbedded in my childhood but, if you know anything at all about the toy industry, it’s strictly a grown-up business, dead serious and high stakes.



So, I’d been with them a while, gotten two promotions, and had also found a girlfriend in the process. We worked in different departments which was a help realizing the somewhat oppressive state of corporate rules and state and federal laws that tend to temper the hormonal happenings in the workplace.



It was rather odd the way we got together, we first met at a company meeting which was supposed to foster interdepartmental communication and, for Carrie and me, it really worked well.



It was a series of three afternoon and evening get-togethers that included social time and dinner and the first night I was seated next to a woman, a quite petite woman, perhaps a few years older, but really quite pretty.



Carrie was five-one, one hundred and six pounds with, from the top, curly blond hair, gray-blue eyes, cute nose, pink luscious lips, nice chin and a pair of knockers that were impossible to hide. The rest of her was also curvy and she had my attention as soon as we all sat down.



Our conversation, as with most, began with life’s generalities and went right on into the more specific areas when you know you’re being attracted to the person.



I was twenty-six, almost twenty-seven, at the time, and I figured she was maybe twenty-nine or thirty. The meetings lasted three afternoons and evenings and we both began switching our place cards so we were always seated together. By the last dinner, I told her I would like to see her outside of work.



“Carrie, this is our last meal together and it’s really been fun.”



“It has, yes, really nice.”



“I’d like to see if we might carry on having supper outside of work, maybe like this coming Saturday?”



“Oh, Scott, that’s so nice. Um, before I say yes, can I ask you something?”



Well, I pretty much knew I was STD-free, my credit was good, I was heterosexual, and I liked dogs, what else could it be? So I said sure.



“Do you have an idea what my age might be?”



“Oh, thirty or so, something like that?”



“You are a very sweet man, Scott, are you trying to be nice?”



“No, that’s what I figure you for, maybe twenty-eight to thirty-three, tops, why?”



“I’m forty, almost forty-one and have a daughter going into college this fall. How old are you?”



“Twenty-six, almost twenty-seven, nearly thirty,” I told her trying to stretch the years forward a bit.



“I was fourteen when you were born, Scott.”



“I’ll bet you were pretty cute at fourteen,” I answered, still rather smitten with my dinner companion no matter what her age might have been.



“Thanks. I’d actually had my first kiss before you were even born.”



“If you think I might change my mind about taking you out to dinner, you’re wrong. My invitation still stands,” I told her and we ended up having a rather wonderful date that following Saturday.



I also asked her out for Sunday, then the next Friday. During that date, I asked her, “At the risk of making myself a pest, would you accompany me to dinner tomorrow night and I’ve been invited to a party next Saturday, a week, would you come with me?”



“Scott, are you kind of dating me up?”



“I sure hope so,” I said grinning.



“And, it’s what you want?”



“It’s what I want.”



That led right into Carrie’s small house and into her bedroom where she quickly had us both out of our clothes and onto her bed.



She might have been forty but she had an exquisite body. Being small in stature was of great benefit, she surely could have posed for any men’s magazine as her breasts were perfect, firm, round, each tipped with a pretty, pink nipple.



We got on her bed and she pushed me down, then swung up over me turning around and sliding her lips over my hard cock bringing her pussy down to my face. She was shaved smooth and I was in heaven licking her juicy slit while she sucked me like no other ever had.



I’d been to college, then into work for a few years, so I was not new to getting a blowjob. But I was new to getting such an enthusiastic and expert blowjob, Carrie took it to a whole new level.



I was rubbing my fingers along her labia, the whole area underneath her was just soaked as I licked and tongued the plump crevice leading to wonders up inside her I hadn’t explored yet. I was horny, of course, and it wasn’t surprising that I felt myself getting close as she sucked me on and on.



She was sucking the tip as her tongue circled around and around it when I cummed. It was just irresistible, I couldn’t have held back if I tried. I was going to break off from pleasuring her to warn her in case she didn’t want my cum in her mouth but it was just too sudden.



But, it mattered none, she sucked and kept on sucking as I licked and tongued her from below. I did everything I knew to do with my head between a woman’s legs and pretty soon had her writhing over me, sliding her wet slippery pussy over my mouth as I tried tonguing her, my fingers spreading her open and also taking some detours up to her clit to rub and lick around.



“Mmm, mmm, UMM, UMM, OOH, OOH, UUNH, UUNH, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, oh, Scott, mmm, so good, made me feel so good, mmm, here I come,” she said as she turned around and lay over me kissing my wet, happy face over and over. She lifted up, reached between us and next I felt her pussy easing down over the tip end of my cock and up into her warm depths.



Then, her small frame began rocking up and down over me, drawing my cock in and out of her. She was forty she had said but she was as tight and lithe as any girl or woman I’d ever had. I just lay there being completely and totally pleasured as never before. This woman is not just all that I’d seen and heard before, she was miraculous in bed.



“Mmm, mmm, I’ve been wanting this, Scott, I hope you have, too?”



“Oh, you are incredible. Every time you pull up, you tighten around me like I’m being clenched so tight, it’s incredible. Oh, Carrie, you are just so wonderful,” I groaned as I thrust my hips up emptying my semen into her, every single drop I had in me.



She rocked up and down until she had a beautiful, shaking, trembling orgasm that was the strongest I’d ever seen a woman have.



After, we were laying there, our arms entwined, kissing, talking, enjoying this wonderful new phase of our relationship.



“It was wonderful Scott, you’re a wonderful lover.”



“You did it all, well, just about all, and I’ve never seen a woman have such a strong orgasm before. Is that just the way you are?” I asked with a small hope that it also might some of my doing as well.



“Well, I always have had strong orgasms but this one was special, yes.”



As we lay there, she suddenly raised her head up and said, “Sounds like Terri is home from her date. Wanna meet my daughter? I suppose it’s appropriate that you be introduced to family after what we’ve been doing,” she said saucily.



We got up and got dressed, each tidying up, combing our hair and such and went out to the kitchen where her daughter was sitting eating a few cookies and having a glass of milk.



She was seventeen and a slightly smaller clone of her mother, just as pretty, also petite but very curvy as well. I stayed a bit longer, then left to drive home a happy and oh, so satisfied man.



That was how Carrie and I became involved and became a couple. It’s now been four years, I live with her and couldn’t be happier. We mostly had the house to ourselves, Terri was away at college, so the sex we were having was both frequent and in just about every room, often on the spur of the moment, especially when we would decide to skip getting dressed on the weekends.



We often came home from work and just changed out of our work clothes, maybe had a quick bit of fun, maybe a little oral sex, a quick roll on the bed, whatever, then make dinner and just play with each other until we were both crazy-hot for each other and off to bed for a wild and hot fuck until we just collapsed in a happy heap.



Carrie was now forty-three, not looking a day older than when we first met, and I was rapidly approaching my big three-O. Yes, thirty. I knew I could never catch up to Carrie’s age and didn’t care. She was so pretty and so lively and so much fun, especially in bed, always enthusiastic, always ready for whatever I wanted.



I don’t know about you, but I’d always dreamed about finding a mate who was as easily aroused and as horny as I was. Then Carrie came into my life and I’ve simply not had a horny moment since. She never lets my cock rest long enough for that. She’s even said that she’s always been horny but now, in her forties, she’s just insatiable. And I’m a happy man.



So, she had told me that she had made reservations at our favorite restaurant, a many-starred place that excels on service, food and ambiance with a huge wine list that we enjoy when we’ve saved up enough for a grand night out. She also told me I should save up my cum and forego sex the night before, that we both would, a rarity in our time together.



Well, the day did finally roll around and she drove me to the restaurant where we started with a bottle of champagne and ended with a ‘mile-high apple tart’ covered with the restaurant’s own vanilla-cinnamon ice cream, yes, a perfect meal with my perfect lover, Carrie.



“Later, when we get home, you get an extra-special present, one I just know you’ll adore,” she said enticingly as she paid the check.



We got in her car and as she put it in Drive, she asked, “Would you take out my favorite body part of yours so I can play with it on the way home?” See why I love this woman?



I slid down my fly and reached in to wrestle out my stiffening member as she reached over to caress it with her hand.



“Nice and hard, just what you’ll need this evening,” she teased me.



“So, you’ve got big plans for what you have in your hand?”



“Oh, the biggest plans ever. You just wait, Scott, this will never be the same after tonight,” she said as she gently squeezed it. I looked down and there was a small drop of precum hovering in the slit.



We drove into the garage and, as the door was coming down, I began putting my cock away when she said, “No, just leave it out. It’s just you and me and I like to have it close by.”



As we went in the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of champagne, then took my dick in her hand and said, ‘Follow me,’ and she led me upstairs to our bedroom.



She had me open the bottle and pour some in the two champagne flutes that were there on the dresser as she went in the bathroom to change.



It was champagne my favorite way of drinking it, with a lovely woman dressed in a super-sexy outfit with openings for all the wonderful bits you might want access to.



We kissed and sipped some, her dressed so sexily, me with my cock out, when she began making me naked. We got into bed and enjoyed each other and the rest of our glasses of bubbly.



She bent over me to suck me in the wonderful way she has, by now, my cock was raging hard, swollen tight with anticipation.



Carrie then got up over me, squatting above my cock, holding it fast as she lowered herself onto it, working back and forth getting it deep inside her and then went up and down a few dozen times. Carrie was tight, she did pelvic exercises and fucked herself on a stick-on dildo in the bathroom, something I loved to watch as I would slowly masturbate to cum on her or while she sucked me, usually the former.



Then, she raised up, almost to where I would fall out of her and began clenching tightly as she moved just a few inches at a time, up and down, over and over, just on the top few inches of my cock, something that I’ve only gotten from her, never from any other woman, but it always gave me the most explosive and erotic orgasms.



“Mmm, good, Scott, is my pussy making you feel good?” she asked knowing the answer, of course.



Fucking me this way also focused a lot of the feeling in her labia and the entrance of her vagina where she too had a lot of feeling. It always gave her great orgasms which she ended with a gigantic push down burying me deep inside her and twisting back and forth as she screamed in joy. She knew how to have a good time, for sure. And to give one, especially.



I knew I couldn’t hold out for long, she just knew how tight she was and how good this felt to her lover underneath and, sure enough, I was rocketing my cum up into her in just a few wonder-filled minutes.



She then took a number of fast strokes up and down, taking me in all the way, then ended by grinding down and rotating her hips back and forth as she cried out in ecstasy before collapsing on me covering my face with kisses.



“OH, OOH, OOH, OOH, OOH, uuh, uuh, uuh, mmm, mmm,” she groaned as she bent down to tongue my mouth while she kept moving her hips up and down.



She laid over me with my cock still in her as I thanked her for my special birthday present, “As usual, hon, you’ve given me the best gift a man could ever want, thank you,” and I squeezed her tight.



“Not bad for an old lady, huh? Ever dream about a younger woman, someone maybe even younger than you?”



“Well, what guy hasn’t, I suppose. But, well, I’ve got the best woman in the world already and I love the way you look, so it’s just perfect.”



“But, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone like me that was in her twenties?”



Well, I didn’t know then what I know now, so I just mumbled something like, ‘Sure, I guess.’



She rolled off me as my wet cock flopped against my abdomen, got up, told me she had to go pee and left the room. I lay there a very happy man knowing that I would be privileged to have her accept my cock into her wonderful, lithe body many times in the future.



She came back in the room a few minutes later and stood at the foot of our bed.



“Ready for your present?” she asked grinning at me.



“That wasn’t it? God, what could top that?” I asked and she waved her arm and in walked her daughter, Terri…naked.



Chapter 2



Now, I’ve told you about Carrie. Well, her daughter is simply a younger version of her but not really smaller. In fact, her boobs are even larger. She stood next to her mother, they could have been twins except for the age difference, most would think Carrie was just ten or twelve years her elder. They were stunning.



“Happy Birthday, Scott. Mom was asking me a couple of weeks ago what she could get you for your birthday that would be unforgettable and I told her I’d been attracted to you myself for a while now and that it would be unforgettable if I joined you both in bed. God knows, I’ve listened to you two enough when I’ve been home, you two are like rabbits,” she snickered. “So it’s my turn, happy birthday,” she said as she crawled into bed and took my cock in her mouth to suck.



I lay back as my lover’s daughter gave me great pleasure. Carrie sat down next to me and bent over to place a hard nipple on my mouth for me to suck as I was being sucked. She lifted up my hand and put it up to her daughter’s pussy which was peeking out from between her thighs and I ran my finger up and down in the wet crevice, then pressed it in and began finger-fucking her.



Well, Terri was just about as skilled as her mother was in fellatio, she sucked and licked around the tip, raked her tongue along the length of my shaft, took me in almost as far as her mother does which is practically all the way. She was so good. And, her pretty pussy was so plump and juicy and succulent-looking; I had plans for it as I lay there in total bliss.



“You look happy,” Carrie said looking down on me as I nursed her nipple while Terri sucked me. My heart was thumping and I knew I didn’t have long.



I closed my eyes in sublime peace and satisfaction, I could stay this way forever, I thought. It was every man’s dream, certainly this man’s fondest dream.



I didn’t know where she was going with this, if she was going to go ahead and suck me off or stop somewhere so we could fuck. As good as her sucking was, I was hoping for the latter.



“I think it’s time you really had your birthday present, hon. Don’t you Terri?” Carrie asked us.



Her daughter lifted up off my dick, still holding it as she swung a leg up over me and lowered down pushing my cock up into her. It took some trying, she was very tight so she was wiggling and twisting and moving up and back until I was finally all the way inside. She sat there over me for a minute as I kneaded her solid, firm breasts while she flexed her muscles inside, then, slowly began moving directly up and down, very slowly, very deliberately, just taking lots of time.



As she slowly pulled up, her vagina tightened around me, gripping me like I’ve never felt before. Then, it felt like she relaxed as she slid back down onto me. I’d never been fucked quite like it before, it was just sensational. I knew I couldn’t hold off for long.



Carrie was sitting next to us, her hands rubbing my chest and stomach as her daughter slowly fucked me up and down. She pushed down hard, then flexed her muscles over and over as she twisted back and forth.



“Mmm, that’s so good. I don’t believe this, what a birthday,” I gasped.



“Mom asked me if I’d do this and what I never told her was that I was attracted to you the first time I met you. But, I’m not about to cut in on my own mother’s guy. Well, not until she asked me.”



“This is sure a birthday I’ll never forget.”



“What you don’t know yet is that it’s permanent; you get us both from now on, Scott. Not only that, we’ve decided that we don’t want to wear clothes when we’re home, so you get us naked all the time. If that’s all right,” Carrie said grinning at me as her daughter rocked on my happy cock.



“If it’s all right? Can you let me think it over?” I grinned back.



“This is the first time I’ve ever watched my daughter have sex, it’s really hot, very erotic, more than I’d imagined. And making my guy happy. Maybe I should say, ‘our guy.’”



It sounded like she really meant it, that I would have sexual access to both of them. Maybe I’d better do as those commercials say and talk with my doctor. I had my hands full with just Carrie and now her daughter, she’s just twenty-one, wants her share as well. Yes, maybe a visit to the doctor might be called for. I would soon know the answer, I figured.



Terri kept moving up and down over me; every time she pulled up, it felt like it was her mouth sucking up on me, it was just stunning.



“Mmm, oh, that feels so good. What a birthday, just unforgettable,” I groaned.



“That’s just what we wanted, Scott. It may be your birthday but you’re making me feel really good, too. I think you’re gonna get a lot of Mom and me,” she teased as she rocked up and down.



I was not long, she was so tight and so good that she had me cumming hard and soon.



I could feel myself get a bit soft afterwards as she pressed down and scooted around getting herself off. I was really worried that my first time with her might end up a disappointment but she did have an orgasm. But, I was now thirty and now being presented with two women to make happy, I was wondering if I might not need some help.



I did have a friend who was a doctor, he and I went to high school together, then to the same college and I got some samples of the various ED drugs from him.



I wasn’t sure if they would work on a guy thirty who really didn’t have any problem getting it up, at least the first two or three times but, let me tell you, you can still benefit from it; it made me harder, longer. Even for some nearly all-night sessions with my horny girlfriend and her daughter.



Carrie and I are married now, have been for three years. Terri went on our honeymoon with us to a nude couples resort (seems they’ll bend the rules for an extra woman coming along) and there were no rules about what goes on at the beach so we all three fucked almost all the time.

I stood at my hotel room door as the young girl I had just spent the last several hours with walked down the hall to the elevator. I marveled at how well her ill fitting, homemade clothes hid such a lovely, shapely body and the completely unshaven under arms and legs. As soon as the elevator doors opened for her to enter she turned and gave a final wave and innocent smile.



At the same time a woman entered the hall from the vending machine room carrying a bucket of ice and a Coke. I immediately recognized her as the forty something business woman who had ridden up on the elevator with us earlier. She had shed her tailored business suit, stockings, and heels and changed into a more casual skirt, a sweat shirt type top that hung low over one shoulder, and sandals. The tight French style bun of light red hair from earlier was combed out and hung down to her shoulders.



As she got closer she smiled the same pretty smile she had given me earlier as I exposed the bare ass of the young Amish girl as we rode up on the elevator together. I returned her smile as I admired the nipples which pushed against the fabric of her top.



I spoke up, “I hope you don’t have to drink that alone.”



She came to a stop just a few feet away saying, “I will have to unless you join me.”



I returned with, “Or you could join me and we could add some bourbon to it.”



With a coy smile she added, “That sounds like a good idea. I take it your young friend is not returning?”



I stepped aside to let her enter the room saying, “No, that was just ships passing in the night.”



She smiled offering, “I hope it was a pleasant journey for both ships.”



I immediately reached for the white capped hotel glasses to pour us a drink but before I could even take the ice bucket and coke from her hands, she walked straight up to me and pressed her body against me. Her face was just inches from my face as if she was going to kiss me; I could feel her breath on my face and hear her inhale my scent.



Less than a minute passed then she said, “I find it very erotic and exciting being close to a man who has the scent of another woman on him. I can smell her scent all over your face.” She kissed my mouth lightly as if she was savoring the taste.



My hands went to her hips as she leaned back, “Please tell me more about the young lady…ahh ship, you passed in the night.”



“Well, I’m not sure just how much I know. I met her this afternoon downstairs in the bar. She had an Ohio driver’s license which said her name was Gretchen and that she was twenty-one years old but the picture on the license was not the same girl.”



“Hummm, very erotic and very intriguing; do tell me more.” She said as she leaned forward again to kiss me lightly and inhale the aroma; I pulled her hips closer to me.



“She was Amish and as you could tell she wore homemade clothes. She was freshly scrubbed and her legs and under arms were completely unshaven.”



“My goodness, was she a virgin too?” She asked with a devilish smile.



I gave a little laugh and replied, “No, she lost that to one of her church elders. Supposedly he caught her and her boyfriend in his barn trying to learn about the facts of life. The elder ran the young boy off with a stick then inspected her to make sure she had not been “damaged”. He then bent her over a bale of hay, lifted the back of her dress, and popped her cherry from behind.”



“I hope you took better care of her than that.”



“I did my best.” I replied, and then added, “Her total sexual experiences were being “taken” from behind with her dress up. She had never been nude with a man nor had she seen any more of a man than what came out the front of his britches. I was the first to go down on her and she tasted wonderful as you have already found out.” We smiled at each other and kissed.



“Did she have a nice body?” She asked.



“Very nice! She was shapely, firm and smooth. She had a very nice set of “C” cup tits with light pink, very sensitive nipples and a large triangle of thick pubic hair from her pelvic mound all the way around her tightly puckered, virgin ass. The sheath that hid her tiny pearl fell downward like candle wax forming exposed brownish lips that could not be hidden by her vulva and thick pubic hair.”



As I described the young girl to the woman in my arms she became flushed and her chest began heaving so she could catch her breath. I moved my hands around her to the firm round cheeks of her ass then pulled her pelvis firmly against me.



“Would you like to have been with me and tasted her first hand?” I asked.



“I’m not sure I am ready for that just yet. But, I have had it on my mind since I first tasted my husband’s mistress on his lips a few months ago.”



We had not even exchanged names yet she moved backward slightly and slid her hand down to the front of the shorts covering my swollen cock. She looked at me saying, “I want to taste the young girl on this too.”



As she opened the front of my shorts I didn’t bother to tell her that I had used rubbers and she would not really get to taste the young girl’s juices on my cock. She slid down my body to her knees and took my swollen cock in her left hand; her wedding rings with a rather large diamond were clearly displayed on my engorged shaft. Her lips moved over my swollen purple head covered with drying cum.



As I laid my hand on her head she lifted her right hand to support my cod sack. Once the drying cum was cleaned from my cock her lips moved to my sack where I’m certain there was plenty of evidence remaining of the young girl’s juices. She inhaled lightly before taking each one gently into her mouth.



After several minutes on her knees searching for the young Amish girl’s scent she stood and asked, “Didn’t you promise me some bourbon for my coke?”



I kissed her lightly then said, “Absolutely I did but you will have to tell me more about tasting your husband’s mistress on his lips.”



As I poured our drinks she began, “Well there really isn’t much to tell. He came home from work a few months ago and I gave him a kiss like I always do; I could smell another woman’s pussy on his lips.”



She continued as I handed her a bourbon and coke, “I was furious at first then as I thought about it I became aroused. I kissed him passionately several more times to enjoy the scent then sat down on a kitchen chair, took out his cock, and covered it with kisses; I could smell his Mistress’s cunt there too. That night after he was sound asleep I masturbated in the bathroom before going to bed.”



I asked, “Have you told him that you know about the other woman?”



“No, I have been changing bank accounts and investments into my name before I tell him I know about his affairs. I know he is still having sex with another woman because he is too stupid to clean up afterwards and I can always smell her.”



“Have you considered that he may want you to know about the other woman and that is why he does not clean up?”



“No I haven’t considered that but I do get aroused smelling the scent of the other woman and I usually give him a good fuck or at least a blow job when I smell her. Do you think that is strange of me?”



“Not at all, when I was married my wife and I had an open relationship and often had sex with others. The first time she came home with another man’s cum drying in the crotch of her panties, I got so excited that we fucked right there against the kitchen counter. After dinner she told me about how it got there and whose cum it was we about fucked each other’s eyes out.”



We began kissing more passionately and my hands moved under her top to touch her hard nipples. She moaned as I rolled her nipples between my fingers,”Mmmm. Are you going to eat me?”



I lifted her top over her head before replying, “I’ve been thinking about it.” My mouth moved to her nipples and suckled them as my tongue danced around and over them.



She pushed her pubic mound against me as my hands move to the firm round cheeks of her ass. I found the button on the waist band of her skirt and unfastened it; her skirt fell to the floor leaving her standing there in her black lace panties. I held her away at arm’s length to enjoy the sight of her almost naked body for several minutes then pulled her close.



“I haven’t showered since early this morning.” She whispered.



I replied, “That’s not a problem. Ripe fruit is always the juiciest and tastiest.”



I moved her backwards to the bed then gently pushed her down. She moved toward the head of the king sized bed as I moved between her legs. I kissed my way up each of her thighs then across the top of her waist band before lowering my head into her crotch. She giggled and cooed as my short GI style hair cut tickled her crotch and inner thighs.



“Mmmm” I moaned as I inhaled the strong, ripe aroma of the wet crotch of her panties.



Her hands moved to my head as I moved the tip of my nose through the black silk covered slit of her cunt. Wisps of black curly hair peeked out around the sides of the lace trimmed fabric.



“Oooh that feels so good. I feel so naughty but so wild.” She cooed.



After a few minutes of playing and teasing her with her panties on I pushed her legs up toward her chest, rolled her ass up and off the bed, then grabbed the back waist band of her panties and pulled them over her ass and legs. I took the wet crotch of her panties into my mouth and pulled them over her feet and dropped them on her chest.



“Oooh god!” She squealed as I quickly slipped a finger into her tight ass before beginning to lap her cunt with my tongue.



I replaced my tongue with my thumb in her juicy well. She began grinding her hips against my face as my tongue danced around her clit and my finger and thumb twirled around in her ass and cunt. She began to make grunting sounds before my tongue even touched the little pleasure pearl hidden in its protective sheath.



“Aaaaah, oooh, oooh” She cried as she lifted her ass completely off the bed and stiffened her entire body.



I stopped the movement of my finger and thumb and shifted my tongue to the sides of her vulva and inner thighs to give her time to recover for several minutes.



As her breathing subsided and she relaxed I looked up and asked, “Are you ready for another round?”



“Oh yes! That was wonderful but come up here and let me taste my pussy on your lips.”



I obeyed and slowly slid up her torso to her lips and kissed her deeply. She moved her lips and mouth slowly over my face to enjoy the taste and aroma she had left there.



After a few minutes she ordered sternly, “Now get back down there and make me feel wonderful again.”



It was an order I was happy to fulfill as her hands pushed gently on my shoulders. This time I took my time and enjoyed seeing and exploring her beautiful cunt still glistening with her creamy juices. Her inner lips protruded out of the dark hair covered, swollen vulva. Almost like the young Amish girl her labia were dark brown and gave no hint of the beautiful pink treasures hidden inside.



Before she reached a second orgasm I had probed, licked, sucked, and kissed every part of her undercarriage from her tightly puckered ass to her hidden pleasure pearl.



After using the bathroom and fixing fresh drinks we cuddled up on the bed to relax.



“Tell me more about you and your ex and how you got into having sex with others.” She said as she took a sip of her bourbon and coke.



“Well we sort of got into it gradually. We started by joining friends nude in their hot tub. We watched them have sex in front of us then we had sex in front of them. At home afterwards discussed how much we enjoyed it and decided if we had the opportunity to swap partners we would try it if we were in the same room. A month later we were invited to share a beach house with another couple which led to our swapping partners with them in adjoining beds. In time we invited others to join us in threesomes; sometime another man sometimes another woman. My ex got to explorer her bi curiosity side and enjoyed it but I was not interested in bi experiences. Before we tried anything new we discussed it with each other to see how the other felt about it.”



When I paused she asked, “Is that what led to your divorce?”



I answered, “No, not at all. That came about because her biological clock started ticking and she wanted to have children; I didn’t. We even continued to see each other after she remarried and had children.”



We shifted our positions so we could face each other sitting with her legs across mine in a Karma Sutra like position. She moved close so she could guide my still erect cock into her cunt and squeeze me with her muscles. We took complete advantage of being able to see, hear, touch, taste, and smell each other as we talked and played.



I asked, “Would you like to have your husband here to watch us fuck?”



“Yes I would. I would like for him to see how sexy I am and how good I can fuck another man.”



Her hand held me in place as she began to move her hips to feel me inside her wet hole.



She spoke softly, “Yes, I want to see him sitting in that chair watching me enjoy fucking you.”



Her eyes were closed as she continued to grind slowly against me.



I asked, “Would you like for his mistress to be with him so she could see what a great fuck you are too.”



She smiled slightly without opening her eyes, “Yes, that would serve them right for betraying me.”



“Would you let her join us so you could kiss and play with each other’s nipples while my cock slides in and out of your cunt?”



Again she showed the slightest smile with her eyes closed, “That might be nice since I already know what her cunt smells and tastes like.”



A “Mmmm” was heard as she began to grind her hips harder and faster.



Her hand moved from my cock to her clit; her fingers made small circles around and across the small pleasure button. Her breathing increased, her tits giggled and bounced, and her moans became more frequent and louder.



I pushed forward with my hands behind me and matched her hip movements with mine. The sight of her fucking me was as incredible as the feeling of my engorged cock moving in her warm wet cunt. I knew she was close to her peak so I gave up the fight and unloaded in her warmth. I had just enough energy to stay with her to the end then we collapsed opposite of each other with only our genitals joined and our bodies covered in sweat.



The only sound for several minutes was the heaving sounds of trying to catch our breath.



I heard a chuckle from my still unknown partner then, “I should have you to call my husband and tell him what a great fuck I was. I was a great fuck wasn’t I?”

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