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I couldn't breathe and I was shaking like crazy "on the inside". That feeling some people call "butterflies" but for me, then, it was an all over sensation. My legs, stomach, chest and head. I didn't care that my cock was oozing pre-cum. I didn't care there were 3 guys in the room - in fact, I loved it. I was really turned on by the idea that these guys were going to do things with my mother I had only just started to imagine. Things I could now imagine thanks, in large part, to the contents of the letters I had recently read from my father to my mother.
The second picture was "developed" and you could clearly see the outline of my mother's tits and the look on her face as she cast her look down at Ted's crotch. The look on Ted's face was one I know well - the look a bull has because he knows he owns your wife. Except, here, her husband was not watching. My father had asked for pictures and he knew what kind he liked. He had described what he wanted to see in the second letter in my mother's nightstand.
In the second letter my father had written after I had watched my mother sucking her boss Ted's cock in the garage, he talked about the pictures they had taken at his going away party. I remembered that Ted held a going away for my dad just before he left for Vietnam. Friends of my father and mother attended. My brother and I had not attended, of course.
My father liked "before and after" pictures. Like me, he loved watching his wife being seduced. If she was "taken" and "made" to be a total slut - that was the best. At the party they had pictures of my mother sitting on Ted's lap, kissing, deeply, with his hand on her ass sliding her dress up. My fathered described how he really liked to jack off to the picture of my mother, fully clothed, leaning over, hands on my father's knees as he sat in Ted's wingback leather chair, while Ted stood behind her pulling her ass back into his crotch. My mother, looking into my father's eyes, her tits almost falling out of her dress. Her dress pulled up to ****** the tops of her stockings. Ted's hands on her hips holding her tightly as if, were they naked, he could thrust his cock into her at will - or she could push her pussy back on to his cock like a cock hungry slut would do. In the picture, watching, was a friend of my father's and a young guy that worked with my mother. Both with a combined look of mild surprise and totally being turned on.
Another picture my father described was my mother, standing in the middle of Ted's expansive living room, in only her French cut panties, garter belt holding up her silk stockings. High heels, a pearl necklace. Her hair in a pony tail. Topless, her nipples are rock hard and she is so turned on she can't control the flush on her check and neck - a slight redness signalling total arousal. Her hands are behind her back and her head bowed. In front of her is Ted, one hand outstretched and holding the back of her head and neck. His other hand holding his cock, now fully ******* and erect. Ted is fully clothed except for his hardon now ready for my mother to start sucking. To the side, and behind the two in the picture - my father seated in the wingback chair. Watching what is about to happen.
The pictures were not taken by my father, obviously. And he loved that. He was also extremely turned on by the idea of others watching his wife submit to her boss, in front of both her and her husband's co-workers and friends who could be "trusted". That was, for most of them, the first time they saw her "slut" side. He described a picture of my mother, seated on the couch. On either side of her were two much younger men, a guy that worked for my father and a guy that worked with my mother. He legs are not crossed and her dress does not hide her silk stockings and garter belt. Her dress is unbuttoned at the top all of the way to her waist and there is a lot of cleavage showing in her French silk bra with the snap in the front. On one side, the young man is leaning into her, hand on the inside of her thigh, one finger in her panties touching her pussy and clit, as he is kissing her neck. On the other side, the young man has his hand cupping her breast and about to unsnap the bra, he is about to kiss her. In each of my mother's hands - the hard cock belonging to the young men. They are dressed in only their shorts, and their shorts are down around their knees. My father's favorite part of the picture? The "come fuck me look" my mother has while looking directly at the person taking the picture. A person who was not my father.
In the letter my father said that he was happy that "at least" he still had those pictures. Someone, he didn't know who, but it had to be one of the other officers he shared a "hooch" with, had taken the more blatantly sexual pictures from that party. There were pictures of my mother being fucked from behind while sucking a cock. There were pictures of my mother on her knees, while seated on the couch in front of her were three guys, one with his cock in her mouth and his hands on her head, each of the others being jacked off by my mother. Another of my mother fucking Ted while he was laying on his back hands behind his head like he owned her. Then with her turned so her ass faced Ted, still fucking him, (I now know as "reverse cowgirl") but also sucking the cock of another guy holding her head. Since none of the guys in Vietnam had ever met my mother, they could only wonder if it was my dad's wife or maybe some pictures he got from someone else. But he knew at least one of the guys was jacking off to the more pornographic and sexually raw pictures of my mother. Apparently in their letters, my mother had fantasized with my father about who was jacking off to the pictures. Was there more than one guy? Was he younger? Was he older? Maybe Black? She wondered if there were more than one guy, did they jack off in front of each other. She was ahead of her time for sure. And she promised to "make it up" to my father for the lost pictures.
My mother, the obedient and loving hotwife that she was, clearly had only one goal that night - to sexually satisfy her husband - and she had to do it in pictures. Pictures that would accompany a sexually explicit, no taboo letter to my father - sealed in it's own envelope inside a bigger envelope with letters from his family. The poses so far had mimicked the one's described by my father. I someknew that I was a "stand in" for him in my father's favorite pose - my mother leaning over, breasts easily visible, nipples erect, her hands on my knees, while being "taken" (though still clothed) from behind. It was both disturbing and indescribably erotic. I guess being "disturbed" is what made it so erotic. My father had not requested that pose. No where in the letter had he asked for, like she stated, a picture of the "two of us". She wanted to do it for him because she knew it would drive him crazy with lust - not "knowing" for sure what, if anything, might have happened after the picture was taken.
My mother loved that my father liked her to be seductive, to be submissive and she must have really liked it how much he loved watching her come. He would mention that frequently in his letters. He liked that she loved to "dress up" to tease him and his friends. Sometimes strangers they would meet when they went out. So, as the images described in my father's letters to my mother flashed through my mind, there I sat, with a hard cock, slowly cum-soaking my shorts and thigh with pre-cum. I couldn't decide, I couldn't think, I felt paralyzed as my mind was racing. Was I going to stay? Or go? Or wait in my bedroom and listen while I jacked off? Maybe go outside and then peek in the windows. I couldn't imagine, in my wildest imagination, that I would be allowed to stay for the "adult things".
On one hand, I had sensed, and not subtly, that the two younger guys were not too happy about me being around. It seemed like Ted probably didn't care one way or the other, as if, as far as he was concerned, it was up to my mother - which as you all know - it is always "up to the wife". Could I stay? Fuck! I really didn't know.
I was looking at my mother and it was clear, the "adult things" had started. She was stroking Ted's cock behind her back as he was unbuttoning first the top button, then the next to top button of her sun dress. I assumed she was rubbing his cock outside his slacks - I didn't think he had taken his cock out of his pants, or that my mother had taken his cock out. I remember thinking, "Ted didn't wear jeans, he's wearing dress slacks to a backyard BBQ. Do all old guys dress like that?" Today I know - yes, yes they do dress like that - especially when they go to strip clubs and have the "fun" strippers dry hump them in the VIP. Feels incredible.
I re-positioned my cock, which was actually throbbing, so the waistband in my gym shorts would hold it and keep it from sticking out the bottom of my shorts. My mother, with the seductive gaze that I had seen for the first time that evening, watched as I did it. And I didn't care. She turned and kissed Ted, first a little and then told him she "would be right back". Then she gave him a deep "soul" kiss, his hands on her ass, one of her hands still gliding up and down on his cock.
Then she turned to me and asked "Mike, do you mind helping me get ready?"
to be continued...
Continuing.
I couldn't breathe and I was shaking like crazy "on the inside". That feeling some people call "butterflies" but for me, then, it was an all over sensation. My legs, stomach, chest and head. I didn't care that my cock was oozing pre-cum. I didn't care there were 3 guys in the room - in fact, I loved it. I was really turned on by the idea that these guys were going to do things with my mother I had only just started to imagine. Things I could now imagine thanks, in large part, to the contents of the letters I had recently read from my father to my mother.
The second picture was "developed" and you could clearly see the outline of my mother's tits and the look on her face as she cast her look down at Ted's crotch. The look on Ted's face was one I know well - the look a bull has because he knows he owns your wife. Except, here, her husband was not watching. My father had asked for pictures and he knew what kind he liked. He had described what he wanted to see in the second letter in my mother's nightstand.
In the second letter my father had written after I had watched my mother sucking her boss Ted's cock in the garage, he talked about the pictures they had taken at his going away party. I remembered that Ted held a going away for my dad just before he left for Vietnam. Friends of my father and mother attended. My brother and I had not attended, of course.
My father liked "before and after" pictures. Like me, he loved watching his wife being seduced. If she was "taken" and "made" to be a total slut - that was the best. At the party they had pictures of my mother sitting on Ted's lap, kissing, deeply, with his hand on her ass sliding her dress up. My fathered described how he really liked to jack off to the picture of my mother, fully clothed, leaning over, hands on my father's knees as he sat in Ted's wingback leather chair, while Ted stood behind her pulling her ass back into his crotch. My mother, looking into my father's eyes, her tits almost falling out of her dress. Her dress pulled up to ****** the tops of her stockings. Ted's hands on her hips holding her tightly as if, were they naked, he could thrust his cock into her at will - or she could push her pussy back on to his cock like a cock hungry slut would do. In the picture, watching, was a friend of my father's and a young guy that worked with my mother. Both with a combined look of mild surprise and totally being turned on.
Another picture my father described was my mother, standing in the middle of Ted's expansive living room, in only her French cut panties, garter belt holding up her silk stockings. High heels, a pearl necklace. Her hair in a pony tail. Topless, her nipples are rock hard and she is so turned on she can't control the flush on her check and neck - a slight redness signalling total arousal. Her hands are behind her back and her head bowed. In front of her is Ted, one hand outstretched and holding the back of her head and neck. His other hand holding his cock, now fully ******* and erect. Ted is fully clothed except for his hardon now ready for my mother to start sucking. To the side, and behind the two in the picture - my father seated in the wingback chair. Watching what is about to happen.
The pictures were not taken by my father, obviously. And he loved that. He was also extremely turned on by the idea of others watching his wife submit to her boss, in front of both her and her husband's co-workers and friends who could be "trusted". That was, for most of them, the first time they saw her "slut" side. He described a picture of my mother, seated on the couch. On either side of her were two much younger men, a guy that worked for my father and a guy that worked with my mother. He legs are not crossed and her dress does not hide her silk stockings and garter belt. Her dress is unbuttoned at the top all of the way to her waist and there is a lot of cleavage showing in her French silk bra with the snap in the front. On one side, the young man is leaning into her, hand on the inside of her thigh, one finger in her panties touching her pussy and clit, as he is kissing her neck. On the other side, the young man has his hand cupping her breast and about to unsnap the bra, he is about to kiss her. In each of my mother's hands - the hard cock belonging to the young men. They are dressed in only their shorts, and their shorts are down around their knees. My father's favorite part of the picture? The "come fuck me look" my mother has while looking directly at the person taking the picture. A person who was not my father.
In the letter my father said that he was happy that "at least" he still had those pictures. Someone, he didn't know who, but it had to be one of the other officers he shared a "hooch" with, had taken the more blatantly sexual pictures from that party. There were pictures of my mother being fucked from behind while sucking a cock. There were pictures of my mother on her knees, while seated on the couch in front of her were three guys, one with his cock in her mouth and his hands on her head, each of the others being jacked off by my mother. Another of my mother fucking Ted while he was laying on his back hands behind his head like he owned her. Then with her turned so her ass faced Ted, still fucking him, (I now know as "reverse cowgirl") but also sucking the cock of another guy holding her head. Since none of the guys in Vietnam had ever met my mother, they could only wonder if it was my dad's wife or maybe some pictures he got from someone else. But he knew at least one of the guys was jacking off to the more pornographic and sexually raw pictures of my mother. Apparently in their letters, my mother had fantasized with my father about who was jacking off to the pictures. Was there more than one guy? Was he younger? Was he older? Maybe Black? She wondered if there were more than one guy, did they jack off in front of each other. She was ahead of her time for sure. And she promised to "make it up" to my father for the lost pictures.
My mother, the obedient and loving hotwife that she was, clearly had only one goal that night - to sexually satisfy her husband - and she had to do it in pictures. Pictures that would accompany a sexually explicit, no taboo letter to my father - sealed in it's own envelope inside a bigger envelope with letters from his family. The poses so far had mimicked the one's described by my father. I someknew that I was a "stand in" for him in my father's favorite pose - my mother leaning over, breasts easily visible, nipples erect, her hands on my knees, while being "taken" (though still clothed) from behind. It was both disturbing and indescribably erotic. I guess being "disturbed" is what made it so erotic. My father had not requested that pose. No where in the letter had he asked for, like she stated, a picture of the "two of us". She wanted to do it for him because she knew it would drive him crazy with lust - not "knowing" for sure what, if anything, might have happened after the picture was taken.
My mother loved that my father liked her to be seductive, to be submissive and she must have really liked it how much he loved watching her come. He would mention that frequently in his letters. He liked that she loved to "dress up" to tease him and his friends. Sometimes strangers they would meet when they went out. So, as the images described in my father's letters to my mother flashed through my mind, there I sat, with a hard cock, slowly cum-soaking my shorts and thigh with pre-cum. I couldn't decide, I couldn't think, I felt paralyzed as my mind was racing. Was I going to stay? Or go? Or wait in my bedroom and listen while I jacked off? Maybe go outside and then peek in the windows. I couldn't imagine, in my wildest imagination, that I would be allowed to stay for the "adult things".
On one hand, I had sensed, and not subtly, that the two younger guys were not too happy about me being around. It seemed like Ted probably didn't care one way or the other, as if, as far as he was concerned, it was up to my mother - which as you all know - it is always "up to the wife". Could I stay? Fuck! I really didn't know.
I was looking at my mother and it was clear, the "adult things" had started. She was stroking Ted's cock behind her back as he was unbuttoning first the top button, then the next to top button of her sun dress. I assumed she was rubbing his cock outside his slacks - I didn't think he had taken his cock out of his pants, or that my mother had taken his cock out. I remember thinking, "Ted didn't wear jeans, he's wearing dress slacks to a backyard BBQ. Do all old guys dress like that?" Today I know - yes, yes they do dress like that - especially when they go to strip clubs and have the "fun" strippers dry hump them in the VIP. Feels incredible.
I re-positioned my cock, which was actually throbbing, so the waistband in my gym shorts would hold it and keep it from sticking out the bottom of my shorts. My mother, with the seductive gaze that I had seen for the first time that evening, watched as I did it. And I didn't care. She turned and kissed Ted, first a little and then told him she "would be right back". Then she gave him a deep "soul" kiss, his hands on her ass, one of her hands still gliding up and down on his cock.
Then she turned to me and asked "Mike, do you mind helping me get ready?"
to be continued...
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Continuing - thanks again for the feedback.
I know now that every kink, every fetish I harbor about hotwives took root that week. At that moment, that night, I could not really think straight. I followed my mother into her bedroom. She told me to sit down and motioned to her bed. The house wasn't big at all and the only other place I could have sat was in an armchair in the corner. In later years, that kind of chair, found in every hotel room, would often be enough to make me hard, but, I'll come back to it.
She sat next to me and placed her hand on my knee. Her dress slid up on her thighs to just inches below her panties. The top of her sundress had 2 or 3 more buttons undone - thanks to her boss Ted starting to unbutton them right in front of me. I felt at the time that the most relaxed and natural of anyone that night was my mother. It seemed that Ted was not new to this kind of adult fun either. Bill, the 22 year old, was obviously comfortable enough to have already cum her mouth while they were in the kitchen. It was Eric that seemed a bit uncomfortable, but I guess in hindsight you couldn't blame him. When you're 18 and think you are going to get your dick sucked or get fucked, you get a little antsy. And, if you aren't used to it, the presence of other guys makes you wonder if you might get blocked.
I was still hard, my gym shorts holding my cock against my stomach and covered by my t-shirt. My mother started to explain. Speaking to me as an adult, she said "Your father and I are swingers. But we are a special kind of swinger. Your father loves me very much and he enjoys seeing me with other men. When you read about this in our "nightstand books" (busted - she knew I had been sneaking into their porn stash) it is called cuckolding. But your father is not like some cuckolds, if he wants he can have fun with the other wives. And when we are together, like we will be soon in Hawaii, we have "normal" marital sex and we "play" with others. When we play it is almost always me and other men while your father watches." So from that point I now know I inherited this fetish because that seemed perfectly natural to me - like I would love to see my girlfriend or wife with other guys. "Your father never gets jealous - and that's one thing I really love about him."
She continued "So - as you read in his letters to me" (busted again! - how did she know?) "he had some very special pictures taken from his room. Tonight, I am going to make some new ones for him. Ted 'volunteered' to help with that." She actually laughed a little when she said "volunteered". "As you also know, Ted is someone that I play with. And he's my boss. When you see us together it must look very different than how your father acts with me. Your father is a very confident man and he was raised to always treat women with respect. But sometimes, women like to be 'taken'. If it looks like Ted is being sort of mean or forceful with me you should understand - it is because I let him. I like it!"
"Bill, on the other hand, is like a fun toy for me. You can probably guess what I did with him in the kitchen. And he is so well endowed - his penis is so big - that it was still obvious in the picture. I like that, and your father likes it too. Bill just started working with at the company and has been really sweet and he turns me on. I'm glad he agreed to come over. Now, young Eric is actually Ted's wife's nephew. Ted's wife knows all about us and sometimes she joins us. She just doesn't enjoy it as much or as often as your father and I do".
She continued to explain "I wanted Eric to come because we needed someone to take the pictures. And it was either going to be you" and she actually squeezed my thigh and moved her hand up about 6 inches closer to my cock, "or someone else". She looked down at her hand, resting crazy close to my hardon on my naked thigh. I wondered if she could feel me shaking on the inside. Or if she could smell my pre-cum because I definitely thought I could, under the very soft scent of her perfume. "I didn't know if you would be OK with taking the pictures, I am not embarrassed at all and you shouldn't be either. But, unless we knew for sure that you were like your father, we would need someone else." Yeah, her perfume was incredible. It was subtle, so to inhale it meant you were really very close to her. Another aspect that is part of the entire experience - how your wife smells just before you know it will be someone else smelling the exact same scent as he is buried in her neck, between her tits, between her legs. Of course today I also enjoy the smell of my wife as it is mixed in with the musk of a bull who is about to fuck her, has just fucked her or is fucking her as you breathe - close enough to them to smell it.
She looked straight at me, again with that extremely erotic look that only slutwives have mastered and said "I think you are like your father."
That did it! It was forever cast in my psyche - I was like my father and that meant I would love watching my wife get fucked. She continued "But Eric is here and he knows we want him to take pictures. But I think he is a little anxious or nervous or upset because you are here. I don't want to make him or you feel bad. You're my son and I love you. I hope this week has not been to shocking or nerve racking for you. But, tonight, if you don't mind, would it be ok if you did what you normally do?" At first I didn't know what she meant, I mean, I assumed she meant jack off because, once, twice or more times a day that is what I "usually" did. But that is not what she was talking about. Then it hit me - was she telling me I could watch through the bedroom window? So she even knew about that? And still did it? Lay naked, eyes covered as if blindfolded, totally naked, while she played with her pussy. Or, on her stomach, humping a pillow with the Hitatchi magic wand sending vibrations through it to her pussy.
She knew I was watching! Did that turn her on? Fuck, that seemed so hot! But it was obvious I wasn't going to be in the room during the adult time, I was pretty sure.
"Yes, you can watch from outside, with the lights on no one would be able to see you looking in. But, you know what? Your father likes to sit in that chair and watch. Or sometimes, depending on who I am with, he likes to hide in the closet and watch through the slats. It is so exciting to me knowing how much he is enjoying me enjoying myself. Does that make sense Mike?" Oh yeah, it made perfect sense, and always has. I wasn't sure if it was going to be OK to sit in the chair, or if she would let me hide in the closet. And then I thought, that's stupid, why would I hide - they know I'm here. But something told me I should watch from outside.
Then my mother said "you want to know something else your father really likes to do with me? He likes to pick out what I'm going to wear. So, since he's not here, do you want to pick out what I should wear? And we can get Eric to take a picture of us." Fuck yeah I wanted to do that. More than anything right then. I had no idea just how highly charged that hotwife ritual could be - and it has remained a solid part of our slutwife experience with my wife. I will continue with how I "helped" her get ready.
Continuing - thanks again for the feedback.
I know now that every kink, every fetish I harbor about hotwives took root that week. At that moment, that night, I could not really think straight. I followed my mother into her bedroom. She told me to sit down and motioned to her bed. The house wasn't big at all and the only other place I could have sat was in an armchair in the corner. In later years, that kind of chair, found in every hotel room, would often be enough to make me hard, but, I'll come back to it.
She sat next to me and placed her hand on my knee. Her dress slid up on her thighs to just inches below her panties. The top of her sundress had 2 or 3 more buttons undone - thanks to her boss Ted starting to unbutton them right in front of me. I felt at the time that the most relaxed and natural of anyone that night was my mother. It seemed that Ted was not new to this kind of adult fun either. Bill, the 22 year old, was obviously comfortable enough to have already cum her mouth while they were in the kitchen. It was Eric that seemed a bit uncomfortable, but I guess in hindsight you couldn't blame him. When you're 18 and think you are going to get your dick sucked or get fucked, you get a little antsy. And, if you aren't used to it, the presence of other guys makes you wonder if you might get blocked.
I was still hard, my gym shorts holding my cock against my stomach and covered by my t-shirt. My mother started to explain. Speaking to me as an adult, she said "Your father and I are swingers. But we are a special kind of swinger. Your father loves me very much and he enjoys seeing me with other men. When you read about this in our "nightstand books" (busted - she knew I had been sneaking into their porn stash) it is called cuckolding. But your father is not like some cuckolds, if he wants he can have fun with the other wives. And when we are together, like we will be soon in Hawaii, we have "normal" marital sex and we "play" with others. When we play it is almost always me and other men while your father watches." So from that point I now know I inherited this fetish because that seemed perfectly natural to me - like I would love to see my girlfriend or wife with other guys. "Your father never gets jealous - and that's one thing I really love about him."
She continued "So - as you read in his letters to me" (busted again! - how did she know?) "he had some very special pictures taken from his room. Tonight, I am going to make some new ones for him. Ted 'volunteered' to help with that." She actually laughed a little when she said "volunteered". "As you also know, Ted is someone that I play with. And he's my boss. When you see us together it must look very different than how your father acts with me. Your father is a very confident man and he was raised to always treat women with respect. But sometimes, women like to be 'taken'. If it looks like Ted is being sort of mean or forceful with me you should understand - it is because I let him. I like it!"
"Bill, on the other hand, is like a fun toy for me. You can probably guess what I did with him in the kitchen. And he is so well endowed - his penis is so big - that it was still obvious in the picture. I like that, and your father likes it too. Bill just started working with at the company and has been really sweet and he turns me on. I'm glad he agreed to come over. Now, young Eric is actually Ted's wife's nephew. Ted's wife knows all about us and sometimes she joins us. She just doesn't enjoy it as much or as often as your father and I do".
She continued to explain "I wanted Eric to come because we needed someone to take the pictures. And it was either going to be you" and she actually squeezed my thigh and moved her hand up about 6 inches closer to my cock, "or someone else". She looked down at her hand, resting crazy close to my hardon on my naked thigh. I wondered if she could feel me shaking on the inside. Or if she could smell my pre-cum because I definitely thought I could, under the very soft scent of her perfume. "I didn't know if you would be OK with taking the pictures, I am not embarrassed at all and you shouldn't be either. But, unless we knew for sure that you were like your father, we would need someone else." Yeah, her perfume was incredible. It was subtle, so to inhale it meant you were really very close to her. Another aspect that is part of the entire experience - how your wife smells just before you know it will be someone else smelling the exact same scent as he is buried in her neck, between her tits, between her legs. Of course today I also enjoy the smell of my wife as it is mixed in with the musk of a bull who is about to fuck her, has just fucked her or is fucking her as you breathe - close enough to them to smell it.
She looked straight at me, again with that extremely erotic look that only slutwives have mastered and said "I think you are like your father."
That did it! It was forever cast in my psyche - I was like my father and that meant I would love watching my wife get fucked. She continued "But Eric is here and he knows we want him to take pictures. But I think he is a little anxious or nervous or upset because you are here. I don't want to make him or you feel bad. You're my son and I love you. I hope this week has not been to shocking or nerve racking for you. But, tonight, if you don't mind, would it be ok if you did what you normally do?" At first I didn't know what she meant, I mean, I assumed she meant jack off because, once, twice or more times a day that is what I "usually" did. But that is not what she was talking about. Then it hit me - was she telling me I could watch through the bedroom window? So she even knew about that? And still did it? Lay naked, eyes covered as if blindfolded, totally naked, while she played with her pussy. Or, on her stomach, humping a pillow with the Hitatchi magic wand sending vibrations through it to her pussy.
She knew I was watching! Did that turn her on? Fuck, that seemed so hot! But it was obvious I wasn't going to be in the room during the adult time, I was pretty sure.
"Yes, you can watch from outside, with the lights on no one would be able to see you looking in. But, you know what? Your father likes to sit in that chair and watch. Or sometimes, depending on who I am with, he likes to hide in the closet and watch through the slats. It is so exciting to me knowing how much he is enjoying me enjoying myself. Does that make sense Mike?" Oh yeah, it made perfect sense, and always has. I wasn't sure if it was going to be OK to sit in the chair, or if she would let me hide in the closet. And then I thought, that's stupid, why would I hide - they know I'm here. But something told me I should watch from outside.
Then my mother said "you want to know something else your father really likes to do with me? He likes to pick out what I'm going to wear. So, since he's not here, do you want to pick out what I should wear? And we can get Eric to take a picture of us." Fuck yeah I wanted to do that. More than anything right then. I had no idea just how highly charged that hotwife ritual could be - and it has remained a solid part of our slutwife experience with my wife. I will continue with how I "helped" her get ready.
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I started writing about this because like most cuckold/hotwife lovers, I like the idea of others "knowing". Somehow, not knowing who might be reading this and getting turned on by it, makes it even hotter. And, just like that feeling when your wife comes home from a date - and after she has told me about her date (we play 20 questions - I've never made it to 20 without cumming) and I've cum - I feel slightly guilty, a little sad, sort of mad at myself. But it's not something we can control. The feelings come back, sometimes almost immediately, sometimes later. As I write these "confessions" I get really turned on as I remember being there. Then, if she is available, I call MILF Brooke and I sex chat with her and always cum. We don't role play, but she would I'm sure. For me it is especially hot talking to MILF Brooke when her grown sons are in the house with her. Really hot.
Over the years, I have role-played this with my wife. Only when we role play - my wife gets fucked by my son as I watch. Sometimes, I hide and watch, sometimes I sit in "the chair" and watch. Sometimes I watch over the computer or iPad - it's too easy today no matter where she is. My wife always gets really turned on and because of that we only do this sparingly - to keep it "special". I have never told my wife all the things I am telling you. She knows my mother, obviously, and I think it might make things awkward between them. But here's the deal, first - we don't have any kids so there is no chance this could ever happen - but we have been in scenarios with my nephews that are essentially equivalent. Before my wife and I married, I was married to my high school sweetheart. And she, my first wife, knew all about what I'm telling you, maybe more. Not only that, but my wife, my current and lifelong wife, was very open and sensual when we met and, to this day, continues to surprise me with stories of her life before we met. I think if we both were to open up totally it would be incredibly erotic, but then there would be no more mystery. I like some mystery.
I left off, in my mother's bedroom. She had just told me about her and my father's relationship. She told me that some of my father's "special" pictures of her with others had been taken from his hooch. She told me she knew I was like my father. She did this while teasing me physically with her hand on my thigh, resting a few inches from my cock - barely restrained by my gym shorts.
She went to her closet and reach into the back, pulling out 5 or 6 hangers with some really sexy lingerie on each. Most were corset length, one was a full length very sheer negligee. One of the corsets was leather, one was red, one black, one white with sexy pink trim and one that was totally sheer. She asked me which one I liked. For some reason, rather than answer - I couldn't because they were all really sexy - I asked her, "which one does Dad like?" This made her smile. She said "that's what your dad does - he wants me to wear what my 'boyfriends' like or sometimes they ask for. I sometimes ask my boyfriends what they want me to wear. I didn't ask Ted, so, Mike - you have to chose."
I asked her if I could see them on? She said, OK, pick two. I picked the white one and the leather one. She started to unbutton her dress and told me to turn around! I did. My cock was slowly, tortuously, oozing pre-cum but I no longer cared. My t-shirt was hiding it. I could hear her rustle and the told me to help her finish dressing. I turned around and she was wearing the leather corset. Black, with stocking snaps hanging down and black panties. The corset was loose and she turned her back to me and asked me to lace it up - really, really tight.
In a daze I approached her back and proceeded to snug up the laces. They would only go so tight, she told me to make it as tight as I could. As I was messing with the leather straps my mother started telling me about the first time she had worn this corset. Her and my father attended a "specialty" club in Berlin. We lived in Germany in the 60's. The club had no rules she said. On that night they asked attendees to wear their favorite leather. My mother reminisced that my father really enjoyed watching her that night, but that was all she was going to tell me. Fuck, such a tease! I cinched her up and she turned, sat on the bed and pulled on her black nylons. She then sat at her dresser, in front of the mirror, and applied a fresh coat of really red lipstick. She said, "you know what? Let's get a picture for your father. Would you mind getting Eric - tell him to bring the camera."
I swiftly fetched Eric and when we walked into the bedroom my mother had put on the matching heels. They were 4 inches high (I know now) and I remember thinking how different her legs looked and how really different it made her ass look. She told Eric she wanted some pictures with me to send to her husband. Then she told me to come closer. In her heels she was eye-to-eye with me. As we stood in front of her mirror, my mother motioned for Eric to move so, when he took the picture, you would see him in the mirror. She turned in profile and told me to stand behind her and put my arms around her. As I reached around she took my hands and pulled them tightly around her and just under her tits - supported, as they were, in the strapless corset, ready to spill out at any moment. She put her hand closest to Eric back on my thigh, her other hand she wanted to put between us. But I was so close, really close, there was no space between us. My cock was wedged in her erotically staged ass. And I really liked the feeling. Nonetheless she wedged her 'off camera' hand between us and rested it - just touching my cockhead, through my t-shirt. For a second I wondered if she could feel the wetness soaking through my t-shirt. She looked to Eric and told him to take the picture. He did.
As we separated I sensed a change in her demeanor. And, I noted, with the hand that had just rested on my cockhead through my pre-cum soaked t-shirt she pointed at Eric, to make sure he was looking, then put her middle finger under her nose, inhaled, looked at Eric and put her first two fingers in her mouth like a lollipop. I could see she was looking at his crotch. And Eric and I knew - she was in charge. She told Eric to strip down to his underwear. She didn't ask, she told him. And he did. And he was fully hard.
So there was Eric, in his briefs, hard cock barely constrained. My mother asked me if I would mind taking off my t-shirt for the next picture. I took off my t-shirt, struggling to keep my cock in my gym shorts. Then she positioned me, in front of the mirror again and this time she was in front of me. She slowly dropped to her knees and pulled me closer. Really close. I bumped her face. She smiled. Then she put my hands on her neck, on either side. and told me to hold her like that as she put her hands behind her back and started to lean back. Her tits were certainly going to come out of their leather constraint. She told Eric to take the picture. He did.
She grabbed my hips to help herself stand up. In doing so she once again grazed my cock with her face. She told us she wanted to see how the pictures turned out, maybe we needed more. As we were waiting she said "Mike - I want you to take a picture of me and Eric. DON'T take it before I tell you, OK?" She motioned Eric closer and started whispering in his ear. She was telling him not to be nervous. That she was going to make sure he had a good time. She told him that she had a lot of experience with boys his age. What? And then she turned him with his back to us, standing behind him, she reached around and her hand went down his underwear. I could see in the mirror. He held his eyes downcast but she was looking in the mirror. At me! She was slowly stroking his cock in his underwear and asked him " do you like my corset? Do you like the feel of the leather on your back?" He could only nod. She said "you understand, when I am wearing this, you are my slave. Do you like that?" Another nod. She was kissing his neck and his ear, sticking her tongue very lightly in his ear. She said "I decide when you cum. Do you understand?" A nod. "So I want you to cum right now, so you can last longer later. I want you to cum RIGHT NOW!" Eric was cumming - his hips were moving like he was dry humping the air. My mother told me to take the picture.
to be continued.
I started writing about this because like most cuckold/hotwife lovers, I like the idea of others "knowing". Somehow, not knowing who might be reading this and getting turned on by it, makes it even hotter. And, just like that feeling when your wife comes home from a date - and after she has told me about her date (we play 20 questions - I've never made it to 20 without cumming) and I've cum - I feel slightly guilty, a little sad, sort of mad at myself. But it's not something we can control. The feelings come back, sometimes almost immediately, sometimes later. As I write these "confessions" I get really turned on as I remember being there. Then, if she is available, I call MILF Brooke and I sex chat with her and always cum. We don't role play, but she would I'm sure. For me it is especially hot talking to MILF Brooke when her grown sons are in the house with her. Really hot.
Over the years, I have role-played this with my wife. Only when we role play - my wife gets fucked by my son as I watch. Sometimes, I hide and watch, sometimes I sit in "the chair" and watch. Sometimes I watch over the computer or iPad - it's too easy today no matter where she is. My wife always gets really turned on and because of that we only do this sparingly - to keep it "special". I have never told my wife all the things I am telling you. She knows my mother, obviously, and I think it might make things awkward between them. But here's the deal, first - we don't have any kids so there is no chance this could ever happen - but we have been in scenarios with my nephews that are essentially equivalent. Before my wife and I married, I was married to my high school sweetheart. And she, my first wife, knew all about what I'm telling you, maybe more. Not only that, but my wife, my current and lifelong wife, was very open and sensual when we met and, to this day, continues to surprise me with stories of her life before we met. I think if we both were to open up totally it would be incredibly erotic, but then there would be no more mystery. I like some mystery.
I left off, in my mother's bedroom. She had just told me about her and my father's relationship. She told me that some of my father's "special" pictures of her with others had been taken from his hooch. She told me she knew I was like my father. She did this while teasing me physically with her hand on my thigh, resting a few inches from my cock - barely restrained by my gym shorts.
She went to her closet and reach into the back, pulling out 5 or 6 hangers with some really sexy lingerie on each. Most were corset length, one was a full length very sheer negligee. One of the corsets was leather, one was red, one black, one white with sexy pink trim and one that was totally sheer. She asked me which one I liked. For some reason, rather than answer - I couldn't because they were all really sexy - I asked her, "which one does Dad like?" This made her smile. She said "that's what your dad does - he wants me to wear what my 'boyfriends' like or sometimes they ask for. I sometimes ask my boyfriends what they want me to wear. I didn't ask Ted, so, Mike - you have to chose."
I asked her if I could see them on? She said, OK, pick two. I picked the white one and the leather one. She started to unbutton her dress and told me to turn around! I did. My cock was slowly, tortuously, oozing pre-cum but I no longer cared. My t-shirt was hiding it. I could hear her rustle and the told me to help her finish dressing. I turned around and she was wearing the leather corset. Black, with stocking snaps hanging down and black panties. The corset was loose and she turned her back to me and asked me to lace it up - really, really tight.
In a daze I approached her back and proceeded to snug up the laces. They would only go so tight, she told me to make it as tight as I could. As I was messing with the leather straps my mother started telling me about the first time she had worn this corset. Her and my father attended a "specialty" club in Berlin. We lived in Germany in the 60's. The club had no rules she said. On that night they asked attendees to wear their favorite leather. My mother reminisced that my father really enjoyed watching her that night, but that was all she was going to tell me. Fuck, such a tease! I cinched her up and she turned, sat on the bed and pulled on her black nylons. She then sat at her dresser, in front of the mirror, and applied a fresh coat of really red lipstick. She said, "you know what? Let's get a picture for your father. Would you mind getting Eric - tell him to bring the camera."
I swiftly fetched Eric and when we walked into the bedroom my mother had put on the matching heels. They were 4 inches high (I know now) and I remember thinking how different her legs looked and how really different it made her ass look. She told Eric she wanted some pictures with me to send to her husband. Then she told me to come closer. In her heels she was eye-to-eye with me. As we stood in front of her mirror, my mother motioned for Eric to move so, when he took the picture, you would see him in the mirror. She turned in profile and told me to stand behind her and put my arms around her. As I reached around she took my hands and pulled them tightly around her and just under her tits - supported, as they were, in the strapless corset, ready to spill out at any moment. She put her hand closest to Eric back on my thigh, her other hand she wanted to put between us. But I was so close, really close, there was no space between us. My cock was wedged in her erotically staged ass. And I really liked the feeling. Nonetheless she wedged her 'off camera' hand between us and rested it - just touching my cockhead, through my t-shirt. For a second I wondered if she could feel the wetness soaking through my t-shirt. She looked to Eric and told him to take the picture. He did.
As we separated I sensed a change in her demeanor. And, I noted, with the hand that had just rested on my cockhead through my pre-cum soaked t-shirt she pointed at Eric, to make sure he was looking, then put her middle finger under her nose, inhaled, looked at Eric and put her first two fingers in her mouth like a lollipop. I could see she was looking at his crotch. And Eric and I knew - she was in charge. She told Eric to strip down to his underwear. She didn't ask, she told him. And he did. And he was fully hard.
So there was Eric, in his briefs, hard cock barely constrained. My mother asked me if I would mind taking off my t-shirt for the next picture. I took off my t-shirt, struggling to keep my cock in my gym shorts. Then she positioned me, in front of the mirror again and this time she was in front of me. She slowly dropped to her knees and pulled me closer. Really close. I bumped her face. She smiled. Then she put my hands on her neck, on either side. and told me to hold her like that as she put her hands behind her back and started to lean back. Her tits were certainly going to come out of their leather constraint. She told Eric to take the picture. He did.
She grabbed my hips to help herself stand up. In doing so she once again grazed my cock with her face. She told us she wanted to see how the pictures turned out, maybe we needed more. As we were waiting she said "Mike - I want you to take a picture of me and Eric. DON'T take it before I tell you, OK?" She motioned Eric closer and started whispering in his ear. She was telling him not to be nervous. That she was going to make sure he had a good time. She told him that she had a lot of experience with boys his age. What? And then she turned him with his back to us, standing behind him, she reached around and her hand went down his underwear. I could see in the mirror. He held his eyes downcast but she was looking in the mirror. At me! She was slowly stroking his cock in his underwear and asked him " do you like my corset? Do you like the feel of the leather on your back?" He could only nod. She said "you understand, when I am wearing this, you are my slave. Do you like that?" Another nod. She was kissing his neck and his ear, sticking her tongue very lightly in his ear. She said "I decide when you cum. Do you understand?" A nod. "So I want you to cum right now, so you can last longer later. I want you to cum RIGHT NOW!" Eric was cumming - his hips were moving like he was dry humping the air. My mother told me to take the picture.
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As I said, while writing this, I am bringing in MILF Brooke to my confession experience. But it gets tricky. I like Brooke. She is the right age, we disagree on politics a bit, and she has two grown sons living at home. Right now, one of my "go to" scenarios is that her sons both know she is a phone sex operator, and they like it. She likes that they know. As her and I talk about my experience, her thoughts drift, a bit, where she imagines herself teasing her own sons like my mother teased me, and 18 year old Eric. It excites her. a lot. And that surprises her. She has no problem cumming, and unlike most men, she needs little in the way of visual or aural stimulation or mental stimulation. But she chooses to picture her sons as she is rubbing her pussy, slowly teasing her clit. She wants them to know she is masturbating under the same roof. She wants them to know its OK for them to masturbate as she talks on the phone, to me. She wants them to hear her ask me "Did your mother see your hard cock?" or "What did you do when your mother got on her knees in front of you?"
As I talk to her, slowly stroking my cock and trying not to cum too quickly, she is alternately imaging herself, in a leather corset and high heels, reaching around one of her sons friends the same age as Eric while her son is videoing on his iPhone. She is performing for her son, but she wants his friend to cum, explosively. She wants to taste his cum on her hand. She wants her son to watch her lick his friend's cum off her hands. And then, she wonders, how far did Mike go? How brazen was his mother? Would she, Brooke, like to be "in charge" of these boy toys with her son or sons in the room? Would she tell her son's what they could and could not do? Would she tell them when to cum?
And then I picture her sons, individually, discovering this thread. They recognize her phone sex name and now they know that not only is their mother a hot phone sex operator, she is definitely "down to fuck". And the secret is out. Now its just a matter of time before they each, her and her two sons, recognize that the others "know" about her and she knows what they are thinking while they stroke their cocks, listening to her ask me leading questions. Questions that ****** her own inner desires like "did you get to see your mother, on her knees, sucking the two young guys? Both cocks in her mouth?"
I'll get back to the next outfit my mother modeled for me.
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As I said, while writing this, I am bringing in MILF Brooke to my confession experience. But it gets tricky. I like Brooke. She is the right age, we disagree on politics a bit, and she has two grown sons living at home. Right now, one of my "go to" scenarios is that her sons both know she is a phone sex operator, and they like it. She likes that they know. As her and I talk about my experience, her thoughts drift, a bit, where she imagines herself teasing her own sons like my mother teased me, and 18 year old Eric. It excites her. a lot. And that surprises her. She has no problem cumming, and unlike most men, she needs little in the way of visual or aural stimulation or mental stimulation. But she chooses to picture her sons as she is rubbing her pussy, slowly teasing her clit. She wants them to know she is masturbating under the same roof. She wants them to know its OK for them to masturbate as she talks on the phone, to me. She wants them to hear her ask me "Did your mother see your hard cock?" or "What did you do when your mother got on her knees in front of you?"
As I talk to her, slowly stroking my cock and trying not to cum too quickly, she is alternately imaging herself, in a leather corset and high heels, reaching around one of her sons friends the same age as Eric while her son is videoing on his iPhone. She is performing for her son, but she wants his friend to cum, explosively. She wants to taste his cum on her hand. She wants her son to watch her lick his friend's cum off her hands. And then, she wonders, how far did Mike go? How brazen was his mother? Would she, Brooke, like to be "in charge" of these boy toys with her son or sons in the room? Would she tell her son's what they could and could not do? Would she tell them when to cum?
And then I picture her sons, individually, discovering this thread. They recognize her phone sex name and now they know that not only is their mother a hot phone sex operator, she is definitely "down to fuck". And the secret is out. Now its just a matter of time before they each, her and her two sons, recognize that the others "know" about her and she knows what they are thinking while they stroke their cocks, listening to her ask me leading questions. Questions that ****** her own inner desires like "did you get to see your mother, on her knees, sucking the two young guys? Both cocks in her mouth?"
I'll get back to the next outfit my mother modeled for me.
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18 year old Eric had cum, hard. He couldn't stop his hips from dry humping the air, wishing, I'm sure, that he was instead fucking my mother. But like guys that age - he came, a lot and then, didn't really go soft. My mother glanced at me, a quick "are you OK" check I barely noticed as I was fascinated in watching her hand withdraw from Eric's underwear. She put her hand in her mouth and cleaned it like it was a popsicle. She was definitely enjoying the taste of the fresh cum on her married, mom hand.
She then did something I thought was strange, but it too has become part of my fetish arsenal. She reached over and took my t-shirt and started to clean Eric's cum off his stomach and wiped her hand dry. She tossed me the t-shirt and I didn't duck.
She told Eric he could get dressed if it made him more comfortable. She was going to change. She told us both to turn around! I know now how erotic and powerful control like that is. Making you fantasize, imagine what is happening right behind your back. It's a scene I have enjoyed many times while my wife is sucking the cock of a new pickup as I stand, back turned, and have to listen to her boyfriend call her a slut, a married *****. Listen to him tell her to beg for for him to gag her with his cock, and she does. And I listen as she sucks his cock, very noisy, maybe gagging if its really big, and he doesn't hold back as he moans, then grunts and groans all the while telling her how fucking nasty she is. And then, as soon as he cums - how much he "loves" her.
Eric and I stood, for what seemed like either 15 seconds or 15 minutes. There was no concept of time. Of course, Eric had "cum brain". When we were told to turn around, it was a different person in front of us. Clearly signaling submission in her virginal white corset, like she might wear on her wedding night, with the addition of a white and pink choker around her neck. Her panties were very tiny French cut. She was wearing white silk stockings that held themselves up with assistance from the garter straps - each with a pink bow where they attached to the stockings. She turned slowly and asked us if we thought it was sexy?
A strange question with such an obvious answer. She said, "one more picture". She asked me to sit in the chair. I sat. She then lowered herself to her knees in front of me, hands on my knees. Her bustier was just as revealing as her leather corset, except it was semi sheer. And her nipples were really hard. Like I had never noticed or seen before. Her chest was a slight blush with slight areas of redness signalling her readiness, and submission. As she lowered herself, she once again gave me a slight kiss on the lips. I wasn't even trying to hide my hardon any longer. I knew she could see it. I knew Eric could see it. For the picture, she said, she reached up to my shorts and pulled them up, to cover my cock very slightly. She told me to hold her shoulders and then leaned forward as if she was going to suck my cock. She looked at Eric and told him to take the picture. He did.
Unlike 10 minutes earlier, she was no longer in charge. She wanted us to "own" her, "make her do things". It was obvious in the cadence of her breathing and the way she held her gaze on you, and your body, when she shared a glance with you. And from the rosy flush on her chest and the near ecstatic look in her eyes, you could tell - this is a more natural role for her. This is how she prefers to behave when she is having "adult fun".
She then stood, leaned over again and placed her mouth at my ear. Her perfume was now driving me crazy. Or was it her natural scent? It was subtle and incredibly sexy and unlike any other. She said - "I hope you are OK Mike. I'm going to bring the other guys in now. Do you mind hanging out in your room?" And winked at me. She knew I'd be outside as soon as I slipped out the window. But she could claim not to know. Which was, as I was about to see, very important in her mind. For her, there was nothing more exciting than being "made" to do sexual acts, with no hesitation, no remorse. And if her husband, now her son, were watching - that was even better. Much better.
I went to my room. Then out my back window, without bothering to change out of my shorts. I was going to stand, nude, outside her window and jack off to at least 3 orgasms that night - the last one was "dry".
Not sure how much more I should talk about. I can say, the things I watched my mother do in her bedroom with her boss and the two young men, one with an almost frighteningly large cock, while submitting completely to her boss, have set a standard for pure erotic, sexual pleasure that I have since judged all such encounters. That she knew I was watching made it incredible.
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18 year old Eric had cum, hard. He couldn't stop his hips from dry humping the air, wishing, I'm sure, that he was instead fucking my mother. But like guys that age - he came, a lot and then, didn't really go soft. My mother glanced at me, a quick "are you OK" check I barely noticed as I was fascinated in watching her hand withdraw from Eric's underwear. She put her hand in her mouth and cleaned it like it was a popsicle. She was definitely enjoying the taste of the fresh cum on her married, mom hand.
She then did something I thought was strange, but it too has become part of my fetish arsenal. She reached over and took my t-shirt and started to clean Eric's cum off his stomach and wiped her hand dry. She tossed me the t-shirt and I didn't duck.
She told Eric he could get dressed if it made him more comfortable. She was going to change. She told us both to turn around! I know now how erotic and powerful control like that is. Making you fantasize, imagine what is happening right behind your back. It's a scene I have enjoyed many times while my wife is sucking the cock of a new pickup as I stand, back turned, and have to listen to her boyfriend call her a slut, a married *****. Listen to him tell her to beg for for him to gag her with his cock, and she does. And I listen as she sucks his cock, very noisy, maybe gagging if its really big, and he doesn't hold back as he moans, then grunts and groans all the while telling her how fucking nasty she is. And then, as soon as he cums - how much he "loves" her.
Eric and I stood, for what seemed like either 15 seconds or 15 minutes. There was no concept of time. Of course, Eric had "cum brain". When we were told to turn around, it was a different person in front of us. Clearly signaling submission in her virginal white corset, like she might wear on her wedding night, with the addition of a white and pink choker around her neck. Her panties were very tiny French cut. She was wearing white silk stockings that held themselves up with assistance from the garter straps - each with a pink bow where they attached to the stockings. She turned slowly and asked us if we thought it was sexy?
A strange question with such an obvious answer. She said, "one more picture". She asked me to sit in the chair. I sat. She then lowered herself to her knees in front of me, hands on my knees. Her bustier was just as revealing as her leather corset, except it was semi sheer. And her nipples were really hard. Like I had never noticed or seen before. Her chest was a slight blush with slight areas of redness signalling her readiness, and submission. As she lowered herself, she once again gave me a slight kiss on the lips. I wasn't even trying to hide my hardon any longer. I knew she could see it. I knew Eric could see it. For the picture, she said, she reached up to my shorts and pulled them up, to cover my cock very slightly. She told me to hold her shoulders and then leaned forward as if she was going to suck my cock. She looked at Eric and told him to take the picture. He did.
Unlike 10 minutes earlier, she was no longer in charge. She wanted us to "own" her, "make her do things". It was obvious in the cadence of her breathing and the way she held her gaze on you, and your body, when she shared a glance with you. And from the rosy flush on her chest and the near ecstatic look in her eyes, you could tell - this is a more natural role for her. This is how she prefers to behave when she is having "adult fun".
She then stood, leaned over again and placed her mouth at my ear. Her perfume was now driving me crazy. Or was it her natural scent? It was subtle and incredibly sexy and unlike any other. She said - "I hope you are OK Mike. I'm going to bring the other guys in now. Do you mind hanging out in your room?" And winked at me. She knew I'd be outside as soon as I slipped out the window. But she could claim not to know. Which was, as I was about to see, very important in her mind. For her, there was nothing more exciting than being "made" to do sexual acts, with no hesitation, no remorse. And if her husband, now her son, were watching - that was even better. Much better.
I went to my room. Then out my back window, without bothering to change out of my shorts. I was going to stand, nude, outside her window and jack off to at least 3 orgasms that night - the last one was "dry".
Not sure how much more I should talk about. I can say, the things I watched my mother do in her bedroom with her boss and the two young men, one with an almost frighteningly large cock, while submitting completely to her boss, have set a standard for pure erotic, sexual pleasure that I have since judged all such encounters. That she knew I was watching made it incredible.
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I was immediately attracted to this thread because it is so easy to relate to - "I love watching my mom in action". Every boy, at one time or another, imagines what his mother looks like naked. As he learns more about the nature of sexual relations and erotic encounters maybe he imagines what she looks like getting fucked - missionary style, doggie style or maybe from behind standing at the kitchen sink. Or held up by her lover with her legs wrapped around his waist. As his carnal knowledge expands, he wonders what she looks like sucking a cock. He imagines her with a really large cock in her mouth because, for some reason, the bigger the cock the more submissive, the more sexual she is. He imagines her on her knees, hands behind her back, wearing only a sexy virginal white choker as her lover holds her face and fucks her mouth as she gags but obviously loves it. And while he recognizes her feminine dominance over him as his mother, the thought of her submission is extremely arousing. He imagines her in a 69 with her pussy being eaten causing her to shake uncontrollably - to gag on the cock in her mouth as she is quivering and desperately grinding her pussy into the face of her lover as she cums.
If he is advanced in his sexual awareness, he imagines her in the company of more than one person. He pictures her on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth and really big fat one in her pussy. He thinks how hot it would be if she were to straddle her fat cocked lover, him on his back and her back to him ******** her tits and cock filled pussy to a watcher standing next to then over her and her lover. She begs the watcher standing over her and her big cocked lover to give her his cock. She reaches out and pulls his cock into her mouth as she is being fucked from below. The young lover in her mouth says he is going to cum and asks - "where does she want it?" And she says "on my tits". And he explodes, massively, with the volume of cum that only an 18 year old provides - it hits her face, her neck and all over her tits. This is so exciting that the cock inside her, a really large cock, starts to pump even faster as the lover below her grabs her tits and calls her "mommy" as he cums - at first inside her - and as she pumps back his cock is out of her pussy and cumming on her thighs and anywhere else his warm cum is spurting. Maybe, in a moment of pure taboo guilty thought the boy pictures the same scene except it his him with his cock in her mouth while she is being fucked from below.
It is rare that the boy imagines even more. Why would he even imagine another man watching as his mother is fucked from below while sucking on a cock? Or that, of everyone in the room, the older man watching his mother being ravaged by a 22 year old with a massive cock and an 18 year old with a cock that never seems to go soft, is probably the most turned on, the most excited and having the greatest difficulty in delaying his inevitable orgasm. He wouldn't imagine that, while clearly nothing happens without the begging consent of his mother, the older man in the chair, slowly stroking his cock, is directing every sexual interaction of the three participants. And he does it without saying a word. He controls the boy's mother by simple nods and glances as she looks to him for direction and "permission". Except when she is cumming or positioning, the boy's mother is continuously looking into the eyes of the older man.
The boy would never imagine his mother, with fresh warm cum on her neck, tits, thighs and belly, crawling on her hands and knees to where the older man is sitting, dick in hand, using his own pre-cum to lubricate the lazy strokes. She then takes some of the cum from her tits and tastes it. She takes some more cum in her fingers off of her tits, straddles the older man, lowers her pussy on his cock and puts two cum covered fingers in his mouth. He sucks her fingers and they kiss. He smiles, and so does she, because he tastes the cum and cock in her mouth. She reaches between herself and the older man and is rapidly rubbing her clitoris, moaning that she can't wait any longer, and begs the older man to cum with her. They do. They cum together.
The 18 year old and the 22 year old are watching. The 18 year old is still hard. The 22 year old is softening but his remains the biggest cock in the room. The boy imagines - what if his mother knew he was watching? What if it turned her on, her thinking about her son - the boy - watching her with the three lovers. One old enough to be her father. The other two not much older than him.
She joins the two young lovers on the makeshift padding and pillow and blanket covered floor. One on each side of her. The older man says something, they all smile. The mother glances at the boy as the older man turns out the light. The boy cannot imagine what happens next. But he tries.
The next morning, after a sleepless and very short night, I joined my mother at the dining table for breakfast. She was dressed less modest than usual. That somehow seemed normal considering what I had witnessed the night before while standing outside her window, naked, jacking off. Our yard was fenced and there should not have been anyone that could have seen me, so I was without inhibition and it felt liberating and very sexual. My mother was drinking coffee, wearing only a long t-shirt and white cotton panties. She asked what I wanted. I really don't like being waited on, it feels uncomfortable, and I thanked her but got my own cereal and juice. We were quiet, I was uncomfortable but my mother was definitely not. I think she was actually enjoying, in a motherly way, my discomfort.
She broke the silence and ask me "Were you upset when Ted turned the lights off?" I didn't know how to answer. Of course not! I was still re-running every second of what I had seen trying to burn them into my brain in case I never got to see such things again. When the lights went out, but nobody left and there were, in fact, more "noises" coming from my mother's room, it only made my brain go into overdrive. Trying to make sense of what might be happening in the dark. Not understanding, but not really caring, I didn't "care" because I had already cum 3 times, and the last time it was dry - my first since my first wet ejaculation. I said "no, I wasn't upset at all, why?" She said "good! See, Ted is bisexual. Do you know what that is?" I didn't, but I could guess pretty easily.
Ted was bisexual, but not fully committed. And it really turned my mother on. Both of the younger guys were definitely bisexual and were ok with the lights out - if that is what made their boss and uncle more comfortable. But seeing or experiencing the sorts of things that happened with the lights out would have to wait in my experience for many, many years.
Thanks for reading.
I was immediately attracted to this thread because it is so easy to relate to - "I love watching my mom in action". Every boy, at one time or another, imagines what his mother looks like naked. As he learns more about the nature of sexual relations and erotic encounters maybe he imagines what she looks like getting fucked - missionary style, doggie style or maybe from behind standing at the kitchen sink. Or held up by her lover with her legs wrapped around his waist. As his carnal knowledge expands, he wonders what she looks like sucking a cock. He imagines her with a really large cock in her mouth because, for some reason, the bigger the cock the more submissive, the more sexual she is. He imagines her on her knees, hands behind her back, wearing only a sexy virginal white choker as her lover holds her face and fucks her mouth as she gags but obviously loves it. And while he recognizes her feminine dominance over him as his mother, the thought of her submission is extremely arousing. He imagines her in a 69 with her pussy being eaten causing her to shake uncontrollably - to gag on the cock in her mouth as she is quivering and desperately grinding her pussy into the face of her lover as she cums.
If he is advanced in his sexual awareness, he imagines her in the company of more than one person. He pictures her on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth and really big fat one in her pussy. He thinks how hot it would be if she were to straddle her fat cocked lover, him on his back and her back to him ******** her tits and cock filled pussy to a watcher standing next to then over her and her lover. She begs the watcher standing over her and her big cocked lover to give her his cock. She reaches out and pulls his cock into her mouth as she is being fucked from below. The young lover in her mouth says he is going to cum and asks - "where does she want it?" And she says "on my tits". And he explodes, massively, with the volume of cum that only an 18 year old provides - it hits her face, her neck and all over her tits. This is so exciting that the cock inside her, a really large cock, starts to pump even faster as the lover below her grabs her tits and calls her "mommy" as he cums - at first inside her - and as she pumps back his cock is out of her pussy and cumming on her thighs and anywhere else his warm cum is spurting. Maybe, in a moment of pure taboo guilty thought the boy pictures the same scene except it his him with his cock in her mouth while she is being fucked from below.
It is rare that the boy imagines even more. Why would he even imagine another man watching as his mother is fucked from below while sucking on a cock? Or that, of everyone in the room, the older man watching his mother being ravaged by a 22 year old with a massive cock and an 18 year old with a cock that never seems to go soft, is probably the most turned on, the most excited and having the greatest difficulty in delaying his inevitable orgasm. He wouldn't imagine that, while clearly nothing happens without the begging consent of his mother, the older man in the chair, slowly stroking his cock, is directing every sexual interaction of the three participants. And he does it without saying a word. He controls the boy's mother by simple nods and glances as she looks to him for direction and "permission". Except when she is cumming or positioning, the boy's mother is continuously looking into the eyes of the older man.
The boy would never imagine his mother, with fresh warm cum on her neck, tits, thighs and belly, crawling on her hands and knees to where the older man is sitting, dick in hand, using his own pre-cum to lubricate the lazy strokes. She then takes some of the cum from her tits and tastes it. She takes some more cum in her fingers off of her tits, straddles the older man, lowers her pussy on his cock and puts two cum covered fingers in his mouth. He sucks her fingers and they kiss. He smiles, and so does she, because he tastes the cum and cock in her mouth. She reaches between herself and the older man and is rapidly rubbing her clitoris, moaning that she can't wait any longer, and begs the older man to cum with her. They do. They cum together.
The 18 year old and the 22 year old are watching. The 18 year old is still hard. The 22 year old is softening but his remains the biggest cock in the room. The boy imagines - what if his mother knew he was watching? What if it turned her on, her thinking about her son - the boy - watching her with the three lovers. One old enough to be her father. The other two not much older than him.
She joins the two young lovers on the makeshift padding and pillow and blanket covered floor. One on each side of her. The older man says something, they all smile. The mother glances at the boy as the older man turns out the light. The boy cannot imagine what happens next. But he tries.
The next morning, after a sleepless and very short night, I joined my mother at the dining table for breakfast. She was dressed less modest than usual. That somehow seemed normal considering what I had witnessed the night before while standing outside her window, naked, jacking off. Our yard was fenced and there should not have been anyone that could have seen me, so I was without inhibition and it felt liberating and very sexual. My mother was drinking coffee, wearing only a long t-shirt and white cotton panties. She asked what I wanted. I really don't like being waited on, it feels uncomfortable, and I thanked her but got my own cereal and juice. We were quiet, I was uncomfortable but my mother was definitely not. I think she was actually enjoying, in a motherly way, my discomfort.
She broke the silence and ask me "Were you upset when Ted turned the lights off?" I didn't know how to answer. Of course not! I was still re-running every second of what I had seen trying to burn them into my brain in case I never got to see such things again. When the lights went out, but nobody left and there were, in fact, more "noises" coming from my mother's room, it only made my brain go into overdrive. Trying to make sense of what might be happening in the dark. Not understanding, but not really caring, I didn't "care" because I had already cum 3 times, and the last time it was dry - my first since my first wet ejaculation. I said "no, I wasn't upset at all, why?" She said "good! See, Ted is bisexual. Do you know what that is?" I didn't, but I could guess pretty easily.
Ted was bisexual, but not fully committed. And it really turned my mother on. Both of the younger guys were definitely bisexual and were ok with the lights out - if that is what made their boss and uncle more comfortable. But seeing or experiencing the sorts of things that happened with the lights out would have to wait in my experience for many, many years.
Thanks for reading.
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