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My Favorite Sub

By: MustangKathi



I had now been in my job as a pro domme at Rebecca's Hidden Chamber for a couple of months. The money was good, the other dommes were nice, and I enjoyed helping men (and the occasional couple) cum. I'd even become somewhat close to one of my regulars, a man named Peter. You met him in my first story, "My First Day As a Pro Domme." 

He was a kinky beast, but I found his lack of inhibitions refreshing. He was willing to try pretty much anything once — saran wrap mummification, violet wands, whatever. He had a dirty mind, he knew it and he liked it. My kind of boy.

He also loved being fucked in the ass, and I consider that my specialty. I'm a lesbian, so I've gotten a lot of practice with a strap-on. I'm good with a dick.

I also had a feeling that I had met Peter once, but I could not remember where. We'd even talked about it, but we couldn't figure it out. Sometimes, that just happens in New York. At a minimum, Peter had a "familiar" quality to him.

The saran wrap mummification was my idea. One of the other dommes had told me about it, and I needed someone to experiment on. Peter gladly agreed, which is why he was standing before me, naked, arms by his side, legs spread.

I wrapped every inch of his legs with a couple layers of saran wrap, but left his cock exposed. Then I moved up to his torso, where I bound his arms to his body with the wrap. He leaned back into me, and I lowered him on the ground. That left his head and neck.

"I need you to take a deep breath now," I said. "And leave your mouth open."

He obeyed, and I wrapped the plastic around his head. Quickly, I cut a hole in the plastic so he could breathe.

There he was — covered head to toe in plastic, immobilized and helpless. Only his cock and his mouth were exposed. And his cock was getting hard.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Hot," he said. "Can't move." 

"That's the point, sailor."

I took off my corset and straddled him on my knees.

"Alright, keep your mouth open and don't move your tongue," I said "And breathe out."

I took a deep breath and lied down on top of him. I felt the plastic wrap against my bare breasts, but I could also feel his chest, and his heat, beneath me. I put my lips on his, and pushed the air into his lungs. 

"How's that feel?" I asked "I'm breathing for you."

"It's amazing," he said. 

"Ready for another?"

"Yes, please."

I took another deep breath and placed my lips on his. We were kissing, in a manner, and I knew how much he wanted to french me. But he didn't. And I knew he wouldn't. I kissed him harder, and came up for air. 

I pushed back and slid down his body. I felt his cock against my ass, and had an idea. I pulled his cock between my legs and placed my pussy right on top of it. Then I slid my pussy slowly up and down his cock. Only my panties separated his flesh from mine.

He moaned.


"Tell me what it feels like, Peter," I said.

"It feels terrific," he said. "I think I can feel your pussy lips spreading over my cock."

"I can feel that, too, Peter," I said, "and I like it."

That was true. I loved teasing him, being so close to fucking him.

The violet wand was his idea. It's basically a special kind of light bulb. It's plugged directly into a wall socket, but it's safe as there's a gap between the AC current and the bulb. When the bulb gets close to skin, it completes a circuit and a big wallop of static electricity jumps over to the bulb and then arcs to the victim. Just as important, it makes a loud buzzing sound and glows a soft violet. It's menacing.

He's found a BDSM web site called Wired Pussy, and they regularly used them on their subs. He'd never seen it used on a guy, though, and wanted to try it out.

I had him tied to a chair. Rope encircled his chest and the back of chair, and I'd tied his legs to the legs of the chair, so he had to keep them open. I'd tied up his cock and spread his balls with a rawhide shoelace, so his cock was pointing up and out from his body.

I started at his toes, and brought the wand up his legs. Little bursts of lighting struck at his flesh every few inches, and he would jump. Tied to the chair, he wasn't going anywhere. Then I did the other leg, stopping at the hip. He was sweating and cursing. But there was pre-cum on his cock so I knew he was enjoying it. 

Then I brought the wand up one side of his chest, lingering at his nipple. He tried to move away, but he couldn't. And then I did other side, electrocuting his other nipple.

I held the wand in front of his face.

"Peter, I want you to shock yourself," I said. "I want you to stick out your tongue until it touches the wand. Can you do that for me?"

He looked up at me, and I saw a little panic in his eyes. This was hurting him more than he anticipated. I knew he wanted to please me — this is called submission, after all — but he didn't know if he could bring himself to shock his tongue. 

I reached between his legs, and slowly stroked his cock. I leaned in and tongued his ear, which he loved. Then I whispered "do it for me. Please." I tongued his ear some more, and I felt his ball sac tighten. He was extremely turned on. And he knew that licking the wand would hurt like hell. 

He steeled himself, and stuck out his tongue. Slowly and deliberately, he moved his head forward until a large jolt of electricity zapped his tongue. His head snapped back. "Fuck fuck fuck," he said.

"Thank you, Peter," I said. "Thank you for hurting yourself for me."

Now I was wet.

But regardless of the session, we'd always end up with some ass fucking. It's not that Peter could take a giant dildo — he couldn't — it's how he came. He was one of the lucky guys who could have internal orgasms. He could experience the rush of an orgasm without ejaculating. And these orgasms were very intense — his body would twitch for five or ten seconds afterwards. Better still, he could have multiple orgasms, one right after the other. I could make him cum until he lost the ability to speak. 


This, though, was not one of those times.

We'd completed a very heavy session, and I had Peter on the bed, with my cock in his ass. I was rocking back and forth slowly, letting him regroup.

"Tell me, Peter, about the nastiest thing you've ever done," I said. 

His wrists were tied to the bedposts behind him. I'd tied his ankles to some of the hooks above me, so this was an exceptionally easy position for me. I just rocked my hips gently. 

"I know you're an exhibitionist, Peter. You must have gotten naked for some girls."

"Yes," he murmured.

"How many? What's the biggest group you've gotten nude for?"

"Don't know exactly," he said. "Forty. Maybe fifty."

"Peter, are you lying to me?" 

"No, no, no. It's the truth."

"Where was it? How did it happen?" I asked.

"About a year ago," he said. "I was at this strip club, downtown, near I live. The dancers were having a little after-hours party, and I was friendly with some of them, so they invited me over. There was a lot of drinking going on, and some of the girls were doing wild things."

It hit me. I had met Peter — I'd been at this party! My friend Vicki worked the coat check at this club, and she has invited my band over. Free drinks, hot chicks — why not!

"It's a topless bar," he continued, "but some of the girls were taking advantage of the situation by getting up on the stage and getting completely naked. Even the bartender, this really cute girl."

This was true. I didn't know her name, but he was right about her being was really cute. She had short hair, somewhere between red and brown. And she had a rocking tight body, which I got to see that night. 

"And?" I asked.

"After the bartender finished, she basically pushed me on stage," he said. "And since she'd gotten naked, I figured that I had to so, too. So I stripped nude. In front of a club full of women."

"What did you do next?" I teased. 

I was still rocking back and forth, but I picked up the pace a little. I was getting turned on.

"I hopped off-stage, and walked through the crowd," he said. "There were women everywhere, and they were all touching me, touching my cock, touching my hard-on."

"Tell me everything. Where did you go first?"

"The dancers," he said. "The girls who started things off. I stood in front of them, and they put their hands all over me."

I reached over his head and release his right hand. I wanted him to play with himself.

"How did you feel?" I asked.

He thought for a second.

"I don't have words for it," he said. 

"Where'd you go next?"

"There was this group of punk girls, friends of the coat check girl ...."

He stopped and stared at me. He blushed bright red.

Those punk girls were my band. But I had been rocking the flannel and clunky glasses-look then, and he'd only seen me wearing contacts (and little else) as a pro-domme.

"Go on," I said, trying not to let on. "Stroke your cock."

"There were four of them, three white girls and an Asian."

"Un huh," I said. "Where next?"

I was getting a good rhythm now. My strokes were deeper and harder. My clit was hitting the base of the dildo, and I felt like I was sopping. 

"I worked my way around the room," he said, "until someone put a blindfold on me."


"Tell me more, Peter. I love this story."

"And someone led me to the stage."

"Keep going."

"And someone told me to open my mouth."

I gave him a particularly hard stroke with my cock, and he gasped.

"Keep going, Peter. Tell me everything. You're turning me on."

"I felt a dildo go in my mouth."

"Did you suck it?"

"Yes."

"Did you deep throat it? Did you get face fucked?"

Peter looked at me. He suspected I was one of those punk girls, but he just didn't know. In the meantime, he was getting fucked in the ass by a pretty cute girl who getting majorly turned on. He wanted to tell this story.

"Yes," he said. "I got face fucked."

"Like the way I face fuck you?"

"No," he said. "Not as good."

I smiled, and fucked him harder.

"What happened next?" I asked. 

I reached down into the harness. This dildo — the Mistress — had a a bullet vibe inside. I turned it on. I wanted to cum too.

"They took off the blindfold, and I could see everyone looking at me. Then this woman ordered me onto my hands and knees. And she fucked me. In front of the club. She fucked me in the ass."

"In front of everyone?" I asked, thrusting into him. "The dancers, the bartender, the coat check girl — Vicki?"

His eyes locked on mine.

"It was you," he said. "You were the Asian punk girl. You saw ...."

"I saw you get fucked in the ass before a club full of women, you whore! I saw you suck cock and get fucked."

He stroked his cock harder now. I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned into him, fucking him as hard as I could. The vibe was right on my clit, and I was close to an orgasm.

"I saw you cum," I said, "from being fucked in the ass. Fucking slut!"

That did it. I came hard and fell down onto Peter. He'd cum, too, and I felt the last few throbs from his cock against my belly. I was sweaty, light-headed and now covered in cum from one of my subs. We rested, my cock still inside him.

"I don't know what to feel," he said, finally.

"Feel what you want," I said. "You were horny, you did something you enjoy, nobody got hurt."

"How long did you know?" 

"I didn't. Not until you started telling me your story. Vicki is a friend."

"Are you going to tell her about this?"

"Not unless you want you want me to," I said. "It's the pro domme credo — what happens behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors."

He exhaled and hugged me. I put my hand on his cheek.

"So you didn't tell me whether to tell Vicki," I said. "Do you want me to tell her that you're a client, that I fuck you up the ass as much as I can?"

He closed his eyes and thought.

"Tell her," said Peter. "Let her know."

I leaned over and kissed him three times on the lips, very quickly.

"Best. Sub. Ever. Now lick your cum off of me."

My Favorite Summer



In the darkness I sense her slide into the bed next to me. I feel her warm breath on my ear as she reaches for me. I'm awake instantly. I had been hoping she would visit me tonight. I'm so ready for her.

Her hand slides down my chest and finds my cock, hard, awaiting her. She purrs with pleasure and her tongue teases my earlobe. I know that soon that tongue and those soft lips will be on me, licking and sucking. Ummm, I can't wait.

Her fingers tease my cock, running ever so lightly up and down its length and then down to my balls where they linger. She told me once that she could almost feel my balls fill up with warm cum when she played with them. I don't know if that is true but who wants to argue with a woman who tells you that?

Her lips meet mine and her tongue pushes into my mouth. My tongue meets hers and we kiss like that for several wonderful moments. Her hand strokes my cock more insistently then, sliding up and down its length. I moan with pleasure and in the darkened room I can only imagine her smile. She loves it when she turns me on.

She breaks our kiss and whispers in my ear, "I wanna taste your cock baby. You don't mind, do you?"

I almost laugh out loud. Would I mind? Hell, that's what I live for. It's practically our favorite game these days. Well, one of them anyway.

I feel her start to slide down my body, her lips tracing a path over my chest. She lightly bites my nipples but does not linger there long. She has other things in mind. Her tongue leaves a wet trail as she continues her journey south.

She prefers that I sleep naked so that we don't waste time when she gets in the mood. Which is quite often these days. That's fine with me. Some nights I don't even hear her enter my room, I just wake up with my cock in her mouth. That's nice too.

She kisses the head of my cock gently at first, savoring the smell of me. She told me that the very smell of my cock is enough to get her off sometimes. I liked that idea and told her she could sniff my cock anytime she wanted to. She laughed when I said that but I could see that she was quite serious.

Her wet tongue darts out ever so softly and licks my cock up and down its length. Her fingers caress my balls while her other hand strokes me.

"Umm," she mumbles. She doesn't talk much when we have sex, preferring instead to concentrate on pleasuring the both of us. Works for me.

Her lips part and she slides them over the head and takes my throbbing cock into her mouth. The feeling is wonderful, cool and wet. Her tongue slides around the head as she slowly begins to move her mouth up and down, lightly sucking me.

I reach down and gently grasp her head. She likes me to guide her head as she sucks me although we both know she doesn't need any help. She knows what she wants to do.

She slides my cock out of her mouth and licks around the head and then takes it in again. She knows what feels good to me She's been here before.

She strokes my cock harder now as she sucks me. Her head bobs up and down as she applies herself to the task at hand. And at mouth I say to myself.

Fuck that feels good. Her lips and tongue know just what to do to get what we both want. I slowly pump my hips in time with her motion, using her mouth like it was her wet pussy. In and out, up and down and all around.

After several minutes I feel my climax approaching. She's an expert at getting me off and knows how to do it without wasting time.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I moan.

"UmmHumm," she says, her mouth full of cock. I can sense how eager she is for it.

I feel waves of pleasure start at the base of my cock and spread outward. I know this is going to be a good one. Trust me, I've done this before too.

I moan, "Oh god, here it cums!" I grasp her head tighter as if to keep her in place but of course I didn't have to worry about that.

My cock erupts in her mouth spewing a huge load of cum. She drinks it eagerly, swallowing it as fast as I can produce it. I quiver on the bed, my whole body shaking with waves of pleasure. Her mouth never leaves my cock.

She drinks until there is nothing left and then she licks me gently. My body is still shaking with spasms of pleasure. Finally we both lie there in the darkness, content with the feelings we have just given each other.

After several moments she stirs beside me and sits up.

"You get some sleep now honey, you've got a big day tomorrow."

"Ok. And uh..."

"Yes?"

"Thanks mom!"

"Oh you're welcome baby. Thank you!"

I know what you're thinking. I would have thought the same thing before all this began. Total bullshit, right? Dirty and perverted too? Whatever. My minds been there, been all over it many times. You can't think anything that I haven't already considered and yet here I lie with my shriveled cock still wet with my mother's saliva. Happy too and looking forward to the next encounter. Don't approve? Too fucking bad.

Maybe a brief explanation will suffice here. Or not, you be the judge.

I'm almost nineteen now and my mom's what..thirty-six or so? Yeah I think that's right. I'm probably your average looking teenager but my mom...well she's anything but average. She's always taken good care of herself even in the dark days after dad died over in that shithole Afghanistan three years ago.

Hell, I was only fifteen at the time and didn't know much about what she might have been going through. I was dealing with my own shit then but that's the way kids are I guess. Can't see past your own nose so to speak. Mom held things together though and got us both through those times.

Anyway as I was saying, my mom always took care of herself. To me she is beautiful and I can tell by the way men sometimes look at her when they think no one will notice that I'm not alone in that opinion.

I love the way she has let her red hair grow out long to shoulder length. It contrasts so nicely with her green eyes that almost seem to glow when we are together. Her body is trim and fit with nice firm long legs and generous breasts. I'd call her damn near perfect but maybe you'd disagree. Tough shit.

I was no virgin when I turned eighteen. Nobody I know is anymore. You wouldn't say that I was all that experienced though. Most girls my age don't really know how to fuck any better than we guys do. Not enough practice yet I guess. It takes time to get good at anything worthwhile, right?

I had broken up with my latest girlfriend and was down in the dumps on the day I had my eighteenth birthday. I still had several months before I would graduate from high school and I was not all that thrilled with trying to hook up with someone new right off the bat. Feeling a little sorry for myself I guess.

Mom didn't miss much and she could see how I felt. She was alone too and had never really had a relationship with anyone since Dad had been killed. I had heard her crying sometimes at night but I was too immature then to understand that she was lonely too and was dealing with some shit of her own.

Anyway it was one of those hot spring months that signaled an early summer. Since I wasn't dating anyone I was home more than I usually was. Just hanging out, you know? The freaking air conditioner was old and creaky and never really kept the house cool. Mom swore that this year we would get a new one but I'd heard that before. Money was a little tight, I got that.

I hung out at the house usually just wearing an old pair of shorts. Never thought much about it. If I had been a little more observant I might have noticed Mom stealing glances at me, studying me. Truth be told I had taken a few looks at her too. She always seemed to be wearing shorts and a halter top around the house and she looked damn good. My thinking never went beyond that point though, she was my mother for Christ's sake.

To be honest, I used to jerk off a lot back then. Not exactly front page news that an eighteen year old would do that, I mean who hasn't? One hot afternoon though I was lying in bed pleasuring myself and out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow on the carpet outside my bedroom door. I sort of flinched but as I was just about to cum I couldn't stop myself. I closed my eyes and shot off but as soon as I finished I self consciously hopped off the bed and went in to shower.

Later I went downstairs and nothing was said but I knew that mom had seen me. We both pretended that nothing out of the ordinary had happened but we both sort of knew what had happened.

The next day I was feeling horny again so this time I told my mom that I was going upstairs for a while. I figured that by telling her I was going to my room we could avoid any repeat of the previous days accident. So after a few minutes, there I am lying in bed again stroking my meat and don't I notice that same shadow on the carpet. I didn't know what to do at that point so I stopped masturbating and went in to take a shower. Shit, why hadn't I just closed the door to my room?

Damn! I had told her I was going upstairs just to avoid this very situation. I thought that maybe she hadn't caught my meaning but what else could I say. I couldn't very well just say, "mom, I'm going upstairs to get my rocks off, please just stay downstairs for a while," could I? Now what'll I do?

I dressed and started downstairs when I heard the moans coming from her bedroom. I stopped dead in my tracks. I thought that she might be having one of her increasingly rare crying spells but this sounded different. Actually it sounded more like some of the sounds my old girlfriend used to make when we were making out hot and heavily.

I stood there transfixed, I couldn't help myself. Mom had left her bedroom door partially open and the sounds seemed to fill the hallway. I took a couple of tentative steps toward her door telling myself that I had to check and make sure that she was alright. Yeah right.

I tried peaking through the crack between the edge of the door and the hinges but I couldn't see anything that way. So slowly and carefully I craned my neck around the edge of her door.

Mom lay spread eagled on the bed. Her head was back against the pillow and her eyes were closed. Her hand was down between her legs stroking her pussy which I could tell even from this distance was wet with her passion. Her other hand was pinching her nipples which were hard and firm.

"Ohhh shit! Yeah! Ohh feels good!"

My cock was instantly hard again as I watched her. God she was so sexy. I forgot that she was my mother. It was as if I were watching someone entirely unknown to me. My hand slipped down and touched myself through my pants.

Mom continued stroking herself for several moments, her passion seemingly increasing by the second. Finally she thrust her hips up and let out a loud scream.

"Ohhh god yesss!" 

I knew she was coming and so was I. I rubbed myself harder and then I came, right there in the hallway into my pants. I closed my eyes and though I tried my best to remain silent, a small moan escaped my lips. I continued rubbing myself for several seconds until the last wave of pleasure had passed.

When I regained my senses I looked once more at my mother on the bed. It was just then that I realized that because of the odd angle she had chosen to lie on the bed, that she could look directly in the bureau mirror and see the doorway in which I stood. Oh christ, she had seen me watching her! And that meant she had seen me jerking off while watching her!

My eyes took one more glance at her before I beat a hasty retreat. Was that a smile on her face as she licked her own fingers clean. Couldn't be sure. Christ, why hadn't she shut her door?

Later, when we met downstairs it was like nothing had happened. Neither of us mentioned what we had seen or done. All I knew for sure was that mom seemed different to me. I guess I had never really thought of her as a sexy woman before. Sure I had looked at her body sometimes when she wasn't paying attention but she was my "mother" for christs sake. I had taken her for granted. Well, not any longer.

Now it seemed like the house was filled with a sexual charge. I couldn't get the picture of her lying in bed stroking her pussy out of my mind. Then there was the fact that she had watched me getting myself off at least three times and had not turned away. New and dangerous thoughts filled my head, thoughts of her and I together.

I imagined me standing behind her, my hands rubbing her breasts while she ground her hips into my crotch. I saw myself lying between those long, firm legs, pumping my cock into her pussy while she begged me for more. I saw her on her knees before me, her full lips sliding over my cock as she sucked me, her tongue eager for the taste of my cum.

After a few moments of this I would have to force myself back to reality. This was my mother I was thinking of. None of this was ever going to happen. It was all just some sick fantasy. And yet...

What had already happened was no fantasy. There was undeniable something going on. Maybe neither of us had meant for anything to happen but the door had opened and couldn't be shut again. Where it would lead I doubt either of us knew for certain.

A couple of nights later I was in the kitchen with her doing up the dinner dishes. It was our routine that I washed and she dried and put them away. It was another in a long line of hot, muggy summer evenings and I was wearing just a pair of cutoff shorts while mom had on her usual shorts and halter tops. I couldn't help myself, I was stealing glances at her body when she put things away. She had to stand on her tiptoes to put one baking dish away and when she did her ass was clearly outlined under her tight shorts and I got a good look at it. Needless to say my cock got hard despite myself.

Well, I figured, as long as I was facing the sink she wouldn't notice. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to turn around anytime soon though. Luckily I still had some of the pots to wash.

"Honey," she said to me, "I've noticed a few of the pots haven't been coming completely clean lately. Can you scrub them a little more please?"

"Oh, sorry mom, yeah I'll be a little more careful."

"Use that new brush I bought. It's under the sink."

"Ok mom." I bent down and opened the cabinet door under the sink but I couldn't see it.

"Maybe it fell way in the back hon."

I bent way over and looked in but couldn't see any brush. What I did see however was her reflection in one of her many glass cooking containers that was under there. She was staring at my butt as I bent over, her fingers of one hand lightly stroking her breast.

Holy shit I thought to myself she's checking me out just like I had done to her earlier. I couldn't believe it!

"Sorry mom, couldn't find it," I said straightening up. Now I really couldn't turn around. My cock had my shorts tented out noticeably. Shit!

"That's ok, I guess the old one will have to do. Here, let me show you how to get it really clean."

Before I knew it she had pressed in right against me. She reached around me and grabbed the old brush and started to scrub it back and forth in the large pot in the sink.

I could feel her breath on my neck as she slowly scrubbed that pot. Her breasts pushed into my back and I felt her hips push tightly against my backside.

"See honey, this is the way to do it. Rub it all around and get it nice and wet. That's the only way to get it off is to keep rubbing it. Ummm, just like this. See what I mean?"

Oh yeah, I saw what she meant. The pot wasn't the only thing she was rubbing. Her hips were slowly grinding against mine and her breasts felt like they were burning a hole into my back. I could feel her nipples get hard and it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. For just a fraction of a second her lips brushed against my earlobe. I thought I might explode right there in the kitchen but then she pushed away from me.

"Why don't you go ahead and go upstairs hon, I'll finish here."

Gratefully I slid out of the kitchen, never turning around to face her. I felt flushed and I knew that I needed some relief and soon. I went into my room and this time shut the door. I flipped off my shorts and practically jumped into my bed. I propped myself up on the pillows secure in the knowledge that with the door closed she couldn't see me.

My cock was hard as a rock and stood straight up. I closed my eyes and tried to relive the events in the kitchen just a moment before. I remembered the feeling of mom's breasts against my back and her hips lightly grinding against my ass. I could almost feel her hot breath on my neck again. Umm, so nice.

My hand slid down and lightly caressed my balls while my thumb ran up and down the length of my throbbing cock. It felt so good. I tried to imagine it was mom's hand and fingers on me. Umm, that made it feel even better. Slowly I began to stroke it, not wanting to cum too soon. I wanted to really enjoy this one.

Slowly I began to stoke it. Each touch of my fingers seemed to send small waves of pleasure flowing through me. I knew I was building up slowly to what would undoubtedly be a massive climax. My cock twitched when my fingers grazed the underside of the head. Ohh, that felt so good.

I guess I lost contact with everything else except for the pleasure I was giving myself. If you've ever pleasured yourself when you are really, really horny I guess you know what I mean. My hips pushed up and down on the bed and my head lolled back on the pillow. Nothing existed except for the feeling of my cock as I stroked it. Oh god, all of that hot cum just waiting to shoot off. I felt myself getting close, oh so close.

Finally I couldn't hold off any more. Waves of pleasure began spreading from my balls to the tip of my cock. I grasped it harder and stroked for all I was worth. I might have let a small scream escape from me and I began to cum. Oh shit it felt so fucking good! Cum erupted from me and went flying in every direction. It splattered my arm and stomach and who knows where else. I stroked harder, wanting to keep cumming forever, that's how good it felt.

My eyes had been closed all of this time and as my cum tapered off and my breathing finally began to slow I opened them. OH SHIT!

My mother stood at the foot of my bed, a basket of clean laundry in her hands. She was staring at my cock, her eyes wide. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue was slowly tracing a path over her lips.

"Jesus mom! Don't you ever knock?" I quickly pulled a sheet over my exposed body. "God damn!"

"I...sorry I was just.." She motioned to the basket of clean clothes with a nod of her head.

"Yeah well you should've knocked." I wanted to jump up and run into the bathroom but I was still naked under the sheet. I guess I thought she'd just leave immediately but to my surprise she sat down on the end of the bed.

"Look honey, you don't need to be embarrassed or ashamed. It's perfectly natural for boys your age to do what you just did. Everybody has needs and from time to time you've gotta take care of them. I get that."

"Yeah but not with their mother watching them."

"Oh baby, don't worry about that. I've seen you naked before you know." She laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Sure when I was in diapers but I'm not a baby any more."

"No, you're not a baby, that's for sure. That's not what I was talking about."

I suddenly realized that what she really meant was that she had seen me jerking off the last few times. I turned red as the proverbial beet.

"And I know that you've seen me too. Why do you think that I've left my bedroom door open?"

We sat there looking at each other silently. It's not every day that your mother tells you that she has let you watch her finger fuck herself intentionally. Not in my world anyway.

"I thought that if you saw me do the same type of things that you do that you'd realize that we're really not that different. We both have needs that require filling. Did you enjoy watching me honey?"




My Favorite Summer



Here is the story about the time surrounding my 21st Birthday and why I'll never forget it. This was 8 years ago.

My name is Rose and my 21st Birthday was only a week away. I had tons of planning to do. I had recently been married to my High School sweetheart his name is Martin. We were each other's first everything at least oral and vaginal. But sex wasn't a big part of our life. He had shipped out for the Navy a month after we got hitched. I missed him. My cousin Michelle was trying to cheer me up by throwing a huge party for my 21st. It wasn't going to be the same without him. I was super stressed with everything going on in my life.

Thankfully Michelle handled most of the party planning as she was a hardcore party animal and I'm more of a homebody. I'd rather cuddle and watch TV. She said she had some surprises in store and that I would be changed forever. She said she was going to make me a woman. Her words offended me who was she to say I'm not a woman, I am married and she's still having one night stands...

The day arrived, it was a Saturday in August and the weather was perfect. We were having the party at Michelle's house. We spent most of the day decorating. We have a large family and all of my cousins would be there. I got a call from my cousin Lisa...

I hadn't seen Lisa since my freshman year of college. I had been too embarrassed. I went to stay with her for spring break that year and I hooked up with one of her boyfriend's friends. His name was Richard and he was your typical 18 year old kid I guess. He was tall, thin and cute. Only issue I had was he smoked pot all of the time. We had a lot in common and he made me laugh. 

He would stay late at Lisa's to hang out and most nights we talked for hours usually finishing the night with a make out session on the porch. On my last night there he and I went into Lisa's room and made out while her and her boyfriend watched a movie. At the time I was a virgin. He made me feel so comfortable that I was ready to lose my virginity. We kissed passionately on the bed for about 15 minutes, he touched my breasts and grabbed my ass at the same time, I've never been so horny and wet. Our tongues danced together and our hands touched each other all over. He carefully pulled my shirt off and undid my bra, I responded by unzipping my pants and taking them off. Richard got off the bed and took off his shirt and jeans. There we were on the bed both in just our underwear. There was a knock on the door then Lisa's boyfriend busted the door open and said "what are you guys doing come watch the movie and cut the puppy love crap" I was sooooo embarrassed. Lisa told Michael to get out and she told her boyfriend to handle his friend...

That was the last time I'd seen any of them. Michelle had invited Lisa and now Lisa was asking if it would be ok to bring a few friends. Not wanting to have any drama and committing myself to leaving things in the past I said bring as many people as you like it's going to be a huge party. I wasn't going to let anything mess up this party. I was in a good mood and I looked good. My hair was freshly done, long and light brown. My body is a little on the thick and curvy side. I had an outfit on that made good use of my 38c tits and my ghetto booty. 

The party was so huge that I didn't even notice if Lisa and her crew were there or not. There was at least 300 people there and it seemed to be going well, drinks and jello shots were flowing the music was electrifying everyone was having a great time...yay for me...

I decided to quit being a boring host and started dancing with some random guys. Everyone was grinding on the dance floor and I must have bounced between a few different ones. The hype was being realized. Of all the guys I danced with one stood out, and now he was dancing with Michelle. I knew how much of a slut she was and if she wanted him she could have had him, what did I care I was married and I didn't even know his name. 

Michelle came and grabbed me and said she had a surprise for me in the house. I followed her in there and the first thing I noticed was that the living room furniture had been rearranged and there was music playing. In came two "Male Strippers" they danced all over the girls and took off their clothes and they even did a special birthday girl dance for me. To be honest they were too feminine and I was glad when they left.

I was strangely drawn to the guy I danced with earlier. I decided to look for him. I searched the dance floor to no avail. I finally gave up and decided I needed to go pee. There was a line in the hallway where we had the restroom. In that line stood the guy I had danced with earlier. My heart started beating louder and I became nervous.

He got out of line and said Happy Birthday, I heard this party is for you. My name is Richard. I instantly remembered him. He had filled out and he dressed so differently, I really had no prior clue that this was the guy I almost let take my virginity 2 years ago. I still had to pee so bad...

Since we were at my cousin's house I knew there was another restroom in the master bedroom where my aunt and uncle slept. I grabbed Richard and took him in there without anyone noticing. I made him wait in the room while I went to the restroom. He went in there after I came out. We gave each other privacy. When he finished he came out and we caught up. He told me that he had joined the Marines and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. I didn't really ask about the details. The night was winding down and he said he had to leave. This made me sad until boldness took over. I asked him to wait in the hallway. I went in the kitchen and grabbed a Post-it and a pen and wrote down my cell phone number, then I stormed over to him and kissed him full on the lips. He went straight for my ass and grabbed it powerfully. I felt like his woman and not a married woman. He took my number and left with the biggest smile on his face.

I spent the next day nursing a hangover. I had my own one bedroom apartment until Martin comes back so the solitude was nice. I was surprised that Richard hadn't called all day. I hoped he was ok. I faded in and out of sleep and had naughty fantasies about Richard all day.

It was Monday and I worked from 9-5. When I checked my phone I had a missed call from an unfamiliar area code. I called it back, it was Richard. We talked for hours. We talked about the last couple years and what life had been like. He told me about the Marines and I told him about my job at a pricey boutique. I forgot how much he made me laugh. I was good talking to him again, but I made sure to mention we were going to be just friends.

I had Tuesday off so I planned to do things around the house. Richard called at noon and told me that his Commanding Officer had given him the day off. I told him to come up and that I'd make him lunch and we could watch TV. I really wanted him around for some reason. 

I had about an hour and a half to kill before he arrived. I showered and put on some new lace panties that Michelle had bought me for my birthday, they were sexy but not a thong. I didn't wear thongs. They were lacy and black. I put on some tight jeans and a nice blouse. 

Richard showed up right on time and he looked good, he wore loose jeans and a button up dress shirt. He smelled fresh and clean. I made him a Turkey sandwich and watched him eat it. After we went into the living room to watch TV. After about an hour of TV and small talk he leaned in for a kiss. I thought that was innocent enough so I kissed him back...

We made out like old days except that this time nobody was there to stop us. He took off my clothes and then he took off his. He kissed me from head to toe and then he pulled my panties off. He gently kissed my inner thighs and then started to lick my pussy, he knew exactly what he was doing, he told me later that he used the alphabet technique. He gave me my first orgasm. It was like an out of body experience. He got in between my legs and I felt his dick poking the entrance to my pussy. I asked him if he had a condom. He said no and he looked so sad. I just pulled him in for a kiss and told him to be careful...As soon as he got about halfway in I felt my pussy stretching. It felt amazing, he worked it in and out at a slow pace and kissed me and touched me everywhere I had multiple intense orgasms as he continued to rock me slowly. After about 30 minutes of slow rocking He sped up his pace. He pounded my pussy hard for a few more minutes until he pulled out and came all over my legs, pussy and stomach. I wiped myself with a towel and then we went into my bedroom...

I turned on the radio and put it on the local R&B station as we continued to make love to the rhythm all day until the sun went down. I'd never done it more than once at a time before that. By 9PM we had both came at least 5 times. My room had a strong scent of sex in the air. It was what I had always heard about from Michelle and my older co-workers. As we both laid there completely naked and free I finally felt like a Woman. 

We both took turns freshening up in the restroom when he came back I was trying to put my panties on and I was having serious difficulties due to my legs shaking. He told me to leave them off because he wanted me to ride it now. He was already hard again and that made me wet. I had never rode anyone so it was not working. He asked if I would switch to Doggy style and I said ok. He got me on and my hands and knees and helped me get just he way he wanted me. This was exciting because it was my first time being controlled by a man.

He stuck the tip in and told me to push my butt back which I did. It felt so dirty, in a great way. He was standing still and I was doing all of the work. He gently pulled my hair with his left hand and gripped my butt cheek with his right hand. Where did he learn all these moves, he was driving me insane. The way he was gripping my butt was making his thumb go inside my butthole every time I backed up. After a couple of minutes it began to stimulate sensations in my body. It made my whole body tingle I was curious and I could tell he was testing me by pushing his thumb in deeper each time. Finally he asked if he could try to put it in my ass... I reluctantly said yes and he took he thumb out and licked my virgin butthole for a few seconds then he asked me to wet his dick with my saliva, I spit on it and slobbered on it to ensure it was well lubricated. He stuck it in very slowly and my body erupted with tingling sensations everywhere. It was perfect the way my ass hugged his dick tightly as we both moaned and groaned with the rest of the sounds of the night. After about 10 minutes he stopped and sat on the bed he didn't come from the anal. I was thinking of what to do next. I had heard Michelle talk over and over about this blowjob technique that she used to get guys off quickly. I got on my knees in front of him and tried to do my best to remember her stories. I gently caressed his balls while I licked the underside of his shaft. I French kissed the head of his dick like a long lost lover and I made sure to swirl my tongue as my head bobbed up and down. I would stop every 30 seconds or so and pump his cock with my hand. Then he came all over my face and chest which I wasn't ready for. After we cleaned up I brought us some Gatorade and we fell asleep naked in each other's arms.

For the rest of the summer I continued to have amazing nights like that with Richard until about a week before Martin was scheduled to return. I needed to break free of the addiction before he returned. I've hooked up with him twice since then a couple years apart. I try to avoid him but I haven't changed my phone number. If he calls I'll be ready, he made me a woman and I owe him at least that.