2 comments/ 12375 views/ 0 favorites Crossing a Line By: Middleagepoet   Michael started his car the way he had done every other workday that month, after kissing his wife goodbye, he simply walked out of his house, locked the door, slipped into his car, inserted the key and turned. The car sparked to life, revving slightly as he pumped his foot for a moment and then quieting as he pressed his brake, put the car in reverse and then began backing down his driveway. Everything was the same as any other normal day yet it was all a lie. "Well, it's not really a lie yet," Michael thought to himself as he backed onto his street and then put his car into drive, heading out in a different direction than he had ever taken when going to work. It simply wasn't a lie until he "crossed the line," he thought as he pulled up to a stop sign, confirmed no one was coming and accelerated onto the highway. He headed south instead of north, but it still wasn't a lie. No, it wasn't a lie months earlier when a casual exchange of messages and emails started getting personal, when dreams and failures were shared and lamented, when he began thinking of a stranger as a friend. It wasn't a lie when simple messages became fictional exchanges, romantic stories leading to hurried, frantic typing as imaginary fingers roamed, tongues entwined and bodies responded. Michael didn't consider it a lie when he first heard her voice on the telephone, the husky, sensual way she said, "Good morning," when he called to wake her. Later as she described in almost poetic detail what it felt like as she slid her fingers into herself, wetting them before touching her clit, it wasn't a lie. No, even as he listened to her come, stroking himself until he spurted his hot cum into a tissue, whispering to her, it wasn't a lie. Even as he pulled into the hotel parking lot, picked up the key from the front desk and walked to her room it wasn't a lie. His hands nervously opened the door and he peered across the room to the bed, where her cigarette glowed in the darkness. Michael quickly unzipped his pants, eased them and his underwear over his erection and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants while unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on a chair. Naked now, he crawled onto the bed as she stubbed out her cigarette and still it wasn't a lie. Michael moved closer to her as she asked, "How long do you have?" He savored her husky voice for a moment, remembering how she sounded on the phone so many times before, how it lilted higher as she came. "I've got all morning; my boss is in Austin and won't be back until after lunch." "Good, I didn't want to have to rush this," she replied. "After all this time, I know," he replied, leaning forward and touching his mouth to her lips. His tongue slipped into hers but the taste of cigarette froze him for a second. Pulling back, he began kissing her face as his hands moved down to her breasts. He kissed down to her neck as his hands began to explore something familiar, but so delightfully different. Her breasts were larger than his wife's, but her nipples felt smaller. Even as he moved his mouth down and suckled them he noticed that, while they hardened, they were not as big. "Let me touch your cock," she whispered. Michael moved so she could reach him, excited by what she had said. He felt a jolt of pleasure as she grabbed him, but quickly turned his attention to exploring her body with his fingers and tongue. He moved down under her breasts, tasting a bit of saltiness as he lifted them and kissed where they rested on her stomach. The taste was invigorating, encouraging him to move down her stomach and through the thick patch of her pubic hair. The softness of the hair surprised him. His wife kept hers trimmed and it always seemed to feel a bit wiry, but now, the soft curls wrapped around his fingers and tongue like satin. Michael could smell her now, the damp, earthy scent rising as she opened her legs wider for him. He hungrily plunged his tongue into her, wanting to finally taste her. Languishing between her legs, he circled his tongue inside her, lapping up her wetness, letting the sharp, almost bitter taste flood him with her. Even as he noted how much stronger she tasted than his wife did, Michael was convinced it was still not a lie. He fucked her with his tongue, plunging in as far as he could, his lips disappearing between her flowery labia, his nose buried in her slit. Withdrawing, he gasped for air and then dove again, pressing deeper and deeper feeling her finger's pulling on his head slightly, he sensed she needed more. Michael ran his tongue slowly up her slit as he moved his fingers into her wet opening, first one finger, then two more as she opened to him. He began moving in and out of her as his tongue found her clit and he heard a moan. Her hips began to lift up to him and her breathing got louder, faster. Glancing up he couldn't see her face, just her breasts heaving up and down, the flesh jiggling a bit in the motion. "Oh Michael, yes, yes," she said loudly, her voice lilting higher and higher, "please, yes, yes." Her body suddenly shuddered as she grabbed his head and pulled it against her. Lifting her hips, she ground pussy onto his face as Michael pushed his fingers deep into her wet pussy. He could feel the pulsations inside her as she then relaxed and eased back down onto the bed. He moved his tongue back downward and let it run over his fingers as he withdrew them from her, tasting her wetness before slipping his tongue back into her. The bitterness of her taste had dulled, yet the tangy, wet still enthralled him, yet this all still wasn't a lie. For the first time in over twenty years he tasted a woman other than his wife, yet it still wasn't a lie. Michael's cock ached for her, but he still wanted to do more so he ran his tongue back to her clit and started again. Just recovering from her first orgasm, the feel of his tongue returning to her clit ignited her again and in just a few moments she was moaning loudly, "Michael yes, yes, oh yes, again, I'm coming again." He fought for breath as she once again grabbed his head and shoved herself against him. When she finally relaxed he had to rest his head on her thigh for a few moments to catch he breath. He could feel his wet face slide over her soft skin as he moved upward, moving his knees between her wide spread legs and letting her take hold of him. Pausing, he felt her pull as she begged, "Please, I want to feel you inside me." Michael leaned forward and let her guide him into her, pushing himself into the soft, wet, warmth he had yearned for so many months. Suddenly, slipping into the exquisite sensation of her pussy he crossed the line, making everything that had transpired simply one intricate lie. He couldn't dwell on crossing the line, on the significance of the lie or what it all meant because by the time he slipped his cock in and out of her the fourth time he couldn't hold off any longer. After those few short thrusts, Michael arched his back and let himself explode into her pussy, spurting his come deep inside her again and again. Collapsing upon her, crushing her breasts beneath his chest he whispered, "I'm sorry." "No, no Michael. You just showed me how much I turned you on." "But I wanted to..." "Shhh..." she said, holding a finger to his lips, "there will be time later." With his cock still inside her Michael leaned over to one side of her and as she turned, he slipped down onto the bed, his soft cock slipping out of her and falling flaccidly onto her thigh. The weight of everything might have descended upon him in those few uncomfortable seconds but instead he decided to try something he never could imagine to do with his wife, he immediately got back onto his knees and moved his head back in between her legs. She resisted at first, but Michael firmly pressed her legs open and began licking up the cum that oozed from her pussy. "Let me clean up..." she began, but he shook his head and pushed his tongue deep inside her. In just a moment he felt her relax, giving into him. He could still taste her tangy wetness, but it was mixed with the salty, bland flavor of his cum, an interesting mixture, that began to make his cock hard as he thought of it. Michael never imagined eating a woman immediately after coming inside her, but now, as she began to moan, he continued, savoring the flavor of their cum. After a minute or so, he had pretty much lapped up most of their juices, so he moved back up to her clit and began circling it with his tongue. She was getting close to coming when Michael felt her push his head away. Looking up at her face, he saw her look of absolute, wanton, need. "I got to feel you inside me. Fuck me Michael, fuck me now." He moved his face away from her pussy and was about to move in between her legs so he could put his, now hard cock back inside her, when she moved her hands onto his chest and pushed him firmly backward. Following her lead, he fell upon his back and watched as she straddled him, grabbed his erection, held it upright and lowered herself onto him. Feeling her soft folds slide over him again he reached up, ran his hands over her soft belly up to her breasts. Michael squeezed her huge breasts, toying with her nipples as she moved her body, sliding herself back and forth over him, so his while his cock slid in and out of her, her clit rubbed against him. She slid easily over him as her wetness oozed from her, cover him with slippery warmth. Studying her face he watched as she glared down at his eyes, savagely taking her pleasure from him. She didn't even close her eyes as she came, instead she squinted as almost in pain just before falling down onto him, her breasts spreading over his chest, her stomach jiggling. "Oh Michael, that was perfect," she whispered. While he could feel the heat emanating from her body, Michael didn't mind her on top of him like that, the softness of her, the way her body seemed to mold over his felt comforting. When she lifted herself from him, they were both glistening with sweat, which in the bit of sunlight that came in around the curtains looked very sexy to him. He simply watched as her glistening body moved and she took his cock, first in her hand and then into her mouth. It all seemed so natural, yet such a turn on for him to see her take his cock, still soaking wet from her pussy, into his mouth without an moment of hesitation. He then felt her tongue and mouth as she moved her head up and down. The suction was incredible as her cheeks pulled inward with each suck and then bulged outward as she gasped for a breath. In less than a minute Michael felt overwhelmed with pleasure. He moaned, "Oh Janie, I'm coming." He suddenly felt the cold air before her hand clasped over his cock and pumped furiously up and down as his cum spurted in an arch onto his stomach. Even though he did warn her, it felt so... so separate, so apart from her for him not to come in her mouth. She slowed her stroking down as she curled up under his arm, still holding his cock. "Next time you can come in my mouth," she whispered. Only then did Michael let himself think about it all, crossing the line, the lone involved lie, the incredible sex and the weight of the guilt. Michael remained in the bed while Janie got up, grabbed a towel and returned to clean him off. Before she could climb back into bed, he crawled out, walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. In the few minutes since he felt his cum splash on his stomach, suddenly the juices that has turned him on so, the wet feel of Janie's body, the soft folds of her stomach and breasts, the sensual, earthy scent of her all became something he had to wash from himself. He stepped into the hot shower, grabbed the bar of soap and began washing his cock, his pubic hair, his thighs and stomach. Scrubbing hard, he washed up his chest, under his arms and then down his legs until all he could smell and feel was the soap. Michael then rinsed himself off, stepped out of the shower and dried off. He paused at the bathroom door, looking over Janie, who was smoking a cigarette. Looking over her body, the enormous breasts and large stomach that had excited him so earlier, the now drying and crusting cum on her thighs and in her pubic hair and her pussy, still slightly damp, he felt a chill run through him. He quickly dressed, walked over to the bed, waited for her to blow the smoke from her mouth, and then bent over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Goodbye Janie," he whispered. "I enjoyed it Michael," she smiled and then took a drag from the cigarette. He turned walked to the door and without looking back, he closed it behind him. Michael drove to work he was initially exhilarated from the incredible sexual experience, but as he got closer and closer to work he began to feel a weight forming on his shoulders. He had done it, he had actually crossed that line. Loving husband? Now he was an adulterous husband, always would be. He could never go back completely. Michael pulled into the parking lot and turned off his engine trying to sort out the conflicting visions twirling in his head. Janie's naked body, covered in sweat, her pussy filled with his cum and then suddenly, his wife at home, fixing dinner, later kissing him goodnight. In several hours it all became a lie, his faithful marriage and his blissful affair, both were neither faithful nor blissful. He opened his car door, stepped out, grabbed his bag and locked the doors. As he walked toward the building he felt the heat and humidity bearing down on him.   Crossing a Line After a long day I'm looking forward to a relaxing evening. Deciding to take a show I get undress and feel the warm water melt the stress away. I run my hands over my body reaching my breast I happy gravity has left my C-cups alone so far. Rubbing my nipples ever so slightly. I start thinking about how long it has been since I've had a man, any man. As my mind continues to wonder my hand reaches down between my legs. Across my smooth pussy. As I start to relax I slide a finger in my pussy and play for just a moment. Suddenly the bathroom door opens and my son step in. "Sorry Mom" he says "I just need to pee quick" as he walks in. Before I can respond he has his dick out the stream of pee flowing. Pulling my hand away I'm shocked and horrified by this, but yet I cannot look away. He stands there shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. I would not say he is a jock or anything but he does play basketball with his friends a few times a week. Feeling guilty I then look at his dick. As I start to start at his dick I start thinking he is not my little boy any more but a young man. I find my hand reaching almost on its own for my pussy. As I'm about to speak he finishes up he flushes sending a blast of cold water in the shower and heads for the door. The chill runs through me, turning my nipples rock hard, but my lust does not fade. As the show warms back up I think how could I be turned on he is my son. But then he is 18 the dirty part of my mind chimes in. Again I try to shake the dirty thoughts away to no effect. When I get an idea, he is my son and he did a bad thing. So any Mother would understand he needs to be punished. If punishing him gave me some pleasure so what. As long as things do not go too far it is ok I justify to myself. Stepping out of the shower I dry off and slip on my robe and head for his room. Planning out how I can punish him and have just a little fun. As I walk over to his bedroom door I notice it is slightly open. I peek in and see that he is talking to one of his friends on his phone, telling them that he just saw me naked in the shower. That bastard I think he did all this on purpose just to see me naked. My plans forgotten I'm ready to just yell and scream at him. But then that dirty part of my mind chimes in again. Wait just a minute, this makes this even better. He wants you, go for it get your thrill. As I go back into thinking about this should I do it, or should I just walk away. I listen to his side of the conversation. "I total did it." I hear him say "I just walked in the bathroom while she was in the shower." "Well I peed." he responds to a question from his friend. It sounded like his friend did not believe him from the exchange. "I totally did it...I did...I so did it...well fine if you don't want to believe me then screw you." He hangs up the phone, obviously frustrated that he friend did not believe him. Again my dirty mind starts to think, see his friend doesn't even believe he would walk in on you in the shower, no one will know. Still watching through the crack in the door I see him lay back on the bed and pull his dick out of his sweats. He slowly start to stroke it, I quietly watch from the door my eyes growing big as I look at my son's hard cock, wondering if I should cross this line. Lost in thought I hear him moan "ohhhh Mom that feels so good." Realizing that he is thinking about me as he strokes his cock makes up my mind. He is a horney young man, I can go in there and have some fun. My mind made up I knock on the door. Still watching I see him quickly pack his hard dick back in your pants. I can't help but smile seeing my son trying to stuff his hard dick away. If he only knew that I was watching, that I have plans. "Ok come in." I hear, pulling me back to reality. While no turning back now I think to myself as I open the door. I stand in the door my silk robe clinging to my body and say "You know you should not just walk in on me when I'm in the shower." "I know, sorry Mom" he respond, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. All the time look at me storing away the mental image for when I leave. "I don't think sorry is enough this time." I say, trying to hide my excitement at the dirty thoughts I have planned "You need to be punished." Saying that I sit down on the bed next to him. "Lay across my lap," I tell him. "What?" he says shocked at my request. "I said bend over my lap." giving him my best stern mom stare. "You were a bad boy and need to be punished. So I'm going to give you a spanking." His mouth drops open not sure what is going on. Using his shock I put an hand on his shoulder and put him in position. I can feel his hard dick pressing into my leg, I delay for just a moment and then. SMACK! my hand comes down across his back side. I give him another quick smack and then pull down his sweat pants, exposing his firm ass. I give him another smack on his bare ass, this time I leave my hand on his ass rubbing it slowly. Up and down his round firm ass, my fingers then explore into his crack. Then I reach my hand down and brush his balls. "What are you doing Mom!" he asks. "This is part of the punishment." I tell him. Then before he can react to my statement I rim his asshole with a finger, my other hand gently squeezing his balls. Then SMACK! I give his ass a hard spank. I repeat this a few times gentle toying with his balls and ass then a smack. After a few minutes his ass is red from the spanking I tell him I'm done and he can stand up. He reaches to pull his sweats back up but I tell him no. "You wanted to see Mommy naked, so Mommy gets to see you naked." I state seeing him visibly aroused yet ashamed at the same time. I think to myself Ok just walk away now, this has not gone to far. But then I look at his cock rock hard point at my face just bagging to be sucked and I decide i can go a bit further. As I untie my robe and tell him "Now for the next phase of your punishment." opening my robe "Kneel down" I tell him. As he kneels down I spread my legs giving him a clear view of my bald pussy. He sheepishly look at my pussy, but then quickly looks away. "Look at me," I tell him. Seeing the lust in his eyes help build my confidence in what I'm about to do. My will reinforced I ask him "Do you know how to please a woman?" "Yes, I think so," he responds sheepishly. "Well you have to prove it to Mommy," I say. placing my hand on the back of his head guiding his face towards me. He start off slowly, hesitantly, as he lick his Mommy's pussy. But soon his hormones take over and he starts licking with a purpose. I put one leg up on a chair giving him better access as he starts to suck on my clit. Keeping my hands on the back of his head holding him in place. He gets into a rhythm, licking faster, probing my g-spot, sucking on my clit. It's has been such a long time since I've been with any man his tongue quickly has the desired effect. As I start to moan, I get lost in the moment and start to cry out. "Keep going, harder, faster!" I command. "Lick Mommy's pussy!" I cry out pushing his face into my pussy. I wrap my legs around him as my body starts to quiver, my orgasim building. He keeps working as I start to scream. As my orgasim passes I relase him from my grasp. I lie on his bed coming down from my bliss and he stands back up. Again I see his cock, it seems even harder now if that were even possible. He reaches for it, grasping it in his hand. "Don't touch yourself!" I command smacking his hand away. "Wait here. There is one more part to your punishment." As I walk out of your room leaving him to wonder what is next. Reaching my bedroom, i start to dig in my closet, my mind screaming stop, stop stop. You had your fun just let him stew in there. But then I find what i'm looking for, the strap-on I picked up in collage. Seeing the old toy, remembering the times I used it in the past, my dirty mind takes over. I return to his room with my strap-on secured around my waste. "Bend over" I command. He stands there in shock, his mouth hangs open not sure how to process what is going on. I repeat myself "Bend over." Regain his senses he asks "What is that?" pointing to my rubber member. Grabbing my dildo I give it a few strokes, taunting him. "This is Mommy's cock." I say far calmer than I feel. "And you have been a bad boy. So Mommy is going to fuck your tight ass with it." "But...But...But..." he stammers. Taking the initiative I bend him over the bed. Take the bottle of lube I squirt some on a his ass hole and gentle push in a finger. I hear him let out a small moan as I insert a second finger. After working the two fingers in his ass to get him ready I pull them out. Taking the lube I apply it to my strap on and I line my hard rubber member with his ass. Gently push the dildo into his tight ass. I start slowly hearing him alternate between screams and moans. once I get it all the way in I pull it back out just as slowly. After letting him get one full pass I start to pick up speed ramming him with my synthetic dick. As he gets used to this new intruder He starts to moan. I remember that this is supposed to be punishment I give his ass a smack. "Are you going to walk in on Mommy in the shower again" I ask giving his ass a smack. "No" he reply's meekly. "Mommy can't hear you" I say with another smack. "NO!" He respond as his moaning. grows more intense. "Good" I say with drawing my dildo from from his ass. He rolls over and sits up on the bed. His eyes fixed on me as I undo the strap on. Once I remove the toy I tell him "so I hope you have learned your lesson and no more walking in when Mommy is in the shower." I turn to leave his room knowing he is going to need some time to jack off. As I walk toward the door I start to think to myself I did it. I had some fun, I taught him a lesson but I stopped before things went too far. But just as I reach the door I feel him grabbing my wrist. He spins me around, I see him eyeing my naked body. His free hand stroking his hard dick. Before I can do anything he says. "Mom I'm so horny right now." "Ok," I respond trying to get free from his grip. "You're 18, I'm sure you know how to deal with that on your own." I keep trying to get free from his grasp when he grabs my other hand and tosses me on the bed. Grabbing both my hands he raises them above my head. I keep trying to get free but he is too strong for me. Looking down at me he says "Now Mom it is not nice to tease, you taught me that." As he straddles me I see an animal lust in his eyes, I realize I did go too far I crossed that line I was trying to avoid. As he climbs on top of me his hard cock approaching my mouth. "You made me this horny Mom," he says pushing the tip of his dick against my lips. "So you are going to help me deal with it." As I stop struggling I think he is right. I did this. As much as I wanted to think I was holding back, not crossing some imaginary line. I started down this path, and we are reaching the only logical end. Accepting my fate I open my mouth which is quickly filled with my son's dick. He rams his cock down my throat with purpose. seeing that I'm not fighting him he lets go of my hands and grabs my head. He is so rough with his thrusts I start to gag on his cock. He gives me a smirk as I struggle to take him in but eventually he pull out after so I can catch my breath. Looking down at me seeing how helpless I look, exposed to him and he asks. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "YES!" I shout at him "shove that cock in Mommy's cunt and fuck me!" As I spread my legs he is visibly shocked to hear such dirty talk from his mother. The shock does not last long as he slides his cock into my wet hot pussy. I cry out as his cocks slides in, a feeling i've not felt in far too long. He starts to fuck me with long slow strokes. Clearly he has had more practice at this than I thought, but right now I'm glad he had it as I start to moan. As I cry out in pleasure he keep pounding my pussy, I get lost in the moment. "Yes, Yes YES!!" I shout enjoying this forbidden lust. But regaining some senses I grab his face and look him in the eyes and say "Don't cum in me." He nods understanding and keep thrusting. As he reaches his limit he pulls his cock out and climbs back on top of me. Placing it in between my tits, I understand his plan and I push them together and he starts to hump. I open my mouth waiting for what comes next, It does not take long for him to climax shooting his load. I manage to catch some of his cum in my mouth but most of it lands on my chin and the top of my chest. Spent he collapses next to me on the bed and we both lay there for a moment enjoying the good fucking we just had. As I get up notice a drop of his cum hanging off my chin, with him watching I grab it with my finger and then suck it off. "Ok new rule," I say knowing I have his full attention. "If you are a good boy you can fuck mommy." Bending over I pick up the strap-on of the floor "But if you are a bad boy Mommy fucks you." Happy with this new rule he shakes his head yes and I head for the door. As I walk to the door I think the dirty parts of my mind taking over. I stop in the doorway holding the strap-on playing with the toy I say "and if your friend does not believe you when you tell him what happened. Well just tell him what I do to bad boys."