6 comments/ 430299 views/ 65 favorites Asking For It By: Mikelh "Oh my God!" That was all I could think when he asked me. When I told my son I wanted to give him something special for the holidays, the last thing I expected him to do was point and say, "those mom." I looked at him like he was crazy or maybe I was because he couldn't have been pointing to my breasts, so I mumbled something and just looked at him. He was staring back into my eyes and he kissed my cheek and said, "Mom, "You're so beautiful...just once, I'd like to touch you." I heard it right. I guess the sane thing to do would have been just to laugh as if it was a joke and walk away but I was incredulous so I continued the conversation. "Honey, why would you be interested in an old lady's boobs, especially your mothers? There are plenty of young girls out there that would be..." He cut me off and said, "Look I'm sorry I said anything, let's just forget it; why don't you buy me a shirt?" Was I smart enough to let it go...of course not? What could be wrong with a little more 'communication'? And of course I was intrigued, and that's what got me into trouble. "Sweetheart is it that you're curious about women because...?" "Mom I've slept with enough girls and I'm not curious...what I am is...I just think about you all the time and you...make me feel different than other girls do. You're the only one I'm really attracted to." "Oh Tommy honey that's so sweet but...maybe it's because since your father died, you've been alone with me in this house. It's been ten years...this is probably all my fault...I probably kept you to myself to much...I should have made you go out more...I..." "Mom it's not your fault...unless you're to blame for being so beautiful and having a body that would make any guy hard." I felt myself turn crimson. I know I'm all right looking for someone pushing forty, but I'm not God's gift to men...but...I stood looking into the eyes of someone who thought I was. It's not that I didn't know Tommy found me attractive but I always thought his complimenting my hair or my legs was as his mother...and the big bulge I often saw in his pants; I figured that was just a young guy's hormones...and since I'm a very physical person, when he touched me I always thought it was...'innocent'. He moped around for days and was mostly uncommunicative so when the holidays came around I thought to myself, "Oh what the hell, it's not such a big deal...and it's cheaper than a car." When he came home I sat him down next to me on the couch and said, "Happy birthday Bucko; you have five minutes and not a minute more." I unbuttoned my blouse, reached back and unhooked my bra freeing my breasts. I'm very fair skinned and blushing brought a pink flush almost to my nipples. My boobs probably look bigger than they are because I'm slim. "He's getting a bonus," I thought, because they were swollen from my period. They were also sensitive and tender. Tommy said I was beautiful and I closed my eyes so he could enjoy his 'gift' without feeling self-conscious. I waited in anticipation of his touch. I flinched a little in surprise when instead of his hands; I felt his mouth on me. His warm lips surrounded my nipple; his tongue massaged the rubbery tip, and he suckled. My second surprise was how it made me feel. I don't know what I thought my part in this whole thing would be but I was feeling the effects of his sucking down to my pussy. He cupped the tit and began gently fondling it as his mouth continued attending to my nipple. "What am I doing?" I thought. "I'm letting my son fondle me and I'm so wet it seems to be dripping down my thigh." I started to float and lost track of time as he went from breast to breast and nipple to nipple with his hands and mouth. I felt stimulated, sore and alive. It must have been at least a half hour later when Tommy said, "Thank you mom, that was best present I ever got. I love you for doing this." I sat there stunned and realized he was buttoning my blouse. I managed to stutter, "...Your welcome dear..." I spent a restless night and the next morning I was in a daze. I didn't know what to think or how to think it. I came into the kitchen and Tommy had made the coffee and was leaving for work. He came up to me and put his lips an inch from mine. I didn't move. He whispered, "Good morning mom"; and then his mouth gently caressed mine. He laid his hand on my breast and his thumb crossed over my nipple. In my fog all I could focus on was the fact that I wasn't stopping him. I was relieved when he released my aching breast. He left and said, "See you this afternoon." It was my day off and I was left with the turmoil of my life whirling around me. I knew I had to sort it out before my son came home. After getting through the muck of my thoughts and the maelstrom of my feelings, I had it all set. As soon as my son got home I would tell him in no uncertain term that this whole 'business' was over. I paced for the rest of the afternoon until I heard his key in the door. Before he could say "hello" I said, "Tommy, I know this wasn't your fault but we've got to stop..." I never finished the sentence. "No" he said and kissed me. "Because I love you and I know you love me." He kissed me again and I was in his enfolding arms. All I managed was a few 'buts' as I tasted his contagious desire. His hand slipped under the light bra and I felt my nipple stiffen between his fingers. When he reached between my legs, I pulled back and adamantly said, "NO, NO, NO." He said, "All right mom" and went back to kissing me. This became our pattern over the next few weeks. He knew when I said something like "We shouldn't," it meant "Yes baby do that to me," and when I said "NO", it was a line he shouldn't cross; and he didn't. The problem for me was that my handsome, dark haired, blue eyed, desirous, and desirable son was making me blur the line; like letting him put his hand in my panties and glide it over what he called the smoothest ass he ever felt. I liked it. I liked it too much. Most of the early 'goings on' seemed to take place in the kitchen, in the morning; which led to fantasies in the afternoon and masturbation at night. More and more I was wondering...this...and that...and what it would feel like to...? The first time I touched the bulge in his pants, we were kissing on the couch. The only light was from the TV that we weren't watching. I was surprised how far down his leg it went. He immediately reached between my legs and this time I didn't protest. I started breathing hard as he reached into my panties. I was slick and his fingers came up wet to my clit. His fingers felt better than mine on me. He held my swollen nub between his fingers and gently rubbed. I had never done myself quite that way and it was exciting enough for me to squeeze his cock more in reaction to what I was feeling than any attempt to masturbate him. The difference was lost on him because after a short while he was saying, "Oh...oh...mom...mom..." and I felt him jerking and coming. I unzipped his pants and put my hand in to rub the last few spurts out of the thick cock I was touching for the first time. I wanted to come so badly. His hand was still on my pussy and I whispered to him, "Rub me like you were doing before baby." He was kissing me and telling me he loved me and I was climbing. I got so excited I dug my nails into his arm as he did that wonderful thing on my wet clit. When he put his fingers into me, I heard a low moan coming from my mouth that started in my belly. It had been three or four years since a man brought me off; and when I started to come, I made a noise that sounded like squealing. I was breathing hard as I petted my son's sweet hands and fingers. I felt the total relief of the orgasm for a moment but if ever there was a time for second thoughts, it was right then, after my son had just made me come. Second thoughts, third thoughts and fourth thoughts plagued me for days. I didn't let Tommy kiss me, touch me or come near me. I told him I loved him and I didn't blame him but I needed to come to grips with this thing that was going on between us. He said, "I understand mom, but I'm never going to stop loving you and wanting you and needing you." That didn't help. That night I fantasized about my son. I put my hand between my legs and started to masturbate. It was like watching a movie. I heard my voice narrating in my head. As I rubbed, I told myself this story about how my son would love me: "He's kissing me and his hands will soon be on my breasts. It's where he always goes first. He bares them and fondles them until he sees my nipples harden so he can tug on the long tips. The points, which connected us nineteen years ago, connect us again. My breasts which were heavy with milk are now heavy with maturity and they warm in my son's hands, the hands that find me at all hours of the day and night. He kisses me and says, 'I love you mother...it's ok...everything is going to be all right.' I'm wearing the white lacy thong and stockings he laid out for me. He puts out the things he wants me to wear. I always put them on. He'll make me wear the veil. I'll be the bride tonight because he wants me to be all things to him. Tomorrow maybe I'll be the whore...or the slave...but in the end my son will have me...like he will every night. His wet finger is on my clit and I'm starting to get lost in the wash of feelings that come over me when he does that thing: slow circles over the button and tender strokes over the soft puffy lips. A thousand kisses and a thousand bouquets of 'I love you' melt me...and wet me. I surrender to the garland of his love and the hardness that's in my hand. I stroke him impossibly upright into the staff that will soon reach into my belly where he will go deeper and deeper into my center asking, 'is that you...is that you?' Finally in exquisite relief my body will answer 'Yes...yes love...that's me...that's your mother...there...there...' and I'll come and many times come again, and for a sweet moment...I'll forget. And when the ecstatic moment passes, I'll be left with my son above me, his juices coating my insides." I come hard as the fantasy ends and the stinging whip of my thoughts begin to snap at me. I had to talk to someone. I figured my sister Jan would probably be the only one I could trust; the only place I might find concern and advice rather than condemnation. I visited her the next day and made a lot of small talk because it was hard for me to start but finally I said, "Janice honey, I don't know how to tell you the trouble I'm in...its Tommy..." "What is it babe, is he sick?" "No sweetie, it's nothing like that...it's...I've been...sort of having sex with him." "What...How...?" "Oh Jan, I just don't have the strength to do the whole thing with you but you know how good-looking he is and how lonely and depressed I was...it happened...and now I'm so confused...I love him Jan, he's everything I've ever wanted...everything...he's the person we've talked about finding since we were girls. He loves me in a way that always makes me feel special...and he's so good for me Jan, and exciting...I almost come when he just touches me." "Babe...Babe...don't cry. Let's talk about it...it sounds like you should be happy. I know it's complicated and I don't know anything about something like this but...what is there to cry about...you found someone to love...someone who loves you back. "But he's my son Jan...and...I can't stop myself...I want him all the time...how can I want my own son to make love to me...want my son in me...in me...?" "Look, I'd give anything to feel that way again...with anyone. You're both adults and you're in a situation that not everyone is going to understand – but they don't have to. It's for the two of you to work out. If it's what you both decide you want...hey, the whole world is looking for that kind of love...you found it at home." The encouragement I got from Jan was unexpected but welcome. Somehow I felt better. When my son came home that night, for the first time, I was the initiator. I kissed him and told him that I loved him very much. It made him happy and he was surprised. He said, "Well I love you too...very much." His kisses were passionate and helped assuage my fear that I would again regret what was about to happen between us. He took my top off and my nipples were already elongated. I felt more relaxed and the warm feelings bathed me as my son stroked my heavy breasts. The tingling reached between my legs before my son's hands did, and it wet me. When he reached into my panties, his finger easily entered my opening and teased my pussy. I invited my son to bed. When we reached my room, I could see the hardness of him straining in his pants. It was the hardness of my loving son that I wanted filling me. I undressed him for the first time and enjoyed touching each place I exposed. I stroked his smooth muscular chest and back. I grasped the cock that fueled my fantasies and reached behind to his strong ass. As we touched each other, he kissed my neck and said, "Mother...mother...mother..." The words sent nagging doubts flitting as he reached down to put himself inside me. Doubts, like pins pricked into me as if puncturing my skin, but nothing could stop the relief I felt when the heart of me welcomed my son's stiff flesh into my wet center. Nothing could keep me from saying, "Yes Tommy...yes...yes...be inside your mother...where she needs you." He filled my pussy and the slow rhythmic insertions took me to realm of thoughtless abandon. All I could do was revel in the feel of him along the walls of my vagina, engorged in my pussy, fucking his...mother...fucking...his mother...fucking his mother. I rested in my son's arms after all the times he made me come. As his loving hands gently soothed my flaming body, I asked him if he was ashamed of me. He said, "Mom, don't you know how much I love you? I'm proud that you're my mom...you're the one I want to spend all my nights with." "How could you be proud? When I...do things that no mother..." "That's when I'm the proudest of you...that's when I love you the most," he said. I looked in his loving eyes and saw the truth of what he told me. I wanted to love him so much at that moment...I wanted to pleasure him as he had pleasured me. I went to the long cock lying on his leg and kissed it. It sprang to life, as I tasted both of our juices on it. When I first put the swelling knob into my mouth, I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until my son came in my mouth. I had never let a man come in my mouth. I was almost forty years old and this was the first moment I understood why a woman would want her man to fill her mouth with his cum. I now loved my son that way and I wanted to do it for him, and more than that, I wanted to do it for me. I sucked and rubbed the long shaft that had been in my pussy not long before. Having it in my mouth excited me. My tongue traced the shape of the spongy helmet and the veins that I had seen swell when he had gotten hard for me. I grabbed the shaft with one hand and my pussy with the other, as my body wouldn't stay still. My son took my breast in his hand and all the sensations played me. I could feel his tension building as I sucked and masturbated him at the same time. I stopped long enough to kiss and lick up and down the shaft and tell him that I was proud that he was my son and that this was what I wanted. I felt his fingers press into my breast as I returned him as deep into my mouth as I could. All he said was, "Mom...I'm...OH...OH..." I sucked and jerked him and the first forceful stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I controlled a small gag and swallowed as more jets followed. The sounds of my son's pleasure made me glad and I continued to milk the juice into my mouth. The last few licks across the tip of his exhausted cock made his body twitch. I continued rubbing my pussy and put my tit into my son's mouth, feeding him. He held the big tit in two hands and he drew the nipple forcefully between his lips. He kept pulling on it and my body remembered how he used to draw milk from my swollen breasts. My pussy ached for release and I asked him to do it for me. He went between my legs and took my clit as he taken my nipple. He called me his "beautiful cunt" and it was the first time that word was beautiful to me. I told him that my cunt was for him as I approached the most intense orgasm of the night. I cried out "Son...son...yes...like that baby...just like that for mother..." My body began to wrack in spasms. I arched my pussy high into the air as he continued sucking and I called to him, "Make me come...make me come..." He made me come and to my surprise within a moment he made me come again. "Oh love, you're so good for your mother..." I held him so tightly, he could hardly breathe and I told him, "I'm never going to let you go...never...I don't care...about anything anymore...my baby...my baby..." I woke up happy the next morning, for the first time in a long time. I wouldn't let him go to work and neither did I. We stayed and played and didn't leave the house. I became determined to live the cliché – 'Today is the first day of the rest of our lives'. I told my son, "From today on, I'll never refuse you. All I'm going to do is love you. If you want me, I'm yours." He wanted me. He wanted me with my legs spread and all of me open to him and that was how I wanted to be. He touched the warm lips of my pussy and before I knew it, he pushed his big cock into me and said, "This is where I want to be mom." I wouldn't let him stop all day. We talked about moving away to live in a place where we could be a couple that holds hands walking down the street and kisses at the movies; he talked about going back to college and finishing his degree. It was a day that was better than any fantasy. About a week later I was having a particularly bad night and I woke him up. I needed the comfort of him and his loving warmth. I told him I was feeling down and upset and he just held me until I felt that little 'click' in my head that usually takes me from feeling terrible to feeling better for no particular reason. I did feel better and I appreciated how kind and concerned he was. I was so vulnerable and filled with love for him. I loved that he had grown into a good person. I kissed him for it. Then I kissed him for me. I opened my nightgown and took a bare breast to his mouth. My nipple responded to his attention as his hand stroked my flank. He slid under the panty-like bottom and caressed one globe, spreading my ass. My head started to spin off into fantasies. I wanted...everything. He slept in briefs and they were now stretching at the crotch. I was beyond caring or thinking. I took his briefs down and saw the longest, widest, straightest, hardest cock I figured I would ever see. He was up on his elbows and I told him, "Lie back baby and let momma take care of you." I grabbed the shaft that my fingers couldn't quite get around and brought it to my mouth. I kissed it and felt it jump in my hand. I engulfed the crown and moved my hand along the length as I sucked on the fully expanded head. The taste of my son's pre-cum on my tongue excited me. My son's thick meat filled my mouth as I descended on the shaft. I couldn't believe how much was still exposed. The thought that I was sucking my son's cock was still new: illicit and thrilling at the same time. In my lonely nights of masturbatory fantasies I had concocted some far out scenarios but never in my wildest imaginings was my mouth filled with my son's cock; yet I was trembling with excitement that it was there, and that my son wanted to love me that way. The noises coming from both of us told me that there was no way I was going to stop before he came. I told him the other thoughts that were swirling in my head between my sucking bouts. "I love the taste of your cock Tommy...I love the soft skin and hard shaft...I love to watch your pleasure when you're in momma's mouth...I want to be good for you baby...I want to give you the best sucking you ever had..." I licked him from under his big balls to the tip of his leaking cock head. I almost swallowed the crown and used my tongue to massage the hard shaft. I asked him, "Is momma doing you good baby...is this what you want momma to do?" By his sounds, he seemed to like my talking as much as my sucking. Asking For It I cupped him in my hand and massaged the big leathery sack as I began bobbing in frenzy. I heard his moaning get louder and felt him tighten and rise. I prepared for the onslaught of cum from my sons throbbing and jerking cock. I knew what happened the last time, but I still wasn't ready for all the jets that came following into my mouth. I welcomed it as my pussy tingled and juiced. I swallowed some of the cum my son was giving me but I knew more was on its way. I took my mouth off him to keep from choking but continued pumping the long shaft. His cum was everywhere. On my face and breasts and belly. As he moaned I said, "Yes love...yes...yes..." When he finished with a long sigh, I kissed his glistening cock and coated my breasts with my son's milky love. I was beyond repair. The only thought in my mind at that time was "I want his cock inside me." Over and over it played in my head. I didn't give him a chance to recuperate. I went back to massaging and sucking the cum-slickened cock. It was only moments before he was hard for me again. I took my son's cock and brought it to the slick lips between my legs. The massive rod penetrated my wet opening and I slid down on it feeling the friction on the walls of my vagina. He reached up and took my breasts into his hands as I rocked on him. He pressed and squeezed and pinched and told me I had beautiful breasts. I covered his hands with mine as he pressed and pulled the aching globes. As I rose and fell on my son's rigid shaft, I felt completed by the fullness between my legs. I experienced new sensations that no man had ever provided before. I put away the thought that it was my son that was bringing me so much pleasure; that it was my son in my cunt. I rode his big cock until I could no longer contain the orgasm waiting to charge through me. Finally I heard myself, almost out of control, accept who was fucking me. "...So big for me...so hard for me...for your mother...for mother...for mother..." I came almost screaming those words as Tommy bucked up into my belly releasing another torrent of lubricating cum allowing me to finish the last spasms of my thunderous orgasm, hard and fast. The best orgasm of my life notwithstanding, as my son lay in my arms, the demons of doubt began dancing in my head. "You just fucked your son...you sucked him...you fucked him...his cum is all over you...your son's cum is inside you..." It hit me full then, my son's cum was inside me and we hadn't done anything for protection. Not that it didn't flash while he was in me, but while I was feeling so good, I glossed over it with thoughts like...what are the chances...one time...I'm older...famous last words. So it wasn't a complete surprise later on, when I was late. I'm never late...but I was late. I panicked. I bought a pregnancy test and in the few moments while I was waiting for the results, it hit me. If this was the price I would have to pay to be with him, it was all right. Even if I was carrying my son's child, it was all right. I would be lying if I didn't say I was very relieved when it turned out that I really was just late and not pregnant, but I learned something about myself: more than anything, and at any cost, I wanted my son to be my lover. I no longer had to hide from what I needed: the love and the sex. I needed to have my son's love inside me and I needed to have my son's cock inside me. It was about a month later that Tommy was scheduled to start college upstate during the summer session. I couldn't bear to be apart from him so I proposed that we move up there and start a new life together. We were both deliriously happy at the prospect. I was turned on and he was voracious for his mother's pussy. As for the cliché about being careful what you wish for – my son's cock was inside me so many times that night, I was sore for the next two days. It was a very exciting time in my life: a new home, a new job, a new town and a new love. I felt like I was on my honeymoon. Tommy was very attentive, buying me little presents, holding my hand whenever we went out, and best of all, doing me until I couldn't see straight. We quickly developed certain rituals. Some people go on about 'spontaneity' but I'm not complaining about one routine my son puts me through each night. It always starts with me sucking him until he hardens in my mouth and then not letting him come. I tell him, "If you want to come in mother's mouth you have to make mother come in yours." He knows what gets me off. He starts by licking my pussy all over until my inner and outer lips are covered with his saliva and my juices. Then he massages the hood over my clit with the flat of his tongue. I tell him, "Mother likes it when you lick her that way baby." His tongue darts in and out of my vagina and then he returns to my swelling nub. He pulls the hood up with his fingers and fastens his lips over my clit sucking it into his mouth. His tongue works me until I'm in a state and saying, "That's my good boy..." over and over. He knows I'll come soon and intensifies the pressure and speed as he circles the pleasure button. Within a moment the hot wash of orgasm is inundating my insides with waves of the best feelings I've ever known and I'm calling my son, "Tommy...Tommy...oh...don't stop...don't stop loving me...oh...don't stop..." When I calm, my son climbs up my body, kisses me and says, "Never mom, never...never...never..." And I'm at peace. Early on, after we moved, my equilibrium was disturbed when I came home early from work one day and decided to surprise my Tommy by meeting him by the diner that I knew he hung out at every day until I got home. I found him but I also found too many beautiful girls with too many beautiful bodies there. I looked in a corner and saw him kissing a slim blonde – until I heard a voice behind me say "Hi"...It was Tommy. The back of the head that was kissing the girl looked something like Tommy's and I guess my anxiety did the rest. When we left he knew I was off kilter and he asked me what was wrong. I said "I guess I got a little worried when I saw my 'competition'. They're all so young and pretty and...young." Tommy laughed, "You don't have any competition mom; you give me more than I could ever get or want from those girls. From you I get love. I don't need anything else." "Oh honey, I want that to be true so much. All day at work I was thinking about how much I need you...how much I need you to be with me..." I then whispered to him, "...how much I need you in me...how much I need to be yours...you've made me yours baby...momma belongs to you now...all yours." He was all over me on the way home and inside all of me when we were finally in bed. The word that best describes how my son does me when I think about it is 'powerful'. I think it's the hard thickness of his cock that really makes it look and feel so strong. Maybe it's just that it fills so much of me that gives me that sensation, but always makes me feel safe, and satisfied. I got a bit 'clingy' that night after the incident and wouldn't let him stop. I made him 'prove' that he loved me. After coming in me a second time, he turned to toward his sleep position but I was having none of it. I took him in my hand and began fondling him, talking in a voice I never used, a little girl voice. I told him, "Mommy needs more baby...mommy needs her Tommy's big hard cock inside her...mommy needs for her boy to fuck her..." It thrilled me that he got stiff so quickly and sent a jolt through me when he flipped me and drove almost all his meat into me without his usual playing and teasing. His hard strokes pounding into my pussy made quick work of both of us. It was a relief when his cum lubricated me enough to take as much of his thick cock as I wanted. He said, "Mom I could do you all night and all day and it still wouldn't be enough for me." He laughed as he gave me a last stroke with the full length of his strong cock. "I love having a mother with such a hot pussy...and hot everything else." He proceeded to do my 'everything else' through the night. When I was married, I probably enjoyed anal sex best of all, but I hadn't attempted it with Tommy. Given the size of him, my reticence wasn't surprising but it felt like I was keeping part of me from him. On a special night, I overcame my reluctance and he had all of me. As he touched and fondled and prodded me with his fingers, I readied myself. When he touched my small hole I said, "Yes honey, there...do me there...put it in there." I reached into the drawer and took out the lubricant I had prepared. I slathered his dick and put a thick glob on my pucker and into the opening. On my spread knees I rested my elbows on the big pillow and raised my ass in the air and told my son, "Do it slow sweetie...put it in me and..." He didn't need much encouragement. He was excited to do it and his first entry was a shock. As I became accustomed to the full presence in me, I relaxed and began enjoying long deep stabs of pleasure. He massaged deep into the muscles of my ass with his thumbs as he gave me what I wanted to give him, more pleasure. His moans matched mine with each fulfilling plunge. The deeper he went the better I felt. The combined feeling that I was giving my son all I could, and sitting on the edge of extreme pleasure and pain was an aphrodisiac to me. I had all of him in me and I was glad. Glad to have my son in my ass, glad to fuck for him and suck for him. The thoughts sent cords of current from my nipples to my cunt and asshole. I almost screamed at him, "Pound me...pound me...give me...all...oh...give me your cock...in momma's ass...yes baby...in momma's ass..." He turned me over onto my back and lifted my legs straight up holding my ankles on one forearm. He put his cock back into my ass, impossibly deep. It was what I wanted, my son's big cock in my ass. Once he was in me I knew that it would become my favorite again, as long it was my son that was doing me, in me, pounding me. I wondered if he would ever end as he stuffed my ass with all his meat. My tits shook with each of my son's insertions. Finally I felt his balls on me and was grateful. If he'd had any more to put in me, I think I would have passed out. "Oh mom...I'm in your ass...my cock is in your ass...it feels so good to do this to you...does it feel good mom?" Then he kept repeating, "Oh mom...oh mom...it's so hot...and tight...and good...and...fuck...Oh fuck..." "Yes baby, I like it there...momma loves it...yes...in my ass." I could hardly comprehend how all of his big cock had gotten into me. I was filled with him and filled with love for him. I told him. "It's for you...my ass is for you...all for you...everything...yes...yes." The first stream of ejaculate was unexpectedly hard. I could feel him coming in me. He lost some control and slapped my ass. It stung as he continued pumping his cum into the tight chute. It triggered my orgasm and I laughed with pleasure as my son and I finished together. "Oh mom that was great...it was unbelievable...oh man." He rested on me, kissing me as I held him in my arms while my tight ring kept him in me. "...It was amazing to be in you there," he said. I told him it was where he belonged; and I was there for him whenever and however he wanted me, that every part of his mother was for him and only him. I meant it. I said, "Promise me you'll come to me for anything you need and never be ashamed to ask me for whatever you could imagine a woman could do for you...promise me...promise me love...because mother's for you now...all of me is for you now." I held his cock and kissed him urgently as he promised that it would always be only me. It was wonderful to be there for my son that night and during the many nights he kept his promise. Over the four years we spent in that town my son was there for me also. He never let me feel anything but loved, especially when I went through a period of doubt and depression. At one point I felt that I was being selfish in not letting him go on to a more 'normal' life. I told him I was already getting to be too old for him and it would only get worse. I came up with a plan. I would stay with him until he finished school and then I would let him go. He laughed at me and told me I was 'nuts'. He said, "Do you think there's any way I would let the best thing in my life walk out the door? And don't people with gray in their hair need sex and love?" He kissed me softly and told me, "Forget it mom, you're not going anywhere without me." And I didn't. We moved to Silicon Valley where Tom did well and the gray certainly made an appearance on me. He wouldn't let me dye it. I could live with threads of silver on my head but there was no way I was going to leave it on my pussy. One night I went into the bathroom and shaved myself clean. We had never talked about it but I told him I did it for him; I didn't even know if he would like it. As it turned out, I needn't have worried. He was so turned on; he licked and sucked it for half the night - definitely a good decision. I had so much sex with my son in the beginning; I asked and he did, he asked and I did. I expected either his or my desire to wane. It never really happened. We may not have been staying up all night the way we used to but we never went a day without some kind of sexual contact. We were fortunate and unusual; we were each what the other wanted and needed. There was one incident that made this clear. My son asked me if I would have sex with him and his friend Steve. I said, " I'm not sure how comfortable I am having sex with anyone but you, but I love you honey and I want you always to be able to get what you need at home so I'll do it if you want me to." The night came and I was nervous as hell. I'd met Steve before and he was a nice guy but he didn't know we were mother and son. I made myself up and did the sexy stockings and ass hugging short skirt thing that my son likes. We had drinks and Tommy whispered to me to go into the bedroom and wait. A few minutes later the door opened and my son walked in, alone. He said, "I sent Steve home...I realized that it was an exciting fantasy but I didn't want the reality. I couldn't stand the idea of another man with his hands on you...or in you. Mom, I never want anyone to touch you but me." I think I cried a little and said, "Thank you love, that's what I want too; only you...my baby...my love. Come make your mother happy." I felt wanton and free that night and loved my son more than I ever had. I showed him with my body: my body that took his full manhood into every part of it. It was a special night that brought us closer together than we had ever been. I remember the tenderness with which my son touched and petted and stroked me telling me I was his only love. He licked my bare pussy for the longest time slathering the outer lips and then sucking them into his mouth. When his lips surrounded my clit I had already come once and the slow even circling of his tongue on my swollen nub brought me off again. He laid his cock on my opening and slid it, rubbing the inner lips without actually entering me. I held off as long as I could and finally pushed his cock into me. The relief of having the big cock where it belonged allowed me the luxury of a long exhaled sigh. The more he filled me, the more I wanted. I felt his width along the walls of my grasping channel and smiled up at the handsome face above me. Tommy must have been having second thoughts about even asking his friend over because he wanted me to tell him over and over that I would never let anyone else touch me. As he began pushing his cock to the depths of me, I told him, "No love...never... no one but you...momma's mouth is only for you...my pussy is only for you...my ass is only for you...yes baby ...yes...deeper...fuck your momma like you'll always do...like only you'll do...like only you could do...love...love...love." As he forced his big cock up into my belly, I felt him touch the places inside me I knew could only be for him. I escalated with each powerful insertion of my son's cock. And then all I could feel were exquisite shafts of lightening going through my pussy. I pushed my hips up to meet the muscular body above me and wrapped my arms around it as the vibrations started. I told him the simplest and clearest truth I felt at that moment, "Oh sweet love...oh...you fuck your mother so good." I came for the third time when I felt my son's first powerful stream of cum. Love filled me as my lover filled me. That was a while ago but I think back fondly on it. I won't say how old I am now (I don't even like to write the number down) I'll just say we've shared quite a few years together. We still share our name as a 'May-December' husband and wife in the community and we definitely share our bed every night. But it was always more than just the sex, and it still is. That's why it's so good. That's why I'm so glad my son asked for what he did many years ago. That's why I'm happy. Asking For It Me and my mates had our eyes on you all night. You were such a turn-on in that skimpy red top and short black skirt. The way you sat on the sofa, crossing and uncrossing your legs, offering tantalizing glimpses of your wispy panties. And later, when I got the chance to hold you close in a slow sexy dance, and I saw those gorgeous tits spilling out of your tank top, just asking to be groped. And the way you wiggled your hips and swayed them so provocatively. And that perfume and the way you smiled and ran your tongue over your lips, teasing and tempting. As if to say "Fuck me! What are you waiting for?" You hot little bitch. The way you ground your hips and rubbed your pussy so blatantly against my crotch. Tempting and teasing the whole time. Then, when the dance was over, not even a word of thanks. You just walked away without even looking at me. Leaving me high and dry with a raging hard-on. That was when I decided you needed to be taught a lesson. We planned our moves carefully. Rocky and Vince were as keen as me. They had the hots for you as well and they were ready to dish it out. Later in the evening the party guests were sitting around smoking dope and crapping on. Then Rocky invited you to play pool downstairs. So the two of you are just about to start when me and Vince show up. We grab a cue and the game starts. I take the precaution of locking the door. We don't want to be disturbed. We soon noticed that you were half smashed already. Every time you bent over to play a shot, you gave us all one hell of a view of your tits and every time you wiggled your ass in that tiny little skirt, my cock twitched in anticipation. You were drinking Jack Daniels and the more you played the drunker and unsteadier you got. So there you were tottering around on your platform heels and we were catching you, grabbing and groping your tits, feeling under your skirt, rubbing your hot cunt through your panties. You were our smorgasbord, you cock-teaser. And we were determined to make the most of you, with your tits, pussy and ass up for grabs. And I do mean grabs! I had my tongue halfway down your throat and I squeezed your firm luscious tits, pinching your nipples. Meanwhile Vince and Rocky were carrying out a close inspection of your pussy and asshole. By this time I'd lifted your top over your head so I could get my hungry mouth on those appetizing tits. And now I could lick, suck and bite them to my heart's content. Meanwhile the other two had torn off your skirt and relieved you of your skimpy panties. After they had given your cunt a thorough tongue-fucking, we changed so that I could push my tongue into your dripping snatch. We lifted you up onto the pool table, held you down and forced your legs apart. For the first time you started to resist but it was no use. We had you where we wanted you, at the mercy of our rampant pricks! I told the others to hold you down and then I spread your legs so I could get at your luscious pussy. Oh yesss, baby. You were so hot! Holding your pussy lips apart, I thrust my tongue HARD into your cunt, licking, sucking and biting furiously. Baby, you were such an appetizing sight, with your legs spread wide apart and your long blonde hair cascading down over your shoulders. And every time you jerked, trying to get free, we were rewarded with the sight of your jiggling tits which only increased our sexual frenzy. We groped you in every way imaginable until we were mad with lust. Then we attacked you full-on. I rammed my big fat cock all the way up your sopping cunt and started to fuck you like a man possessed. Vince pulled you back so that your head was hanging over the edge of the table then he shoved his engorged prick hard into your mouth. "Suck it, bitch!", he instructed you. Rocky had a knife at your throat and you didn't doubt for a moment that he was capable of using it. I was in a sweat now, fucking you savagely and grabbing your tits, twisting your nipples. You didn't like that very much but your mouth was full at the time so you weren't really able to object! So the three of us spent quite an enjoyable couple of hours in your delightful company taking turns to fuck you in every hole! After we'd finished, you looked a real mess. We'd really given you a proper work-over. Your lipstick and mascara were smeared, your slutty red lips swollen. Your face was dripping with cum and your tits looked a bit worse for the mauling they'd got. Your cunt was still in pretty good shape, considering the attentions we had lavished on it. You did have a few bruises here and there, but all things considered, you had stood up to our little rendezvous quite well. The three of us had worked up a bit of a thirst so we finished off the Jack Daniels. You had just about passed out by this time and you certainly needed a bit of a clean-up. So we half-carried, half-dragged your lifeless body into the shower and turned on the water. By the time we'd washed you, paying special attention to your tits and cunt, and dried you off, we were ready to fuck you again. This time you didn't protest at all, and when it was my turn to fuck your mouth, you opened wide like a good little slut and swallowed it all. The other two guys decided to try a DP they'd seen in a porno and simultaneously fucked your cunt and your tight little asshole. Then we played a game where we took turns in fucking all of your holes, moving around your body like musical chairs! After we shot our loads over your tits, cunt and face, we couldn't be bothered cleaning you up again. We found you a bed down the hall where you could sleep it off. So, what happened the next day? Did you go to the police, you stupid cunt? I heard that the constable who interviewed you was a horny young guy who insisted that you describe all the DETAILS. Apparently he insisted on you RE-ENACTING your little adventure and he got so turned on he had to sample the merchandise himself! Asking For It I've been writing you letters for days, waiting for some sort of response. Every time I sit down to create a new scenario for you, I wonder what must be going through your head each time you read. I've written about so many things already. The things I want to do to you; the things I want you to do to me. I've written about sucking your cock and having you make me swallow your cum; I've written about you periodically stopping to pinch or twist my nipples over a so many days, commanding me not to cum until you tell me to. I've told you my deepest secret; my fantasy of becoming a submissive; of having you control my every sexual move. I've been writing for weeks and still nothing. I am beginning to wonder if this offers any sort of pleasure for you or if my efforts to let you in on my hidden desires is pointless. I step into the steaming shower, thinking about all of this and simultaneously creating my next piece in my head. I snag the shampoo of the window sill, and mindlessly go to the task of washing my wavy brunette hair. Still mentally composing and fantasizing, I rinse and condition. It's mandatory, the conditioner. My hair is long enough and has just enough body to get tangled easily. I massage my scalp, imagining it's your hands in my hair, grasping at the root while you shove me down onto your dick, choking me with it's length. I smile at the idea. I decide to shave and putting an extra dollop of conditioner in my hand, I coat my pussy with the slimy goo to make the coarse fuzz a little softer and easier for the razor to get through. You're sleeping in the bedroom, having worked all night and exhausted. It's late morning in mid-winter and there's a draft coming in through the window in the shower. My nipples are stiff, perked up and crinkled from both cold and arousal. I pick up the razor and start to soak it. The aloe strip is such an ingenius invention! While the hot water beats down, I lather myself thoroughly and rinse. I then sit on one of the narrow corners of the bathtub and spread my legs. Carefully, I start to cut away the stubble around my lips, deep between my legs. I always leave my mound covered. After years of experimenting with shaving, I've discovered that for some reason, the skin right over my pubic bone is most sensitive and prone to razor rash and irritation. As long as my lips are smooth, my clitoris peeking out and sensitive to everything that comes into contact with my body, I don't care. Thinking about the notes I've left and what to put in the next one while the back side of the razor brushes against my cunt is making me wet. I decide to do the job quickly so I can play with my pussy for a few minutes before I run out of hot water. Rinse, scrape, rinse scrape. It's a tedious chore, but well worth it once I'm done. I feel around to make sure there's no stubble left and then grab my trimming scissors to clean up what's left of my bush. Now... finally, my entire cunt on fire, I find some relief, rubbing my clitoris and pulling the outer lips wide open. Gently, I stroke myself with my right hand, my left holding me open and wanting. I move my left hand up to my tits and start to tweak my nipples, getting them harder, feeling the pulse from my own pinching and twisting down into my clit. I want to cum... I stroke faster... suddenly, I notice that the water has chilled and is rapidly turning frigid. Add that to the wintry cold leaking in around the window and I'm starting to shiver. I decide that I need to stop, my pussy aching to be filled and for release. I smile at my frustration, and wish it had been you that had brought me to the brink, just to leave me standing, waiting, wanting, craving. I stand up and turn the water off, my teeth chattering. Definitely time to get out! I grab one towel and wrap my hair in a turban and wrap the other snugly around my body, my hard nipples grazing the material and sending zings of sensation down my body. I moan softly. I finish my routine, brushing my teeth carefully, body spray, deodorant and all other things that women do to look and smell good. I walk softly to the bedroom, where the lights are out but daylight streams in around the shades. I decide to snuggle with you while you sleep. I remove the towel from around my body and lay down next to you, cuddling from behind in a spoon fashion. I make sure my hair is away from you as it's still damp and the chill of it might wake you. My god I want you. I don't want to get too close; my hard nipples grazing your back might clue you in. Despite everything, I'm actually pretty shy when it comes to sex. My eyelids flutter and suddenly I'm dozing off, my pussy still throbbing and wet. I'm dreaming about something and moan. God, it feels so good... I can feel my nipples being lightly chewed on and suddenly, my cunt is on fire. I wake up slowly, not wanting to disturb my dream but needing to know why I was so ridiculously horny. I knew I dozed off aroused, but this was more.. much more. My cunt was burning up, a sopping, gaping hole that felt would consume me if it didn't get filled. I moved to rub my eyes and realized... my hands were tied! I'd had ropes attached to the bed frame for eons. They were put there more as a hopeful than having actually gotten any use. Tight against my wrists, the hooks rubbed a little. And I couldn't move my arms at all. At the same time, I realized I couldn't move my head much because yours was right there, sucking, biting and licking my tits. I moaned again and tried to move my legs to wrap them around your waist, to signal that I wanted you inside me. Shit! They were bound too! All of a sudden, my cunt exploded into a tornado of heat and desire -- I wanted to cum right then! I knew I wouldn't.. I don't orgasm that easily. I could feel my juice flowing down the crack of my ass and soaking the sheets. You look up at me... "Good morning baby.. surprise." First of all, it's not morning and second of all, surprise is an understatement. "Well, good morning to you too... Uhmm.. when did this happen?" My words catch on the last syllable as you pinch both my nipples and rotate them between your finger and thumb. "Oh my god... " I mumble... and close my eyes to revel in the sensations coursing through me. "Open your eyes. I want to watch you." With some difficulty, I force my heavy lids open and look at him, my pussy throbbing even harder. You smile at me sweetly and then suddenly, your gaze gets intense and almost hard. I don't see that look very often... and usually, it's when you're being really guarded or angry. My body sizzles, wondering what you're going to do to me. "You're not allowed to cum until I tell you. Do you understand?" I nod. "No, dear.. during this, you call me Master." I choke on my groan.. "Yes Master.". Fuck I want you in me. But I know that that's probably not going to happen any time soon, considering all the things I wrote about bound, teased and forced into begging submission. "Good." You kiss your way down my body, down my left leg and up my right. You stop at my inner thighs and lick at the crack when leg meets groin. I grunt softly and then you put your hands on either side of my pussy and start to massage it, pushing my lips into my clit and pulling them out again, creating a natural friction between my legs. I try to jerk my legs up and can't. My pussy is almost gushing cunt-juice now. While you massage,, you stick your tongue straight into my hole and I sigh with relief. At least, for a moment. It's stiff and warm and wet, and I want to push down on it and fuck your tongue. Damn these ropes! You don't move your tongue. It just stays there, teasing me with it's stiffness. I start to whimper a little, wanting more. My clitoris is so hard and ready, my hole needing to be filled and pumped until I scream. I'm about to scream from the lack of satisfaction. But you just keep on, teasing me with my own skin and your still, stiff tongue in my twat. Finally, you stop and lick your way back up my torso, stopping at my nipples again. You put your body over mine and I can feel your cock. It's so damned hard. I try to shift to position the head against my cunt but you won't let me. Instead, you just chuckle... "Isn't this what you wanted, dear?" you whisper against my tit, brushing your stubble against my too sensitive nipple, causing my back to arch and my throat to release a loud moan. I'm trying to think about how to answer, but you keep tweaking, pinching, twisting and biting my nipples, grabbing the flesh of my tits and making the tips stand up even further, all the more sensitive. "Yes Master", I finally stutter. "What else do you want?" you ask me. I groan, knowing that what I want will be impossible to say. "What do you want, baby?" I wiggle my hips and moan again.. trying to communicate with out words. "You have to tell me." Whimpering in frustration I close my eyes again, embarrassed and yet so goddamned horny that I don't think I can really keep the words in check for long. "Okay then... " you say, and swiftly move back down. I feel you spread my pussy with your fingers and your tongue snakes out and slowly starts to flicker at my clitoris. Just barely enough for me to feel but just enough to make me squirm and sign and try to reach for more. Suddenly, I feel your lips wrap around my whole clit, creating a seal and you suck on it hard, flicking your tongue firmly over the most nerve filled spot and I gasp, unable to catch my breath. "Oh my god.. yes.. please... oh god...!" I cry out... You keep on me until my legs are quaking in their bonds and my hips are thrusting up of their own accord, reaching for that pinnacle of completion. I start to pant and hold my breath, almost simultaneously. "yes.. please.. yes.. don't. stop... uh uh... oh.. Oh! YES! Don't stop... GOD! Make me cum, PLEASE!" I'm begging you now, I'm there.. on right on the edge just seconds away from falling over... "YES!" and you stop. "NOO! Please.. please don't stop.. please... " I'm about ready to burst into to tears, the agony of my verging orgasm, hanging, my cunt twitching and aching, so filled with blood and swollen with nerve endings that I'm now willing to do anything to send me over. "Please baby.. please, make me cum... I need to cum so badly... " I whimper, begging you for mercy. Instead, you slide up my body, making sure every inch brushes against my sensitive pussy, making it spasm pre-orgasmically. Once again, you stop at my tits and you bite my left nipple, pulling with your teeth and scraping the tip with your tongue while you twist and flick the right with your fingers. Oh god.. I don't know how much more I can take. I pant heavily, groaning and sighing for more. You spend a good deal of time tending to my breasts, making them as sensitive and swollen as my pussy. You stop and move off of me and lay on your side, propping your head up with one hand and running your fingers gently up and down my torso. I glance down and I can see your cock poking out of your boxers, making a tent with a door at the top. I lick my lips, wanting to feel you inside of me. Suddenly, I'm aware that you're smiling down at me, watching me stare at your dick with desperate wanting. I look into your eyes... pleading silently. You just continue to stare at me and smile, stroking... teasing around my breasts now, running your fingertips down my lower abdomen and upper thighs, moving in towards my wetness. I raise my hips, hoping to meet your fingertips, but you withdraw them. Finally, you move off the bed, leaving me bound, wet, hot, and cold all at the same time. Suddenly my nipples are harder than they have ever been and my god they ache for you to come back to them. I want to close my legs and relieve some of the pressure that's build up between them, but of course, I can't. You move to the end of the bed, and start at my cunt, watching it tremble and quake. You use one finger and slowly circle around my clitoris, not actually touching that bundle of electric nerves still wait for release. My slickness makes it easy for your finger to gently slide around, teasing me even more. I can feel it building again, that intense climax. Your motions slow and ease up, barely a feather touch now and I feel like the tip of my clit is trying to reach out to get what it needs.. what I need. Then, your mouth is on me again, sucking hard, pulling, teasing, biting and licking hard at my nub. Immediately, my legs shake and my breathing becomes heavy and rapid... "ooh! Oh.. yes yes yes!!! Please.. Yes! YES! MORE!!! " I cry out over and over again. Your hands reach up and twist my nipples again and the combination has me instantly there, instantly ready to cum all over your tongue... and you stop everything so quickly that it takes a few seconds for my body to realize that you've again withdrawn. I start to cry in earnest. You stand and walk over to the side of the bed and look down at me and gently finger a nipple, watching my tears as I look pleadingly up at you. "Please.. let me cum." "No." My chin quivers. I'm in absolute agony. My arms ache, my legs feel like they've been stretched out on one of those old fashioned torture tables and my pussy hurts I need to cum so badly. You remove your boxers and slowly move over me, so you're straddling my face, your cock bouncing only inches from my nose. I can smell you, and I want it.. all of it. You slide the head against my lips, swollen from licking, dry from breathing and panting so hard. I open my mouth and suck you in greedily. At least it's something! You hook your feet beneath the inside of my thighs, pulling me open even further. Any slight breeze make my pussy tingle. I suck on you greedily, slurping your long thick cock into my mouth, licking all around with my tongue, tasting your pre-cum. You know I don't let you cum in my mouth, and I know now I won't have a choice. My pussy aches even more. You slide your dick in and out, deeper and deeper into my throat, cutting off my air. Every few seconds you leave yourself there, not letting me breathe. During one of these strokes, you reposition slightly so that my breasts aren't crushed beneath your thighs and you can reach my nipples. I'm sucking your dick for all I'm worth, and you reach down and yet again, pull and twist at my aching tits, making them so hard that I'm sure I'm going to cum just by you playing with them and forcing your dick down my throat. You stop playing with my tits long enough to reach up to the windowsill over my head to grab something, and while you do, your dick is shoved as far down the back of my throat as it can go. I can't breathe... you stay there... my fucking god.. I'm going to explode... then you pull back with something in your hand. I'm too busy trying to swallow you whole to notice much until I feel a tightening on my tits. My back arches suddenly, and I growl around your thickness... clothespins. Fuck.. fuck fuck... I can't take any more. Hoping you'll eventually let me cum, I suck harder and faster, bobbing my head up and down on your dick as fast and furious as I possibly can. You grab my hair and force me further onto your cock, now making shorter rapid strokes, the bulging head choking me.. but you don't care. You're fucking my face and every once in a while, flicking at a pinched nipple, making me grunt around you. "Oh babe.. suck me.. You're going to eat my cum, you know... I'm going to make you swallow every drop down your throat.. and maybe... just maybe.. I'll let you cum after that!" I can't help but moan again, my pussy and tits just pulsing with need. I can feel you get harder in my mouth, turning to steel. You're getting close to cumming... you grunt loudly and suddenly pop out of my mouth and I cry out, not ready to give you up. Yet again, you leave me -- this time, you leave the room. Everything is sore and still I'm on fire. My tits, pussy and lips all are throbbing in sync and I can't stop feeling you all over me, keeping me on the verge of orgasm and not letting me finish. After what is probably only a few minutes, but seems to me like hours, you come back with yet another thing in your hand. Shit.. it's my dildo. I wonder what you're going to do to me now. Slowly, you remove the clothespins and lick my nipples. I sigh, it feels so good and I have never been so ready to fuck anything that moved in my life. You move down again to the end of the bed and I can feel the tip of my dildo at the entrance of my cunt... teasing. "Put it in.. god, please.. put it in... I need it! I need you.. jeezus.. please!" I'm begging. You slowly rotate the dildo into my pussy. Finally!!! Or so I think. You start to move the toy in and out of my cunt slowly, moving in to start licking my clit while you do so. "OHH FUCK! PLEASE FUCK ME!!!" You slide the plastic dick in and withdraw it slowly, over and over again... flicking your tongue over my engorged clitoris with each re-entry and withdrawl. I can feel everything beginning.. but it's not enough. It's too slow.. all it's going to do is keep building without ever sending me over. You keep at it... forcing me to just lay there and take the agonizing pleasure of your tongue and this thick piece of fake meat into my cunt. Slide in.. flick.. slide out... flick... slide in... flick... slide out... Flick... I squire and moan and writhe as much as my bonds will let me, trying to make you go faster, to get the build up to come to it's natural conclusion.. but this isn't a natural setting and you're forcing me to just take it.. this torture of my cunt. You slow down even more... Innnnnnnnnn... lick... ouuuuutttttt... lick... in... lick.. Fuck fuck fuck... Fuck me! God please fuck me fuck my cunt make me cream please fuck me! It's a chant in my head.. I think. For all I know, I'm screaming it at the top of my lungs. You reach your other hand up and tease my nipples for each stroke and lick... Innnnnnnnn-pinch... lick-twist... ouuuuuuuuttt-flick... lick-pinch... I can feel it deep in my womb, everything is tightening, getting ready for the grand finale, pressure so deep inside of me I can barely breath or move at this poijnt. You keep it up... slowing down even more if it's possible, each stroke being elongated so that I can feel every millimeter of that cock stroking every millimeter of my flesh. I grunt. It's building.. "Ungh! Ugh.. huhhuhhuh... y-y-s-s-s-s" I hiss more than I speak. "ohmygodohmygodyesyesYESYES YESSSS!!!" I'm going to cum.. you keep going agonizingly slow... making It take forever to get there... and just before I actually do explode, you quickly remove the dildo and your tongue and move on top of me and slide your dick into me.. FINALLY! "GOD YESYESFUCKMEYESF-U-C-K-ME!!!!" I'm screaming now, as you maintain control of your dick and move in almost the same slow rhythm as you were with the dildo until you feel me start to shiver around yoru cock... and suddenly, you're pounding into my pussy, grinding your pelvis into my clitoris and I'm screaming and shaking and quivering beneath you while you force me into a tearing orgasm and don't let me leave.. you keep pounding me, grinding into me making it last for what seems like an eternity. You're still pumping into me, more slowly and evenly now --you haven't cum yet -- while I come back to earth a little.. but my cunt is still twitching and sensitive. You keep stroking me with your cock, grinding your pelvis into my tender clitoris -- a little more gently now though -- and I can feel myself starting to escalate again. You keep going at your steady pace, grabbing my shoulders and sucking my tits, my arousal climbing for the second time. You start to grunt against my tits and suddenly your straining to keep the pace at a controlled level.. I want so much to wrap my arms and legs around you, and knowing that I'm bound and at your mercy makes me wet all over again. I can feel you diamond hard in my pussy, grating on me. Asking For It "Please.. don't cum yet... I want more.. please..!" I whisper... You pick your head up and look in my eyes and grin... and all of a sudden, you start thumping into me faster and faster... our eyes are locked and mine are begging you to slow down and make it last and yours are challenging and wicked. You bend your head to bite my nipples and my hips rise, wanting more... my clit is swelling again... "God you feel so good.. don't stop.. not yet...!" You flick my nipples with the tip of your tongue and go deep and long into me and I moan and squeal in your ear. I can hear your breath speeding up and suddenly you stiffen and I can feel you sperm shoot into me, your hips grinding against mine... I want more! I try to grind back, but you won't let me. Instead, once you settle down a little, you pull out and kiss me deeply, playing with my tits. Then you switch and put your mouth where your hand was and move your hand down to my pussy and tease my clit back to full erection. Then you pinch it and start to untie me.. grinning the entire time. I'm on fire. Again, and I know that this session is over... you pinch my clit again and roll over to go to sleep. Before you do, you say... "If you masturbate, it'll be worse next time." Asking for It I was standing in the kitchen when he came up behind me, his hard dick pressing into my lower back. "So what was all that about tonight?" "I don't know what you're talking about babe." I knew exactly what he was talking about. I'd flirted with the waiter numerous times tonight, purposely to annoy him. I had woke up extra horny this morning and was desperate to feel his angry touch. Yanking my head back by my hair he growled into my ear, "Yes you fucking do Sarah. Do you think it's clever to try and belittle me like that?" "I didn't do anything like that Ben." I tried to hide the smile forming across my face but I knew it would only anger him more. "Oh so you think this is funny do you Sarah?" He pushed me down onto the cold counter top, my nipples swelling at the sudden change in temperature and kicked open my legs. "We will see how fucking funny you think this is." He began slapping my arse, no warm up shots or gentle hits, hard slaps that pushed me further over the counter top. Maybe I'd overdone it tonight. I tried not to cry out but his slaps only got harder and harder and I couldn't help it. "Owww!! Ben stop! It hurts!" My pleas went unnoticed as he continued making my arse red. His huge hands were everywhere on my arse and the tops of my thighs making me shriek. Suddenly, his finger brushed over my thong. I was wearing black lace underwear underneath my short black body con dress. Ben loved my legs and I made sure they were on show tonight. "Are you wet baby?" "No Sir." With that lie he ripped off my thong and shoved it into my mouth. I could taste myself. "You were lying Sarah. Did that waiter turn you on tonight baby?" I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his fingers barely touching my cunt. This only made me wetter and he knew that. "Answer me Sarah." He slapped my cunt, releasing a muffled groan from me. I shook my head. He slapped me harder and rubbed my juices softly against my clit. Closing my eyes I moaned and pushed against his hand. I needed to feel more friction. "Owwww!" I was quickly jolted out of my pleasure when something hard connected with my arse. I looked to the side and noticed he had took the spatula out of the cutlery jar. He kept hitting my arse, making me bite down onto the lace in my mouth, the sweet taste of my cunt evident on my tongue. "Do you think it was such a good idea now baby?" His hand moved quicker. "You weren't expecting your punishment to be like this were you?" Tears began to form in my eyes. I was desperately trying to search for something to hold onto, but being bent over the hard counter top made it impossible. His pace quickened and my arse was on fire. I was crying now, wishing I hadn't been so flirty. Without warning, he grabbed hold of my arms and pulled them together behind my back. "Baby if you wanted me to play rough you only had to ask. You think I don't know what you were doing?" His fingers rubbed lazily over my slit. "I've been thinking of your punishment all through dinner." He thrust two fingers deep inside me, a muffled moan slipped from my mouth, still filled with my lacy thong. He slowly withdrew his fingers then pushed them deep inside me again. When he began to remove his fingers from me again, I pushed back, desperate to feel my cunt filled but he grabbed hold of my hair and pushed me back across the counter, forcing me on my tip toes. "Aw look at what a little slut you are Sarah," his fingers were barely touching my hole and still while he spoke. "You're desperate for me to fill your tight little cunt aren't you baby?" "Mmhmmm" I was barely audible, but the slap across my arse made me squeal. "Tell me." He growled. "Yes I'm desperate for you to fill my cunt Sir. I want it so badly." "Beg me." I hated begging and he knew it. It made me feel like a whore, desperate to have him in me. "NOW!" He bellowed, with another slap to me arse. I whimpered, "Please Sir, I need to have you inside of me. Please, I'm begging you to fuck me. Please." "Mm, good girl." He slid his fingers over my wet slit, making me moan, growing more frustrated. "Fuck" He'd pushed his finger into my arse. I tried to pull away, this wasn't what I wanted but I felt his weight on me, his body over me and his tongue running over my neck. "Baby, remember you're mine." With that, he slid his other finger in my cunt causing my body to clench around both of his fingers. He laughed and then pushed two fingers down my throat making me gag. "Your body belongs to me and only me. I get to choose what I do with it and how I do it. If you're going to parade around and try to make me angry, I am going to make you regret it." He pushed his finger into my arsehole deeper, I didn't have anywhere to go. He was pressed against my body and the countertop was digging into my hips. He started to rub my clit, his fingers still invading me and I began to buckle against him. Having him in all three of my holes pushed me to the edge and I was desperate to cum. I tried to beg for him to let me cum, but his fingers were intertwined in my thong, fucking my throat and gagging was the only noise I could make. He was still playing with my clit edging me closer and closer. I could barely keep myself standing and then he whispered into my ear, "Cum for me baby." With that he took his fingers out of my throat and as I gasped for air, my orgasm began to shake through my body. He took his fingers out of me and pushed his hard cock into my dripping cunt, making me scream out. My legs buckled and he grabbed me around the waist and put me on the cold kitchen floor and began to fuck me. Finally he gave me what I wanted. I loved his cock pounding into me, stretching my tight cunt. He grabbed hold of my hair and fucked me harder. His animalistic growls made me shiver. I could feel him tensing inside of me, close to letting go. He pushed deeper and I didn't know how much more I could take. My arse was burning from his earlier punishment and he was fucking me harder than ever before. He reached around and rubbed my clit, setting off another orgasm and as I screamed out I felt him empty his heavy balls into me. "Fuckkkk" he yelled and with that, he collapsed onto me, both a sweaty breathless mess.