13 comments/ 202823 views/ 21 favorites My Party at Home By: SandyLady I had decided to go to our office party. The girls had persuaded me to let my hair down, have a night out, and enjoy myself with a few drinks and a good dance. It shouldn't have taken much to persuade me, as life at home had become so hum drum. My husband rarely glanced passionately in my direction, never mind kiss, cuddle or hug me like he used to do. I still love him very much and know he does love me, but at the ripe old age of forty three, and having spent the last twenty years raising a son and daughter, much of the passion had gone out of my life. All around me, so many relationships just seem to drift along in mid-life without direction or purpose. I was beginning to feel a part of the directionless existence. I did not crave the high life, nor exotic living, but I would have preferred to be given a little more regular attention from my dear husband when he was at home. Anyway, I had taken a ticket for the dance and besides, my hubby did not mind in the least. He knew I would be home shortly after last orders, the usual serville, obedient, wife. On the lead up to the party the girls from the office had talked of how they had bought saucy undies, stockings and suspender belts and were going to wear their high shoes and tease the men, they knew it got them going at the party, and the girls enjoyed the attention. Carla one of my close friends had attempted to cadjole me into participating but my married sensible head, kept telling Carla and the other girls 'no-way'. Carlas persistence and her comments and compliments toward my legs had started me thinking. She told me how all the boys in the office thought I had gorgeous trim legs and a beautiful 'derriere' for my age. And she told me of some comments she had overheard from the men who would love to 'do' me. To Carla, I was embarrassed but internally I was feeling flattered and a little excited to find out I was a sexy object of desire for the males in the office. It didn't take me too long to start wondering what it would be like to be 'done' by some of the office males. I was coming round to the idea of wearing a pair of fully fashioned nylons and expensive lingerie in the off-chance that maybe one of my hunky co-workers would catch a glimpse when I was dancing and become aroused by my sexy legs. But arousal was as far as I wanted it to go. Leading up to the party I would daydream and build little fantasies in my mind as I watched the male staff go about their daily business. I wondered what the men were thinking and which men wanted to 'do' me. Although I never fantasized full sex with them, I did imagine each guy that approached my desk would produce his erect member from the front of his trousers as I carried on with my duties, either typing notes to my computer or conversing with a client by telephone. I would hitch my skirt up to give an eye-full of my legs and as I did so the colleague would commence a wanking session until he came on my desk. All this whilst the other girls in the office watched. Eventually I was picturing every situation with a male work-mate involving a masturbation act. In meetings, the men would gather around seeking a view of my legs then form a circle around me and wank, or I would be called to the executive toilets to show my legs as the men wanked into the wash hand basins, the office juniors would wank for me at the coffee machine and laser printer, the canteen staff would wank onto my plate, everyone in the office would wank for me. I imagined this would culminate in my dancing in my heels, stockings and lingerie at the party as all the boys and men formed a huge circle wanking until their cocks were spraying and splashing cum onto the dancefloor. My god I was becoming depraved by my lack of sex. Should I betray my husband just for the chance of watching another man please himself over me? Stockings to the party it was going to be! On the evening of the party as I prepared, it was difficult to dress in provocative attire whilst my husband was dodging around. I had a fear of him not wishing me to attend the party, or worse, turning up half way through the evening to insist I go home or some other such foolish act. I showered, excited at the thought of being free for an evening to explore my sexual attraction to others. Even as a maturing mother of two, I was sure that after what Carla had told me, I would garner the attention of the men with my attractive turn of leg and fit body. I was still unsure of my motive tho' and how the evening would progress, or what type of encounter I would experience. A couple of glasses of wine as I titivated myself to help relax my excitement. My friend Carla had called to tell me she would would pick me up in an hour or so. I paraded about my room preparing my make up and dress, I made it evident to my husband that I was wearing black tights with a pair of large white granny pants, before slipping my red glamour dress over my shoulders. I asked him to assist zip me in, which he obliging and uninterestedly did. Then he left our bedroom unimpressed and went to the lounge to watch television. I slipped into our bathroom with my handbag and its enticing lingerie content, and locking the door - slipped out off my staid underwear, produced my hot selection and manuvered into my suspender belt and finest black nylons. I fastened the clasps, slipped on my skimpy panties which barely covered my moistening love petals and hair covered mound, then smoothed my dress over the ensemble. I felt cheeky, thrilled and a little horned up. I had decided that upon my return from the party - I was gonna have my hubby give me the seeing too that the men from the office wished to give me. But before that, I was going to dance, drink and join in the girls teasing games. Soon I was dressed, heels on, coat on, handbag and ready to go. Carla arrived prompt in the taxi, I kissed my hubby a light peck on the cheek and off to the party event Carla and I went. We were soon at the party and met with our circle of friends from the office. Sharing drinks and giggles it wasn't long before we were on the dance-floor. The men did approach, man after man came and danced with our little group of ladies, most chasing Carla, but why not - she was a hottie. Then there was young Jasmine, at nineteen year old and wearing the shortest dress you have ever seen, showing her legs to great advantage. The boys and men were all over her like a nasty rash. I noticed she was a bit fed up with this so her and I had popped out to the ladies-room for a little escape and heart to heart. At nineteen, she was the usual teenager that thought getting 'mister right' and marrying was the thing to be aiming for. She told me her boyfriend was not wanting commitment but wanted as much 'nookie' as he could have, although she did joke that she loved to be on her back with her legs up in the air sometimes. I found myself thinking that I loved this too, only it didn't happen to me that often these days. I reckon if more young men were to approach the mature ladies, even we married ones, for a date, they could be enjoying increased success in the sex department. Jasmine's boyfriend was picking her up in his car after the party and she offered myself and Carla a run home with them to save us ordering a taxi. I accepted and was quite looking forward to meeting the young, horny boyfriend I had never met, just to see what kind of stud she was dating. We returned to the party and the hours zoomed by. Carla had disapearred at least twice from our company and on returning from one of her interludes, I noticed little white splash marks on her dress. It didn't take too much imagination to guess what she had been up to - living my recent fantasy imaginings I guessed. She informed Jasmine and I she would not require the ride home as she had acquired the 'services' of a young lad from the office who was going to see her home. We laughed, a knowing laugh and I'm sure her floozy ways were going to keep the lucky twenty year old busy 'riding' around all night. We carried on drinking and dancing and by the end of the evening, I had been propositioned on a couple of occasions, had my bottom groped and survived some slobbery kiss attempts by some of the older, less attractive, drunk men that I wouldn't want my husband finding out about knowing he would end up flying off into a rage. For me, there is too much of a risk involved in participating in promiscuous sex and hoping to retain a stable relationship, so I opted for going home as planned and keeping my wild fantasies as just that. Fantasies! A little later, leaving the party, the rush of cold night air mixed with the drink had made me feel somewhat heady and giddy. I was still aware of my actions but most definitely drunk. I climbed into Jasmines boyfriends car for the sixteen mile journey home. Her boyfriend Andy was quite attractive - a little skinny and, my-word, he looked so young - much like my own twenty year old son Donny. We giggled and joked and shared a little drunken party gossip. Andy was less than impressed, I think the drunkenness of we party goers was annoying him. Jasmine intimated that she needed to pee and we should stop to find a loo, I was thinking likewise. Unfortunately we were now outside the city and driving along through woodland country roads. I suggested we just pull over and pee in amongst the trees. Andy quickly and obligingly he stopped - I'm sure to avoid us wetting his car interior. He waited in the car as his pretty girlfriend and I disappeared behind some trees holding hands to support ourselves on our heels in the soft ground. I don't know if Andy was watching, but I was beginning to feel a little horny at this kinky experience as Jasmine and I hitched our dresses up together and squatted facing each other a small distance appart. I could see her eyeing my nylons and pussy as I pulled my panties to the side - I watched as she slipped her pink panties over her knees and around her ankles. She was holding her mobile phone in her hand and I could see her giggle as she pointed it toward me in the moonlight. At that moment a stream of warm clear piss squirted from my lips creating a little puff of warm steam as it puddled in the earth between my shoes. I commented to her that she better not be taking a picture of me peeing, even though I had seen no flash from the camera on her phone. Still, she held it toward me as I continued to tinkle, suddenly a hot gush of wee shot from the petals of her flower, causing more steam to rise in the cold night air. I watched and giggled with her as her piss sprayed in forced little gushes creating a 'ffsht, ffsht, ffsht' sound. I leaned back against my tree and tried to send a long jet of my lady lemonade toward her phone, just missing her by inches. We both laughed and finished up - I produced a tissue from my bag and wiped my private places offering a tissue to Jasmine but she already had pulled her dribbled-in panties back up around her lovely young petals. We stumbled back to the car, me climbing back into the rear passenger seat and Jasmine to the front. Excitedly she turned to Andy as he drove off and asked him. 'How would you like to see a lady taking a piss?' She laughed turning around to face in my direction then holding the view screen of the telephone toward me. On the screen played a dark video of my lower body with my nylon clad legs opened and the stream of pee shooting from my pussy. It played for all of about thirty seconds zooming out slightly to catch my full frame as I sprayed towards her. Part of the effect of being slightly drunk had made it difficult to focus, but I was feeling foggily calm about this event as well as confusedly excited. Had I been capable of thinking about it more clearly, I'm sure the realization of a nineteen year old girl with a video clip of me pissing in the woods, dressed in somewhat sexy attire would have freaked me out. Jasmine flipped the screen toward Andy, telling him to 'watch this hot, Golden Shower, action' . . . the crude awareness of her terms made me realize she was not the little innocent in a mini-dress she appeared. I made a snatch for the phone as she giggled and looking at Andy and said 'Perhaps I should show her the video of your toolbox'. There was a joking carry-on as we drove on our way, I had enthused that I'd love to see Andy's 'toolbox' and he returned that it would be in exchange for a look at my 'polishing buff' the joking exchanges carried on and Jasmine did not appear to mind. I told Andy that if he needed his 'Gearstick Polished' he could use my 'Buff' and Jasmine interjected that she had a 'softer, more velvety feeling' one. As we drove on Andy suggested he should compare our 'Wipes' and see which one 'polished best with his special cream'. I had almost forgot myself and was now very aroused by our post party fun, how far could this go? My sensible head was in conflict with my aroused state and we were only a mile or so from my home. What could I do? Should I suggest we drive somewhere quiet and take Andy up on his suggestion revealing my lady charms to him and hope that Jasmine is willing to play along. Would it stay our secret the three of us cavorting in a car, and would Andy willingly make love with me? What an erotic thought, Andy taking his erect manhood and thrusting into my wet love funnel then removing it and sharing it with his beautiful girlfriend Jasmine. Her and I swapping turns on his cock in the confines of the backseat of a cramped car. What a fantasy. I looked at Andy and then toward Jasmine and spoke 'I have an old banger to polish up tonight but perhaps I could lubricate the engine and feel the nice piston rods pumping from your sporty model soon.' My! what was I saying? We all laughed. When the car pulled to a halt outside my home, I noticed the house was in darkness. This meant that my husband and son must have retired to bed, after all it was after 2am. As I fumbled to find my door keys I asked if Andy would mind accompanying me to the door at the rear of my home as it was dark in the Garden and I was a little concerned about entering my home alone in the dark, even in my inebriated state. Andy kindly agreed and told Jasmine to wait in the car and that he would only be a minute or so. We entered the garden and went to the back door of my home just out of sight of the main street and secluded from view of my neighbours. As I inserted the key into the lock and as I was about to turn to thank Andy for the lift home. I felt a hand settle on my hip. I turned and he stood looking into my eyes. He leaned in preparing to kiss me, I couldn't help myself and just let the event happen. It was like electricity shooting through my body, I felt little goose pimples raise all over my skin and my nipples were immediately hardening. He forced his tongue into my mouth and one of his hands quickly reached down for the front of my dress. I felt it grab in the region of my pussy. I quickly wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other fought for the front of his jeans. I could feel the shaft like bulge and rubbed it with my palm. Andy quickly worked his jeans open and let his swollen member flop out of his fly. I clasped it in my fist and worked it quickly in a short wanking motion. As I leaned against my house door, breathing deeply, it swung open with a slight thump. We froze for a second standing in the doorway, in the kitchen glow. The still moment passed and Andy started kissing forcefully again. I pulled him to my kitchen floor, half in and half out of my own home, as I lay down I hitched up my dress. Andy fumbled my panties to the side and I could feel his young hand spread my lips, opening up to ecstasy as he awkwardly maneuvered his soldier into position. With a quick thrust, his cock was in me. Here I was 2.30 am, lying on my back, dressed up to the nines, with a boy barely out of his teens making love to me on my kitchen floor. All the while, his girlfriend waited in the car and my husband and son slept upstair, only a few feet away. We were bucking like mad, and within a few seconds of him sliding his length into my sweet, willing, cunny, I could feel the jets of hot spunk shooting up inside of me. Andy's weight relaxed onto my body as he let out a long sigh. It was over in no more than thirty or so seconds. I had let my emotions get the better of me and committed adultery for the first time, at a huge risk to everything in my world. Andy withdrew, zipped himself up, and panic struck, quickly left with nothing more than an . . . 'I better go' comment. I was still lying on the floor like a cheap slut, my nylon clad legs spread open, his warm sperm mixed with my juices seeping from my serviced hole. As I climbed to my feet and closed the door, I removed a couple of squares of kitchen towel, hitched up my dress, slid my damp panties down to mid thigh and started to wipe the fluids from my pussy, and legs. Contemplating what had just happened, I was still feverishly hot and horny and unfulfilled as I looked down at my swollen clit, high heel shoes, stockings and the damp stain in my knicker gusset. With my legs spread shoulder width apart and supporting my bottom against the work-surface, I spread my pussy with the fingers on my left hand and started to rub gently on my little hooded pleasure button. I could feel the orgasm welling up inside of me as I gyrated my hips in the dim kitchen light. 'Oooh! I'm such a slut! . . . yes, a slut wife and nasty mother, nasty, nasty, wanting more young cock!' I muttered to myself closing my eyes and throwing my head back. My clam was sodden and the juices were soaking my fingers and inner thighs. The heady, musty aroma teased my nostrils as I could scent my own pleasure. An experience I had not enjoyed for years. My mutterings gave way to guttural grunts, as the tingle of lust sent ripples through my tummy. In my minds eye, I could picture men encircle me in the kitchen as I frigged for their entertainment. Three or four men naked from the waste down their hard, swollen, angry cocks, raging in my direction whilst they wanked. I was coming, yes coming, my hips bucked, my eyes flickered and opened as I climaxed, a body consuming orgasm, I sparkled. Then. SHOCK! Standing before me in the kitchen doorway wearing nothing more than his pyjama top and a part confused, part desperate look of arousal on his face was my son Donny. His mouth was open and breathing deeply and he was working a glistening, bulbous erection in his right hand. My own son, wanking with his mother. 'My god!' I thought, my chest heaving with mixed emotions, panic, excitement and fear. We were both captivated in the moment, Donny continuing his wank and I dipping my vagina with a finger, I transfixed my gaze on him. Neither of us spoke, but neither of us resisted what we were participating in. As his jerking pace increased, I whispered encouragement . . . 'Go baby!' . . . he trembled and I could here the juicy smacking of his foreskin between his fingers . . . 'Ooh! make it cum, cum for mummy!' This was the last situation I expected to be in at the outset of my party night, but it was driving me crazy. I so longed to see blasts of hot cum, shoot from my very own sons cock. I was burning up with lust and loving desire, this was what I wanted. My son was beautiful and about to share an intimate moment that most mothers never witness. Their grown son orgasm for them. I vision that most mothers would love. His body lurched and he steadied himself in the door frame. Suddenly - rope after rope of white fluid exploded from his gorgeous, rock hard prick and splashed like thick milk on the kitchen floor tiles. He moaned and shuddered. Almost immediately - I came a second earth shattering orgasm. I let out loud uncontrolled comments, reacting how I felt . . . 'Oh Donny, Fuck Me! . . . Fuck Me! . . . FUCK ME! . . . . oh Baybee!' My Party at Home Ch. 02 Part Two - My Beautiful There's a difference between events in the real world and those of fiction. Simply put, those in fiction can lead on to events without consequence and be dismissed at the turn of a page, but real life is not quite like that. Following my one drunken evening's series of events, the mobile phone 'pee video', my sexual adultery with my young office friend's boyfriend, and worse, my son witnessing and sharing a masterbation session with me in which I blurted out some very stupid thoughts in the heat of the moment, my life had suddenly become very awkward. From the following morning I immediately began to regret my sordid escapade. From a lusty, perverse, alcohol fueled pleasure seeker to a guilt ridden, anxious mother in one sledgehammer like blow, reality check moment. What had I done and how could I face up to this? This following day I did not see my son at all, it was as if he was avoiding me for the same reason as I was hoping he would, 'guilt' and 'shame'. I found it difficult to face my husband an daughter without the fear of my knowing what I had done, broadcasting some kind of embarrassing message directly to them. I imagined they somehow knew of my sinful activities. I afforded little conversation throughout the weekend and managed to avoid social interaction with my family. Without going into too much detail, when eventually I did converse with my son, it was somewhat strained and we would not look each other in the eye as we exchanged basic niceties. As the week progressed, even my return to work created increased anxiety. Did Jasmine allow any of my office colleagues to view her phone video? Did she know of her boyfriend's brief sexual encounter with me? What if I bumped into him? Around me, there was a strange calm, it felt like I was underwater whilst normal activity carried on regardless. I was not fully experiencing the reality in which I lived. I had withdrawn and become slightly depressed. My friend Carla eventually noticed this and after a while she tried to coax me into explaining what was wrong. She still talked of her sexy encounters and how she was 'pleasuring' everything she could lay her hands on. This kind of talk only made me all the more ashamed. We eventually communicated less, she was not wanting her mood to be brought down by me as happens when a depressing person is around. I was hoping these clouds would pass. I found it increasingly difficult to look at my son, and as for my husband, he had as good as given up on sex with me. Strangely, nothing had come of the pee video, nor did Carla, Jasmine or her boyfriend after only a few days mention the Party evening again in my company. But my son and I had truly damaged our relationship and I seen a lot less of him. I still loved him very much and considered him the beautiful son that I would protect and do anything for in the way that all mothers would for their offspring. I was resigning myself to the fact that this is the reality of a moments lustful stupidity. At around the three month period I was still feeling down, my sexual abstinence coupled with it's forced deprivation was creating a turmoil in my mind. I started to have dreams of an erotic nature. They started as shadowy events in the night. Each evening after my husband fell asleep I would lay for hours gazing into the dark and still thinking about what I had done, eventually falling to sleep. In this sleep I would feel to be drifting in and out of consciousness. Then from the shadows in the corner of the room, a young naked man would walk toward the bed. I was unable to move or make a sound, my husband would be in a deep sleep beside me. This young man would be sporting a beautiful large erection, carved like a muscular work of art. The engorged head would sway back and forth as he slowly approached as he became ever more close, the angry plum on the end of his shaft seamed slightly menacing. The dim light in the room would only highlight his muscular torso, his face being hidden in the shadows. Just as I would open my mouth as if to speak or scream, the cock would explode lashings of thick white spunk over my face and into my mouth. The young man would lean in as if to kiss my cum drenched face . . . . . . It was at this point I always awoke. Never did I see who the handsome teen man was in my dream but he became ever more frequent. It became like the pre-guilt fantasy I had, involving the men from the office, when they would be wanking all around me. Only now my fantasy wanker was one very handsome, mysterious teenager. The daytime may have been bringing guilty depression, but now, the night was bringing feverish fantasy. The intensity of my dreams increased and it did not matter what time of the month it was. In these dreams, on some occasions he would approach and wipe my mouth or slap my face with his cock or force his swollen helmet between my teeth before blasting me with his jism. On other occasions, he would draw the bedcovers back and direct his spurts onto my pussy. Some evenings my dream hunk would signal for me to part my legs and ejaculate onto my swollen petals and as he leaned to kiss my sperm covered heaven, I would awake, soaking in sweat and with my flower totally sodden with my own love juice. I would have to delicately but urgently bring myself off, careful not to awake hubby. The burning lusty dreams went so far, that it was not uncommon that my stranger would appear from the shadows on my husbands side of the bed, carefully approach, then again draw the bedcover back gently, he would then slickly caress his swollen prick and shoot his load on my husbands stomach and flaccid prick. My husband would grown slightly blissfully, unawares that his soft little sausage was awash with white and sticky teen man-cream. As I observed these bizarre events, I would shudder, groan and orgasm in my sleep wishing to sup on the salty cream coated soft cock. I didn't need to kid myself . . . . . . The fantasy figure I was encouraging and willing to enter into my dreams was a representation of my son, Donny. I had shared a real orgasm with my son only a couple of months earlier and my mental state and craving body was screaming out to experience more. Much though I denied it in my waking hours, I wanted my legs wrapped around his tight buttocks and his beautiful youthful penis thrusting into me in the night. I wanted to feel my son in my body after near twenty years. Only this time bringing a different pleasure, the pleasure that had created him in the first place. I had a problem. I had to get my son out of my mind and return to a normal and healthy loving relationship with my husband. To extinguish the fire of this taboo perversity I had to re-ignite the passion my husband and I once shared. This I was going to do before I was tipped over the edge and packed off to the funny farm. There was little reason for my husband to have lost interest in me. I had successfully retained my figure, keeping my legs trim and boobies pert for my age. My looks were still fresh, friends had often commented on how young my skin looked, my face had not aged with the worry lines and scrawny wrinkles like some women I knew. If teenage boys found me hot enough to become aroused by, surely my husband should. The chance to seduce hubby came one evening when my daughter had gone off to a party with her boyfriend James, and my son Donny was at his friends for the evening, neither of my children were due home until around midnight. This free evening would give me a chance to use my womanly virtues coupled with a sexy negligee to spice up my love life and get back on the track to normality. After the kids had left, I soaked in a hot bath whilst my hubby placed himself in his favourite chair in front of the box for the evening. I couldn't help but think steamy thoughts and as I lay there soaking in the warm relaxing bath, as I closed my eyes, the mysterious visitor entered my imagination. I could picture him entering the bathroom and unzipping his fly as he stood by the side of the bath viewing my naked body. He reached in and freed his fat cock and I parted my legs dispelling the soapy bubbles to reveal my aching pleasure tunnel. Then without warning, a jet of warm pee shoots forth from his pee hole and splashes on my floating tits. The little splashes sparkle and pop around my face as he sprays the jet to and fro. I slip a finger into my slit and slowly commence a delicate frigging. The final sprinkles of his pee-pee are shaken on my face and I watch the cock slowly grow in size before my very eyes. He leans in and I open my mouth, taking the swollen plum between my lips. With a precise rocking motion the cock gently pistons in and out of my wanting mouth building in pace until he grunts and convulses and I choke a little, as a warm explosion of creamy fluid happens in my throat, the excesses filling my mouth and flavouring my taste buds with a bitter sweet saltiness. As my awareness to where I was returned I could feel myself breathing and whispering 'Donny, baby . . . ohh! Donny make me cum.' Right then I tightened as a massive orgasm gripped my bathing body. It was like an electric shock and every nerve end was alive with ultimate pleasure. Now to get dolled up, remove these thoughts from my mind once and for all, and have my husband take care off my needs properly. I spent an age at my dressing table applying my make up, accentuating my eyes with a dark mascara, then highlighting my lips with a tarty red lip stick. I dressed in nothing more than a very transparent pink baby doll with a light feather edging. The garment barely reached as low as mid buttock revealing my lithe body and exposing the hair in my pubic region to inviting effect. My nipples were erect and protruding like two dark light switches. For footwear I selected a nice white, high heeled sandal, showing my well manicured and varnished toe nails. I quietly descended the stair and walked into the lounge, crossing to my hubbies side. As he cast a glance upward at me he raised his eyebrows, scowled slightly, shook his head and immediately reverted his gaze to the TV. I sat on the arm of his chair crossing my legs and pointing my sandaled foot out before him. I turned my body to him and placed my hand on his chest, fumbling for his shirt buttons, I manouvered to kiss his kneck. He simply turned and asked 'What do you want?' in a suspicious tone. I couldn't believe it. Rejection. I thought it was obvious what I wanted, and here was my loving husband dismissing my advances as if I was nothing. I continued to try and seduce him, kissing his ear, his kneck even on the lips, to which he commented with a simple; 'I'm trying to watch TV thank you'. I was deflated. My trying continued for no more than five minutes or so before I decided to return to my room and put my dressing gown on. The evening was such a wash out. I returned to the lounge and sat watching TV in the quiet and boredom of our non communicative void, passing the time by drinking glasses of wine. The evening dragged with not a word spoken between us. When eventually my husband retired to bed I felt almost relieved. I watched the late night movie alone, sat until around midnight, then decided to retire to bed knowing that my grown children would be returning home soon. And hopefully they would have enjoyed a better evening than I. I lay in bed reading a magazine under the dim light of the bedside lamp whilst my husband, to my disgust, snored his head off beside me. I couldn't have been in bed for much more than twenty minutes when I heard the back door open and close, some activity in the kitchen and footsteps come up the stair. As the hall light went on I softly whispered - 'Is that you Donny?' 'Yes mum' came the quiet reply. 'A good night?' I asked. 'Yes mum' 'Well, Night! Night! I'll hear all about it in the morning' I added 'Night Night mum'. As the hall light went out again and the sound of his bedroom door closing reached my ear, I found myself wondering what would happen if I were to go to Donny's room in the same baby doll that I now sat in bed wearing and my white high heeled strappy sandals that I wore for hubby. Would he be shocked? Would he reject his mum like his father did? or would he welcome me and share in another magical moment like we shared together on that evening of the party. I found my hand smoothing it's way across my tummy to my tingling clitty and stretching out my legs, I began circling my fingers and working my excitement button and encouraging my tunnel of love to moistness. My 'son sex fantasy' would not leave me. Donny would be in his room right now with his beautiful youthful cock in his hand teasing the end and working it between his forefinger and thumb. Wanking. I could sense him thinking about me, wondering what I would feel like to love. How nice I would feel on his hard cock. How warm and juicy I would feel sliding up and down on that marvelous pleasure pole of his. The thoughts were too much. It wasn't long before I had to stifle my moans as I tensed my body and orgasmed, thrills shooting like lightning bolts of energy, through my body - I could feel myself spasm and jerk. My god, I hoped I wouldn't wake hubby. Following the orgasm, I must have dozed off to sleep, as about one hour later I was awoken by the sound of a car door slam shut. This was followed by some footsteps in the gravel of our drive, the sound was heading towards the rear of the house. I heard the door, then a little mumbling and the sound of someone bundling into the house. I turned the bedside lamp off and decided to quietly slip downstair in the dark to discover what was going on. Slipping my housecoat over the top of my semi-clad body I quietly sneaked downstairs with only a shard of light coming from the slightly opened lounge doorway. As I arrived at the lounge door I could see through the small gap and carefully looked inside without entering. I could see James helping my daughter onto the settee. She was very drunk and slurring and mumbling in an incomprehensible manner. She would not let go of his hand and giggled slightly. I was about to walk in on them but motherly instinct told me not to interrupt this young lover moment, rather, just to watch and monitor how it was handled and to ensure everything was OK. In her sitting position, my beautiful daughter was rocking her knees back and forth, apart and then together, repeating, apart and then together. Her little mini skirt had risen up around her upper thighs and each time she swung her lovely young legs the skirt raised a little more. Her white panties were clearly visible when her legs were spread, in fact so much so, that the cleave of her teen pussy as defined by the fold of the panty gusset was clearly visible. James spoke to her softly attempting to convince her to go up to her bed but she simply closed her eyes and smiled. He stood before her for a moment and as I watched, it was as if she simply blacked out, mouth open and slavering, and legs splayed in a very unladylike manner. James reached forward and nudged her, she grunted but did not stir. I couldn't believe what was happening when James slyly surveyed the room looking toward where I was standing at one point, causing me to step further back into the shadow hoping he would not notice me. His actions suggested he did not as I saw him then kneel afore her and sniff at her dampened panties. I wanted to rush in and call him all the perverts of the day but I was fascinated. He proded her arm gently to see how awake and aware she was. She did not stir, instead she simply moaned. And then James carefully moved her knicker material to the side revealing her smooth mound and the little pink slit that was her sacred place. He leaned in and delicately began licking at the tight gash. This vision was sending crazy signals through my mind. I couldn't help but feel concerned at my daughter being taken advantage off but at the same time I was insanely curious as to what was developing here. I was wildly aroused in my mixed up state as James slobbered between my daughters slim and shapely legs. I dropped my hand to the front of my robe undoing the cord and allowed the garment to fall open. I parted my legs slightly bending at the knees and dropped my hand to tickle at the pleasure developing between my legs. James stood and unfastened his trousers, all the while looking around him like a petty criminal. He let the trousers fall to the floor, then with his hand he fished his erect penis from the fly of his boxer shorts. I drew a deep breath amazed at the actions unfolding before me. James' erection was surprisingly small and thin for such a handsome lad, fully hard, it was no more than a large man's middle finger with an end that resembled a smooth strawberry. The appearance of his small cock was slightly bizarre and I was captivated. I wanted to touch it, I even had the desire to enter the room and start wanking and sucking on him, my daughters boyfriend, to taste this unusually small manhood in my mouth. James then carefully knelt before my beautiful daughter, placing his erection at her opening and slowly sheathed into her. She moaned then mumbled his name in her semi-conscious state. I opened my mouth and quietly sighed in delight as I savoured the unstopable moment. Slipping a finger into myself, I began keeping time to the thrusts of my daughters boyfriend. Oh, if only I was experiencing the small warm cock. In my mind I was urging his 'fucking' on, willing him to enjoy my young daughters enveloping muff, to use her for his pleasure. My nerve ends were alight, tingling with excitement, enjoying the voyeurism. It was crazy, here was history repeating its self, a member of the household home from the party and involved in risque sex, the rest of the family tucked up in bed or like previously - not. Suddenly a shadow to the corner of my eye made me turn with a start. Standing half way up the stair wearing nothing more than a white T-shirt and his raging hard-on was my beautiful son Donny. The boy who made me so proud, his athletic body and liked personality. My fantasy lover. He had come to me again. Slowly I raised my finger to my lips in a 'sshhh' manner, urging quiet. I then moved my hands to my shoulders and let the robe fall to the hall floor, revealing my transparent baby doll. His eyes darted around my form and I watched as he drank in his loving mums body, spending most of his time ogling my breasts and burning hot pussy. He scanned my legs and watched as I took my hand back to my tummy raising the flimsy material to give him a view of what was in-store for him. I motioned him forward as I turned to look again through the small gap in the door. Taking my fingers I re-inserted them into my 'vag' and started working my juices to a lather. Each slow step Donny took toward me was a step closer to heaven. I was screaming with lust in my mind as Donny's big cock bobbed and swayed toward me. James meanwhile was thrusting like a jackhammer, unawares of his girlfriends, mothers approaching moment of perverse erotic fulfilment. Closer and closer James came to exploding his boiling seed into my precious teen baby. Donny came to my side and peered through to the lounge to witness his sister sleepily receive thrust after thrust from her handsome 'small dick' lover. Donny's eyes were wide with the same hot sexy desire I was experiencing. He wanked his beautiful sculpted cock beside me. Us both sharing in another hot family moment. Donny increased his wank pace as he filled his mind with the image of his gorgeous sisters spread legs and small titties bounce under her trendy, flimsy blouse, her sleepy face smiling with her disco make-up smudged by earlier drunken activity.