9 comments/ 600290 views/ 40 favorites Taken by My Son By: Indiandick This did happen. It is real and I am not sure how I should be feeling about it. My name is Shanti. I'm a recently divorced . I am well built 36 years old, 5'2" tall, and 105 pounds with 36A breasts. I have a 18-year-old son, Bedi. He is 5'9" and has girls chasing him day and night when he's not playing basketball, football and hockey. Over the past few weeks I've been experiencing difficulty sleeping, due to my divorce. My family doctor prescribed some sleeping pills to help get me through this rough period. Bedi was supportive during this period and even brought me the pills just before I went to bed. When I awoke the next morning two things became apparent, I was fully rested and my nipples and pussy were very sore. While showering I noticed my nipples felt as if they had been sucked all night. Even when Bedi was a baby my breasts never got much larger. My dark brown nipples however grew to almost 1 1/2" in length. They never completely returned to their pre nursing days. It also felt like my clitoris had been badly abused. It was sore and very sensitive. I got dressed and went to work, completely forgetting about my body's aches and pains. Over the course of the next 5 nights, I began to feel that I wasn't sleeping alone. My nipples, clitoris and pussy constantly felt like they were being used and abused. I suspected what was going on but refused to believe it. I had to find out what really was going on but knew I couldn't come right out and ask him if he fucked me. On Friday night I decided to perform a little experiment. When Bedi gave me my pill I palmed it and pretended to swallow it. About an hour later I heard my bedroom door open very quietly. Playing asleep I tried to control my breathing. Suddenly my head was covered and my arms and legs were pinned in a spread-eagle manner. I started to struggle and was about to scream when a pillow was put over my face. Unable to breathe I began panicking and must have passed out. When I awoke I had some form of gag in my mouth and my eyes were covered with some form of blindfold. Slowly my nightgown was pushed up, exposing my pussy and breasts. I felt a mouth begin suckling on my left nipple. He was not gentle. He was sucking as hard as possible and my nipple grew longer and harder. As much as I was revolted, and continued thrashing about, my pussy grew hotter and wetter by the second. Shifting his position, my right nipple now became the focus of his attentions. As he sucked, he began tickling and tweaking my clitoris. I have never experienced this combination of pain and Shanti sure before. Without the ability to stop it, I experienced the most intense orgasm I think I've experienced in many years. As I began to regain my senses I could hear the sound of a package being opened. I came to the realization of what was to happen next. Listening intently I heard a condom being put on and he crawled between my legs. Again I began thrashing about but it was of now avail. My legs were spread, my exposed pussy was leaking cum and a sheathed prick was rubbing up against my clitoris and then entering me. Try as I might to resist entry, my body continued to betray me. My pussy willingly accepted this very long and thick invader, until I thought it would tear me apart. It only stopped when he hit my cervix. Never have I felt so full in my life. My husband of 20 years and Bedi's father only had a 6 inch dick and didn't possess the tools to produce the sensations I was now experiencing. As he began withdrawing and thrusting into my pussy, my clit was rubbing against this rock hard shaft. My thrashings of resistance were quickly becoming thrashings of ecstasy. I was screaming into my gag as orgasmic spasms wracked my body. This abuse seemed to go on forever. I lost count of my orgasms. They seemed to run together for God only knows how long. My cunt and clit were screaming for the... sure to both stop and continue. At some point I passed out. When I regained consciousness the sun was shining in the window and it was 9:30 AM, Saturday morning. The blindfold had been removed but I was still tied and gagged. I was very mad. Bedi was sitting on my bed watching me come awake. I had the strong urge to piss but was unable to move. Sensing I needed the bathroom, he untied my legs and then tied them together. He then untied my lifeless arms and tied them behind my back. As the blood rushed through the veins the pain was excruciating. As he led me down the hall to the bathroom I tried to plan my escape. Instead of looking for an escape route my eyes kept going back to his semi hard cock. God it must have been over 10 inches long. No wonder the girls were after him. My son smiled and said he knew I was awake last night. He enjoyed it so much more knowing I was also enjoying the rape. After emptying my bladder I was led back to my bed and very carefully he retied me and left the room. He returned shortly carrying his electric razor. My cunt was shaved in a matter of minutes. Again I could feel my nipples, cunt and clit betraying me. I was hot and ready for fucking again. I never realized it until he said it but in spite of it being rape and incest, I did enjoy it. As he lay between my legs and began sucking my clit the juices literally flowed from my cunt. He told me my juices were a milky color and had a tangy and pungent taste. I began to orgasm like never before. For the next three days Bedi fucked me whenever he wanted. I soon began realizing that when he wasn't around I felt empty and alone. I could almost sense my submissiveness towards him beginning. When he removed the gag from my mouth he told me not to scream or he would tie me down again and never fuck again. I felt a sense of dread. Not from being tied down but from never being fucked by his magnificent cock again. I'm not a sex slave but I do whatever he says. I never wear panties, my cunt remains shaved (he won't let me call it my pussy) I'm continually wracked with lust and some guilt. I know it's wrong but it's also so right. I'm able to sleep without drugs, and my son is the excellent lover my cunt needs. I need him to continue loving me but I also want him to stop. Will I survive if he stops? Taken By My Son The original story took a direction that I (quite rightly) received criticism for. I have re-written the story with a different direction. Any and all comments appreciated, as I like to take all opinions on board. * My name is Victoria, although everyone calls me Vicky. I am a single mother of one son Adam. I am 35 years old and my son is 18. I had Adam when I was 17. I was a young impressionable girl, when his father who was 32, seduced me with his smoldering good looks, class, charm, and his quite rich lifestyle. I was the envy of every girl I knew, that was until he got me pregnant and ran off like a scalded cat. I pursued him through the courts for maintenance, which I receive and which helps keep us in some level of comfort. That however is no substitute for a man and father. To get the descriptions out of the way, I am 5ft 2in. I am a brunette with a loose slightly curly style. This may sound a little conceited, but I have a very nice figure and I am also very pretty. I am not boasting, just stating facts. Adam takes after his father, he is quite tall and well made for a young boy, and has inherited his father's dark swarthy features, and he is very good looking. This lack of the traditional male figure meant that Adam and I had always been close. We always turned to, and leant on, each other. Throughout his childhood we cuddled and as a young teenager we would still snuggle up. Even now Adam was a young man, we still from time to time, watched TV together cuddling. I watched Adam develop as a person, through the years, I was now aware of him developing as a young man. I had seen him naked throughout his childhood, and then seen him in trunks and swim shorts with his friends in the pool as a youth. I always thought he had nothing to be afraid of in the showers so to speak. I know as a mother you shouldn't do this, but having watched him grow into a young man, I had lately found myself wondering just how much he had grown. He was an adult now, yet he was still only young after all. I was to accidentally find out. One day I left the house to go shopping, only to realize when I reached the shops that I had left my purse at home. I returned home and let myself in the front door and shouted "Adam?" No reply. As we live in a single storey house, we have a hallway which lets onto the rest of the house. Along this hallway is the bathroom, and as I walked down the hall, I could see the bathroom door was open and hear music playing (This is why Adam had not heard me return.) As I approached the door, I looked at the wall on the other side of the corridor and realized, that through the full length mirror on that wall I could see into the bathroom. Adam had showered and now stood naked rubbing his hair with a towel. My eyes worked downwards as I gazed at his muscled chest, his flat stomach, his thick black pubic hair and eventually his penis. "Oh my God, he is so well hung," I thought. My boy was enormous. My eyes were fixed on his groin, and then I suddenly came to my senses and moved before he took the towel from his face. I crept back down the hallway and left the house. I got back in my car and found my arms and legs were both quivering as though either shocked or excited. For the next few days I could do nothing but think about what had happened. The mental picture of my son, and more importantly his penis, would not leave me. When I masturbated using my own son as the focal point I knew something was very wrong. Unsure of what was happening in my head, for days I fought with the persistent nagging need that I had, for him to see me as I had seen him. The thought would not go away, it was with me constantly, making me both nervous and excited beyond belief. I wanted, no I needed, my son to see me naked and to look at my body. I decided I would never rest, these all consuming thoughts would never leave me, until I had made it happen. I wanted to exactly re-create what had happened before. I knew what time Adam got home from his job as an apprentice electronics engineer. I put on music, so as to make him confident I hadn't heard him come in. I worked out exactly where I had been stood in the hall and the point of the bathroom where he had stood. It got very close to the crucial time. I left the shower running and waited behind the curtains in the sitting room, peering through the gap, my heart leaping into my mouth when his bike came round the corner. I ran down the hall and I got in the shower to wet myself and make it look authentic. I got out again and took up the pose that I desperately wanted my son to see me in. I heard the door close, but Adam didn't call out to me, the music making it pointless I assume. He dumped his bag by the door and started down the hallway. As he approached I already had my towel over my face and head, leaving a tiny gap. I peered through this tiny gap to confirm he was there, I desperately needed to know he had seen me, going through all this, only to be unsure what he had actually seen would have been torture. Adam stopped at the point where the angle of the mirror showed me to him. I could see through the gap of the towel as his face took on an appearance of shock and surprise. I was shaking like a leaf, my own son was watching, as my firm uplifted breasts bounced and jiggled with the action of me rubbing myself. I could see by the angle of his eyes, he was staring at my pussy, taking in my tight, black, curly mound. I was wet through, I was dripping in more ways than one. We stood like that for as long as we both dared. I decided I had to be the first to make a move, it would be unrealistic for me to continue drying myself for much longer and it would start to look suspicious if I did. I slowly turned my back to him, so he could see my bum as well as allow me to remove the towel, which would be a warning to him to leave. When I slowly turned around he was gone. I struggled to dress, my whole body shaking, I took time to compose myself and eventually summoned the courage and nerve to go into the kitchen. "Oh hi mom," said Adam. "I was just wondering where you were, I have been home a while." He was playing the same game of pretence as me! All that evening, I could both see, and sense Adam's eyes constantly on me. I was shaking inside with apprehension and fear over what I had deliberately done. What sort of person was I? What sort of woman would do this? The sexual tension between us was stifling. Adam had seen his mom naked, but had no idea that his mom knew this, or that she also had seen him. "What are you doing tonight Adam?" I asked him, secretly hoping he would be in for the evening. "Oh I think I will just stay home and watch a movie," he replied. I secretly hoped he had changed some plan or another to be with me. "Ok darling, you know what? I quite fancy a night in front of the TV all cosy myself." I said. The evening meal was out of the way and all washing up done, as we settled down to watch the TV. We have an L shaped sofa, and Adam lay almost flat on one leg of the sofa with his feet towards the TV and started to watch the movie. I was on the other leg at right angles to him. "I am a little uncomfortable like this Adam, do you mind if I snuggle with you?" I said. I know that he would have thought nothing of it in normal circumstances, but he sort of flustered and stammered. "Oh err yeah, I um, err OK, sure mom," he managed to blabber out. I lay with my head on my son's chest and settled with him. "Oh jeez mom, that's no good, I can't see the TV like this, move down a bit will you," he complained. I shuffled down a little, my head resting on his stomach. "A bit further mom I still can't see the bottom half of the TV." I moved further down his body and finished with my head on his lower stomach. "Yeah that's ok mom, you are ok there," he said. We settled down and watched the movie, the room was in darkness except for the light from the screen. Eventually my eyes became accustomed to the light, and I began to be able to make out the shape of my son's penis under his sweats. It was right in front of my face, the long length laying flat to his stomach and almost touching my face. I began to be able to make out the actual shape of his big cock, he must have had no underwear on beneath his sweats. As the material clung to his dick I could even see the helmet shape of his circumcised penis in the material. As we lay together watching, I was getting rather intimidated and unsettled with the situation. This was getting to me, and in a confused state my rationality and judgment was impaired. So with a heart thundering in my chest and a vagina that was more than a little damp, I touched him. Adam caught his breath and jerked slightly. I had been pretending to idly pick bits of cotton from his trousers. I used this as an excuse, and pretended to pick at a loose thread right where his helmet was. I keep my fingernails well manicured, and with my index finger I very gently ran the long nail over the helmet of his penis, on the outside of his sweats. I felt his body jerk again and then go taut. We both said nothing, both probably scared out of our wits at this unnatural and unprecedented moment in our lives. I very gently scraped my nail backwards and forwards along the very rim of his helmet on the underside of his penis and made little scratching movements on his shaft on the very sensitive part where the skin meets the helmet. His cock stiffened, I could hear his heavy breathing and I was sure he hadn't got a clue how to react. I continued using my nails on the ever expanding shaft head. At this point there was probably a small escape route still. There was still a tiny chance it could somehow be explained away as me touching him by accident. In seconds I decided I didn't want that to be the case, I needed to see this through. I still can't believe I did what I did. I took all doubt away. With trembling hands, I hooked my thumb into his waistband and eased the material away from his penis and pushed them down under his large heavy testicles. His magnificent cock was free and it was inches from my face. Gently cupping his balls with one hand, I enveloped his cock with my lips and drew my own son's beautiful cock into my mouth. I heard him draw breath and his body stiffened. I continued to caress his balls whilst I sucked the monster in my mouth. Eventually I left his balls and used my hand to grasp Adam's penis, my hand was not even close to going around the girth. I sucked as much of my son's cock as I could fit into my mouth, the rest I gently masturbated. This went on for a while, then I felt Adam, who had been quite still up until now, ever so slightly start to lift his hips to meet my mouth's downward movement. Ever so slightly he was starting to fuck back at my mouth, I knew he must be wanting to cum. As his thrusts became a little more pronounced, I felt his hands on the back of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair and gently grabbed two handfuls. I knew that this was it. With quickening thrusts, which I met with quicker, harder and more urgent sucking and masturbating, my son suddenly arched his back. He grabbed my hair tighter, made one last push with his hips and with a tiny whisper of, "Mom." He came in my mouth. Adam came the amount you would expect given the size of his equipment. I could not contain it all and so I did not even try. As jet after jet of hot, salty, potent semen shot into my mouth, with so much power and force, I just slobbered on his cock, which at one time came out of my mouth. The semen flew everywhere. My son slowly came back down from his orgasm, I could feel his body shaking. Then I could sense the awkward pause when he was thinking, "What now? What do I do? Are we both going to run to our rooms embarrassed and ashamed for the rest of our lives?" I didn't want to give him much time to dwell on this. Until now he had only seen the back of his mother's head as she had fellated him. Now I twisted onto my front, he could now see my face. He could see the cum on my face and in my hair. I lifted his soft penis in my hand and bent my head down. I started to lick up all the semen that had escaped my mouth and now lay in pools just above his pubic hair line. I licked the cum onto my tongue then made an exaggerated curl of my tongue and took it into my mouth. I noisily sucked the rest of cum from his stomach. I slid to the floor and moved around between his legs. We looked into each others eyes, then, cradling his cock in the flat of my palm, I licked up the length of his penis. Two separate lines of cum had escaped and now lay down the length of his cock. I held out my tongue and ran it up his cock gathering the first line of cum on my tongue, again I curled my tongue inwards and let the semen slide into my mouth. I repeated this with the other line of semen, all the while gazing into my sons eyes. What I had done was a shock to him, but any thought he may have had that it was a moment of lunacy on my part, or if there was any doubt in his mind, that it was some aberration or careless act I hadn't really meant to commit, this act of sensually licking his semen from his body, dispelled all doubts. It was over, our lives had changed. Adam thought that this was a one-off act of madness. He was really disappointed it was over, but I took my son by the hand, turned off the TV and led him across the room to my bedroom door. As subsequent discussions revealed, at this point the whole thing became clear to him, it wasn't over, it was just the beginning. That day I took my son into my bed. Adam realized that the act of his mother taking him to her bed, was not just for a one-off occasion. I was taking him as my lover, we lived alone, we neither had a boyfriend or girlfriend, there were no plans on the horizon for either of us to go anywhere or change our life in anyway. He realized that for the foreseeable future we were to be lovers. "Come baby, come to your new bed and take your new woman for the first time," I whispered. I lead him to his new sexual home. Adam stood facing me. I was shaking like a leaf and I was as nervous as a kitten. I grasped my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I was braless and my son stared at my (if I say so myself) lovely breasts for the second time. "Oh mom you are beautiful and so sexy," purred Adam. We undressed ourselves, each watching the other, as garments was shed exposing our bodies to each other. I slowly pushed my bottoms and panties down, my vagina came into view, my tight black curls giving it a modicum of modesty. Adam dropped his sweats and stood before me, magnificent penis hung heavy and long. We hesitantly and shyly move into each other arms, my proud breasts pushing the hard pink, uplifted nipples into my son's chest, as I put my arms around his neck. We kissed. This will sound totally nonsensical, but given the sex act I had performed on my son, (and given all the sex acts that would pass between us in time to come,) the most awkward, tentative and personal thing we ever did, was that first kiss. I had just sucked my son's cock and here I was embarrassed and awkward kissing him. We eventually relaxed in each others arms and kissed like lovers. He explored me, tentatively putting his tongue just inside my mouth, testing for reactions, and I felt like a young girl being kissed for the first time. I eventually stepped back from him and guided his hands to my breasts. My head went back and my eyes closed as Adam tweaked my nipples and bent down to take each in turn into his mouth. I had to coach him slightly, he was a little fired up and eager and I slowed him down with advice on how to suck, tease and bite my nipples. I was enjoying the attention my breasts were getting, but it had been too long without a man. I wanted something else. I put my hands on his shoulders and applied gentle pressure, the meaning obvious. We staggered back to the bed and I sat down. Adam dropped to his knees. I leant back on my elbows and watched intently as my son parted my legs. My sex opened before him, the pink glistening folds inside my vagina, the darker labia framing them and the curly pubic hair framing them in turn. Adam leant forward and delicately touched my inner lips and the entrance to me with the tip of his tongue. It was like an electric shock, I moaned slightly and whispered, "Oh yes baby, it's yours, it belongs to you now. Kiss me there sweetheart." My son licked my pussy like a cat lapping up milk, he was too fast and a little too frantic. I understood he was inexperienced and desperate to please me and I continued my coaching. As he went at my clitoris like a bull in a china shop, I instructed him. "Easy on me there babe," I said. "My clitoris is very sensitive, don't put direct pressure on it unless it is very gentle." I taught him how to lick me all around the little bud, it was sensitive enough to respond to indirect stimulus, and only to lick my clitoris with light touches from the tip of his tongue. He sucked my labia into his mouth and probed me with his tongue. He was the most willing student, and before long, although I would have many more, the most wonderful first ever orgasm given to me by my own son happened. Gripping his hair in both hands and pulling him into me as hard as I could, I screamed his name aloud as the climax ripped through me. I shuddered as he slowly decreased the pressure his tongue was exerting and he slowly brought me back down. Eventually he raised his head and very self consciously (and in a way I found rather cute) wiped my juices from his face. He made his way back up the bed and we lay together, our faces inches apart. We didn't say anything, we simply caressed each others faces. He kept moving strands of cum matted hair from my face, and we swapped little kisses, not long kisses but little pecking ones, as we explored each others faces like strangers. We lay for a long time, happy and secure in each others arms. I then reached for my son, and found him, big and strong and hard again. "Come my darling," I whispered in his ear. "It's time to have mom." He climbed onto his knees, and then moved between mine. I opened my legs for him and pulled my knees up into the classic position. He shuffled forward and lay on top of me, bearing his weight on his arms. Wild passionate sex, in different positions would come later. This time, for the first time, we lay in the classic missionary position and I felt the large helmet of his penis touch my vagina. As when you lose your virginity it only lasts a few seconds and a few inches before it is all over too quickly and the sex begins. I wanted to savour the moment my son took me, I wanted the act of him entering me to last forever. As his penis slowly pressed on my pink flesh and my labia and vagina opened to him, and as those first few inches entered me, it was the most magical moment of my life so far. My own son was taking me. I told him to hold his position a little while longer, my labia and vaginal entrance gripping the head of his penis. It was heaven. I savoured the actual moment of him entering me for as long as I could, but other needs were taking over fast, so I then whispered, "Yes darling now." I gave him the permission to enter me fully. The feeling of his penis sliding into my vagina for the first time was beautiful. All too soon that moment was over, my son had invaded me, his big manly cock sliding inch by glorious inch deeper and deeper into me. Adam's cock reached a part of me never before touched by a man, his pubic hair meshed with mine, he was fully in me, I had taken all of him. Slowly he withdrew a few inches and then plunged back into me. Taken By My Son I was being fucked by my own son. He opened me like never before, his beautiful cock stretching the pink wet folds of my vagina walls. My labia having no option but to grip his hard length as it slid in and out of me and to be pulled and pushed along its massive length. Adam was inexperienced and started to wildly fuck me, I had to slow him down and teach him that the race to ejaculation wasn't the be-all and end-all of sex. With my cajoling and instruction, my son calmed down and proceeded to tease and torture my body with the slow, easy technique I taught him. It was exquisite. We made love for what seemed like hours, our urgent orgasms out of the way, we could enjoy each other at our leisure, and we certainly did that. The slow pace kept Adam from cumming too quickly, but as I felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm approaching I spurred him into a slightly faster pace. It wasn't that I needed him to speed up for me to cum, that was now inevitable, but I wanted him to cum with me. We were panting and saying, "Oh god yes, oh yes I'm coming," at the same time. My first climax with my son had been a clitoral one, and now with the big, heavy penis, stretching, opening and filling me to the brink of ecstasy, I came again. This orgasm came from deep within my body, my whole vagina throbbing and convulsing on his shaft. As I hugged him closer, screaming his name again and again, my son came in my vagina for the first time. We stayed in that position for ages. Adam's cock, even though it had now softened and returned to its normal size, still felt wonderful inside me. Unfortunately we had to move sometime, and Adam pulled out of me. I quickly closed my legs and bent my knees, I wanted to keep as much of my son's first ejaculation in me, where it belonged. We slept like that, his wonderful cum that had flooded me deep inside, seeping through my cervix and entering my womb. We awoke early for work the next morning, as I had set the alarm deliberately early. I had foreseen the inevitable start to the day. My son took me with his rampant morning hard on. This time I let him have his head, and did not interfere with his method. He fucked me quite vigorously and came in me. I didn't orgasm this time, as Adam came a little too quickly for me, yet I still left for work with the wonderful, warm, satisfied feeling that morning sex gives you. I was useless at work and made so many mistakes, at one point I thought they would send me home. My head was elsewhere. Over the next days and weeks, I fell so madly and deeply and profoundly in love with my son, and he with me. He occupied every waking moment of my life and thoughts. I was a mature woman, yet even I had no idea a person could be so deeply and hopelessly in love. Sometimes when he made love to me I cried a little with happiness and love for him. The next few weeks we settled into a certain lifestyle with each other. Adam had started to call me Vicky and his confidence and maturity grew. He began to be an equal partner in the relationship and started to act like a normal lover. The normal everyday things were very strange at first, he would do things like come home and find me in the kitchen preparing the meal, pat my butt, (He always patted my ass, not in a sexual way, but more in an affectionate manner which showed that he loved me and needed to touch me.) kiss me and say, "Hi Vick babe, what's for dinner?" It was surreal, here I was having sex with my son, yet I found it really weird, him saying things like, "Hey Vicks sweetheart have you seen my ipod?" "What time is it Vicky?" "Hey Vicky love, do you want coffee?" Just mundane things like that gave me a warm glow. Once when we had a little tiff, he turned to me and said, "Now, now Victoria, that's not fair..." Him using my full name in such a commonplace way was surreal. We were man and wife, I was simply his woman. Adam only ever called me mom on two occasions, and never ever altered. At the moment of his wonderful penis entering me, and when the first spurt of his ejaculation shot into either my mouth or vagina, he always whispered. "Mom." In the bedroom (and anywhere else you could mention) our activities seemed to rotate between lovemaking, having sex and just plain fucking. It was a wondrous time. I never imagined a young boy could screw and cum so much and so often. We realized that Adam could cum a full load twice a day, providing they were in the morning and at night, the intervening hours were sufficient for him to fully replenish himself. Except at weekends, due to our work, this was our lovemaking pattern anyway, so every time we had sex, I received a full load in my mouth or my pussy. I treated this as a massive compliment to my womanhood that this young boy came so much for me. I was so much in love with my son, and his penis! We laughed and Adam called me silly when I said that I was in love with his cock as well as with him. It was a bit of a joke about a third person being in bed with us. I felt stupid so I hid the truth behind the joke. In truth I really did feel in love with his wonderful penis. I would cradle it in my hand (always when Adam was sleeping) hold it to my face, gaze lovingly at it and plant small kisses on it, as though it, not Adam, was my lover. I never told Adam this, he would have teased me mercilessly. I often attempted to sleep with his length inside me. My boy's cock was still big enough flaccid to stay in me after sex. Although I often managed to get to sleep like this, any movement for either of us popped it out. I even tried to sleep with his cock in my mouth, I would lay with the head of it in my mouth and suckle on it like a baby with a dummy or comforter, to go to sleep. We wanted to have days where we didn't have to hide from the world, we would travel to towns distant from ours and make a day out of just normal shopping trips. We would have lunch in local bars, burger joints, or sit at pavement cafes, kissing and holding each other, feeding each other food and drinks like two teenage kids. I often caught the looks of people, usually other women, who seemed to be saying, "Look at her, she should know better, she's old enough to be his mother," If only they knew. To hold my mans hand as we walked down the street, instead of hiding away meant so much to me. Sometimes we turned these trips into weekend breaks, and just indulged ourselves of each other. My son fucked me to a standstill over these trips, and I would always return home sexually satisfied, contented and extremely tired. I used one of these trips to restock my lingerie. I wore the usual things my son liked to see me in, but sometimes I wanted to dress my age and not always be in youthful things, trying to be something I wasn't. My lingerie collection enabled me to let my son see another side to things. I introduced him to stockings and suspenders, this may sound strange, but he had never seen a live woman in them, he had only seen it in different media. I tried to be classy and feminine for him, thongs and such are ok at times, but I wanted to be seductive. My son responded to my gentle teaching, and soon for him a lingerie clad woman was far more sexy and seductive than a naked one. He had me dress that way wherever possible. It got to the point where it was actually my son that dressed me as far as he chose my underwear for me. Adam had great taste. When we got home with our purchases it became sort of tradition for me to go straight to our bedroom and change for him. I would then give him a fashion show with several new sets lingerie. I felt unbelievably sexy, warm and feminine as I presented myself to my son dressed like this, awaiting his approval. It culminated the day I stood before him, waiting for his approval, dressed in black stockings, suspenders, silk French knickers and a silk camisole top over my braless breasts, I knocked him sideways. "Oh my fucking God," he said. "Vicks sweetheart, you are the most beautiful, sexy and hottest babe in the world. You look truly amazing." He approached me, taking in the sight of me all the time. He put his hands on either side of my face and said "I love you Vicks with all my heart," and ever so tenderly kissed me. We made love in the gentlest and most tender way imaginable. I kept on the whole ensemble of lingerie, he simply pulled the clothing to one side to get at whatever he wanted. As my son fucked me, I ended up (as usual) on my knees and face in the typical 'doggy' position. I felt him opening my lips and looking into my pussy. Adam had told me that when he took me like this, he loved to see inside me, and he loved to watch himself entering me. In other positions he might like to ram in to the hilt, but in this position it was the sight of entering and re-entering his mom that turned him on. He pulled out fully on every stroke, gazing at my open vagina and the wet, pink walls closing up as he exited me. He loved the sight of his big cock head opening me up and my lips engulfing his cock head. Usually when we made love like this, as he came he liked to pull out, make me reach round and hold my pussy open for him, and watch himself shoot his cum right into my open hole. Today as he neared his orgasm, he pulled out and demanded I turn over onto my back. I was confused. I lay back and my French knickers fell back over my pussy. My son (the dirty little bugger) came all over me, the contrast of white cum on the crotch of my black silk panties and my camisole clearly showing where he had aimed his cock. As jet, after jet of white hot, powerful, potent, semen showered me, he even managed to hit me in the face with one spurt, which I demurely scooped up with a finger and sexily popped into my mouth. So much for my nice, new, clean lingerie. Adam's growing confidence resulted in him demanding I did something for the first time, and it also lost me something for a little while. I will explain. One weekend we decided to have a pool party. We invited some of his friends and some of mine (who often happened to be parents of his friends!). We had a wonderful afternoon, he relaxed with his peer group and me with mine. At one point I took off my wrap and revealed my new tiny white bikini underneath. I jumped in the water and played with guests for a while. When I climbed the steps out of the pool all male eyes were on me. My bikini bottoms were not transparent, but you could just about make out the slightest hint of the darker shading of my pubic mound underneath. I had also been a little daring with the costume, and it cut a little too much into my genital area. There were just a few stray black hairs, from my usually meticulously manicured bush, peeking out of the sides. It wasn't blatantly obvious or sluttish, but if you looked closely, which many of them did, you could just make them out. Adam overheard his friends talking about me, they were all discussing how hot I was and how they all wanted to fuck me. This didn't bother Adam, but when they started making more personal comments about being able to see my pubic hair slightly it annoyed him a bit. They went on to discuss that all girls they had seen and the thousands they had looked at on the internet, were all shaved or waxed perfectly smooth. They joked about looking at dozens of websites before you even saw a pube nowadays. This got under my lovers skin. Later that night my son told me, "Vicks you are to shave your pubic hair off, or even better to get it completely waxed." I was a little disappointed, I had always liked the way I looked, I enjoyed having a tight, black mound, and I thought it made me look feminine and more like a woman. Adam was not asking me, he was telling me. He was giving me an order, and I loved him so much I would not ever dream of disobeying him. The very next day, I found myself in the local beauty parlour. I looked down on the floor at my beloved curls that had been trimmed to a waxable length. I grimaced as the beautician took away the rest of my hair, opening my outer lips a little to get to the inside of the flaps. Shorn, waxed and perfectly smooth I put my panties back on. I must admit that the feeling of silk panties against a recently waxed vagina felt quite nice. That evening I presented myself to Adam for his approval, and boy did I receive it. I had white stockings and suspenders on, a half cup bra and tiny white lacy panties that fastened with ties at the side. I undid my bra and exposed my hard, pert breasts to him, then slowly pulled the strings on my panties and lowered them. I stood fully exposed and bare to his gaze. He was mesmerized by my smooth vagina, and when we made love he spent longer than ever licking me down there. The waxed pussy stayed for a few weeks, but he became bored with it. I had coached him and persuaded him that my neatly trimmed bush was so much more alluring, my pubes returned. Our idyllic situation was severely tested on a couple of occasions. The first came about due to Adam talking with friends about anal sex and seeing in on the internet. He came home one day and announced that tonight he was going to take my bum. "Oh no, please God no," I had never had anal sex, but even if I had done, I knew my son was just simply too big for me. The thought, filled me with dread. "Look sweetheart, why do you need that? Don't I give you everything and more already?" I pleaded. Adam was determined, I think his youth and inexperience in this matter clouded his judgment and the way he saw it I was simply withholding this sort of love from him. And whatever my darling Adam wants, my darling Adam gets was my attitude. It was a disaster. I was right, his enormous penis was simply too big for me. He did however, (after much pushing and extreme pain and screaming from me) manage to penetrate my tight ass. At this point I screamed again and even Adam realized he had gone too far. He only managed to get the large head inside me, he didn't try to enter me fully he just fucked my ass with little short strokes with the head, and quickly came in my poor bum. He withdrew, followed by a stream of blood and semen. I fell forward onto my front and Adam started to apologize. He went on and on saying how sorry he was and how much he loved me. We both started to cry, we kissed and cried, both our faces drenched with tears, as Adam professed his love and how he hated himself for defiling his beloved Vicks, and me trying to find the words to adequately express how hopelessly in love with him I was. I was apologizing all the time for not being a proper woman, my body was his property now and not being able to give my lover what he needed, meant I had failed him. We survived it. To help us get over our first little bump in our relationship we decided to treat ourselves to a little indulgence. We went to the Caribbean for a two week holiday. It was simply the best fortnight of my life. As soon as we arrived we felt the total freedom to be in love and to show it without fear. We held hands and kissed all the time. We met several other couples and we were overjoyed to be simply accepted amongst them as just another couple on holiday. (Me taking 3 years off my age and Adam putting 3 years on his, helped) I kept having the girls tell me how lucky I was to have such an attractive young hunk, and Adam said all the men said how lucky he was to have a sexy older woman. We fucked like rabbits. The sun, sea, relaxation and total utter love between us was magical. We sunbathed on the beach, had lunch at the beach bar, walked on the waters edge hand in hand, dressed for dinner and went out with all the other couples at night. When disaster nearly struck one night my son called me mom in front of everyone. "You cheeky little monkey," I jokingly said. "Because I am older than him, he likes to tease me and wind me up, calling me mom," I laughed, and luckily so did they. We sat on the beach looking at the moon. Oh and did I mention? We fucked like rabbits. We would lay on sun beds holding hands, then go in the ocean. We loved to lay in the surf as it ran up the beach, rolling around with each other. I would lay flat with the water rushing up all around me lapping at my hair. My son loved the way I looked, wet hair straggled over my face, my hair full of sand as would be my face, bare breasts in fact my whole body. We came out of the water and Adam lay on his back, we were hidden behind an upturned boat. I was feeling so happy and mischievous, so I bent over him pulled down his shorts and jokingly kissed his cock. I should have known better, I was giggling when the inevitable hard-on arose. "Oh look what you've done now Victoria," teased Adam. "Now what are you going to do with that Vicks? It won't go down on it's own you know," he said in mock horror. So I sucked him off. My son filled my mouth with the customary big load. I had had so many mouthfuls of cum I wanted to do something different for my boy. I sat back on my heels and showed his semen in my mouth. I then slowly let the cum dribble through my lips. It ran down my lower jaw and fell off my chin. I was not going to waste a drop, so I caught all his cum in my hands which I held below my chin. Adam stared at me and smirked. When my hands were full, I lifted them to my breasts, cupping them like a hand-bra. I smeared his hot load all over my tits, rubbing and kneading the semen into my nipples too. When my tits were covered I smeared what was on my chin all over my face. He was captivated, then we both laughed. I was in a playful mood, I was mischievous and giggling, so I jumped up to run into the ocean to wash it off when he stopped me. "Just hold it there Victoria my dear, where do you think you are going?" Adam held out his hand to me, I took it and he pulled me down to him. "Stay a while and relax Vicks," he said. He had me lay in the sun covered with his semen. As I lay in the sun his cum dried and hardened on me, and it started to tighten my skin. "Ok babe lets go and get ready for dinner," Adam said . We packed our things and he held my hand as we walked off the beach and through the neighbouring chalet huts to get to ours. As I walked through the little streets covered in my son's semen, I had no idea what people could see. Maybe they could see nothing, as dried cum isn't exactly obvious, but it was really sexy knowing the state I was in. That night as we went out to dinner I caught sight of us in a window reflection. I considered how I looked. I stood in high heels, a bracelet round my ankle. I had on tight white jeans which hugged my bum beautifully. Through these you could just make out the shape of my thong at the back, and at the front the jeans cut into my pussy and showed the shape of my outer lips (Adam called this camel toe) I had on a tight yellow t-shirt which hugged my braless breasts. I was beautifully tanned my hair looked all tossed and teased, on my arm was a gorgeous hunk of a boy, who had a magnificent cock that kept me serviced and satisfied almost continuously. I was madly in love with this man and he with me. I was in the Caribbean having the most wonderful time with my man. I was at the peak of my powers, life could not have been sweeter. It was that holiday that introduced a fun and games play in our sex lives. Adam had been quite turned on seeing other men look at me. This together with an idea he got whilst surfing a bit of porn on the net (no problems for me, we even surfed together sometimes) concerning wife watching fantasies, gave him his idea. He told me about his 'wife watching' ideas and laughed when he saw the consternation on my face. "No Vicky babe, don't get the wrong idea, you are mine, you are only mine, no one but me ever touches you, ok?" Taken By My Son I must have shown my relief, as he grinned and continued, "No babe, I want men to see you but never be allowed to touch." he continued, "How do you fancy a bit of flashing and exhibitionism?" he grinned. Without a detailed explanation on how we arrived there, we found ourselves in a situation where I would go out with the sole intention of letting as many men see up my skirt as possible. We would sit at pavement cafes, with (pantyless) me letting my skirt ride up my thighs, subtly opening my legs at specific moments to let total strangers who happen to be passing by, see my trimmed pussy. I learned to do this so naturally and subtly that it really did appear that a naive housewife had inadvertently allowed someone to see her private parts and was unaware what she had done. The first time I exposed myself to strange men , sat having coffee at a pavement cafe, Adam could not wait to get home before he had me. We walked towards the car park for our vehicle, when I was quickly pulled into a narrow alley. My son's hands were instantly all over me, pawing my breasts. "Jesus Vicky I want you now." he panted. He pushed me roughly against the wall, pushed a knee between mine and forced them apart. I couldn't have stopped him having me, even if I had wanted to, and believe me my sopping vagina was testament enough, to the fact that stopping him was the last thing on my mind. The urgency with which he took me, together with the excitement of a) strange men seeing my private parts and b) that a man (or even gang of men) could appear at any moment sent me quickly and noisily over the edge. I screamed my son's name as his superb cock battered me into submission. I just hung onto him limply as he emptied himself into me. We were taking things slowly, but I was in no mood to dawdle. The excitement of exposing myself, with my lover's permission and encouragement, left me needing to escalate it, to keep it interesting and again an idea from the internet provided the answer. Adam decided his woman should expose herself more intensely. He knew exactly how he wanted to achieve it. "Don't plan anything tonight Vicks." he said, "I want to show you something on the TV." Later that night, he connected the computer to the TV and sat me down to show me what was required of me. I was VERY apprehensive. What he showed me that evening was loads of examples how to set up a 'flash'. When I was well versed in what Adam wanted, we would either wait until we knew something was due to be delivered, i.e. internet purchases etc or we would be proactive and order food. I was to prepare myself for the delivery man. The location for my 'flash' would vary. We would either be in our own home, a hotel room or in a motel. I started by wearing low cut loose tops which I would pull down to expose the tops of my areole as I opened the door. At home we had a table and a mirror on the wall in the hallway, just to the side, and out of sight of, the door. I would turn away from the delivery boy under the pretext of putting the delivery on the table. I would lean forward making my breast become even more exposed, when I turned back towards him. All this was very gentle compared to where we ultimately wanted to be in our sex life, but we embraced every opportunity to be sexy. By now I had reverted to a totally smooth waxed pussy. Adam said it would be better for showing to men, as they could see more. The lips of my vagina were slightly puffy, rather than a flat slit. Adam loved this he said it produced a rounded w shape that gave a superb camel toe (there goes that phrase he uses again) effect. We escalated the 'Delivery Boy Game' further. I would go to the door with only a t-shirt on which only just covered my vagina. I had practiced in front of a mirror and was quickly becoming an artist where 'accidentally' showing my body was concerned. I knew which slight, innocuous movement would raise the t-shirt as it went over the swell of my hips, to expose my newly shaved smooth pussy to the stranger at the door. We resisted the temptation to become extreme or 'dirty' with this. I toyed with the idea of simply answering the door naked, but decided that was too obvious and that I enjoyed the subtlety of 'not knowing I was showing myself'. By this time we had progressed to filming our activities. I grew to love to watch myself later, so we set up a webcam looking down the hallway to the door to catch the action that way. Wherever possible, Adam would stand flat to the wall beside the door, with a camera catching close-up action from the side. Eventually he built a false bird table in the garden only a few yards from the door. This angle captured the frontal view which the delivery boy got and was my favourite. This may sound strange, given the extremes of unconventional and passionate sex my son and I had been exposed to, but we were finding this very sexy and thrilling. Every flash would result in us making love, sometimes passionately, but strangely given the games we were playing, it would actually be more of a tender, sensual coupling. Maybe it was because someone else had intruded into our privacy that we felt the need to reinforce and declare our love for each other. I loved kneeling in front of my boy and taking his huge wonderful cock in my mouth, it was the subservient position I loved. I also loved feeling him deep and fully inside me, barely moving, whilst we gazed into each others eyes and continuously make declarations of our all consuming love for each other. I would often cry at this point. As I said the flashing was quite a harmless and gentle little game, but somehow it really did bring us even closer together (if possible) in the bedroom. I would fake being got out of the shower to answer the door, I would wrap a towel loosely around myself and stand in the doorway. As my body made the natural movements such as taking the goods from him, or reaching to take his clipboard to sign for the goods, to hand over money, or receive change, the towel would work loose. As the towel fell to the floor I always hesitated slightly to allow this stranger a full view of my body, (and for the camera to pick up the action) before faking mock-horror and embarrassment at what had happened. If they could only see how wet I was! By far my favourite flash was the robe. I would dress in a white towel robe to go to the door. Sometimes I even experimented with stockings and suspenders underneath, sometimes just naked. I would stand in front of the hallway mirror and position my robe so only fleeting glimpses could be seen of the body within. As the transactions took place I would constantly turn to the table, under all the usual pretexts and each time loosen the cord a little and just ease open the robe a little further. As I said before I had become an expert in this and made it appear the robe was simply opening of it's own accord in reaction to my natural movements. Finally I would stand (innocently and unknowingly) in front of a total stranger, my smooth pussy on open view, my nipples just visible as the top half spread itself too. One day it all came to a sudden end. We were in a hotel for the weekend when we set up a treat for the room service boy. As we waited I checked myself out in the mirror, there was to be no lingerie or anything today, I stood simply naked with a bath towel around me. The knock came at the door and I let in the 'boy'. The room service guy was gorgeous. He was quite a bit older than me, which was a surprise, given the job he was doing. He was tanned, looked lean and had greying hair at the temples. He was as handsome as hell, cool, distinguished looking and had an aura of control about him. I was a little flustered as he brought in my order and fussed around clearing a space for it and laying it out. My heart was beating more than normal, and I was a little unsure what to do. I played for time as he told me that he was the owner of the hotel and that they were catering for a large function, which meant they were short staffed. (That at least explained his unlikely position as room service.) I had exposed myself to many strangers in fleeting moments, but yet with this man, in only a few short minutes, I was incredibly turned on by the thought of letting him feast his eyes over my nakedness. Somehow I felt alone with this gorgeous man, even though I knew Adam to be there and that I had been alone with men before. The thought of my ever stiffening nipples being seen by him and the idea that my vaginal lips, shaved and exposed, would be on show for him to see and commit to memory forever, didn't seem like harmless fun anymore. For the first time ever in all these games we played, I knew this was going to be, intimate, personal and sexual and there was going to be a heavy atmosphere. I resolved to see this through. This man was different from all the others, my knees went weak and my hands were shaking. Do I ran away or abort the thing here and now? I decided to go ahead. I turned to him, subtly eased my arms from my sides and let the towel fall from my body. I stood before him naked and excited. I realised that the difference between this time and all the others was the absence of pretence. There was no mock-horror, there was no fake embarrassment, there was no fumbling rush to cover myself and there was no sham claims of it being an accident. It seemed like an eternity, but was probably only five seconds or so. It was long enough for me to feel the little electric shocks in my lower stomach and the twitching inside my vagina. I quickly remembered Adam and I tried to recover some composure. "What is my boy seeing?" I wondered. "Can he tell the body language? Will the camera find me out?" Were questions I considered. In those five seconds or so, time stood still. We were brought out of our spell by noises from the bathroom (Adam had never so much as made a squeak before.) The room service guy obviously realising I had a man there, instantly switched back into professional mode and resumed his duties. There was however, time for one last moment between us. As I wrapped the towel around me, around my back at first, I stood, arms holding the towel open pretending to get it in the right position. The few seconds delay in closing it, as I let him take in my body for just a few seconds more, were electric and obvious. As I reluctantly closed the towel around my nakedness, we looked into each others eyes. Again it was for only a few fleeting seconds, but those seconds of eye contact spoke a thousand words, they said everything. Adam's father then turned, taking a last fleeting look at me, and left the room. Adam came from the bathroom when the man had left. He knew that something different had just occurred (although it wouldn't be until he viewed the video from the hidden cameras later, that he would get a true idea.) and that's why he deliberately made a noise. He seemed nervous and strangely afraid. He seemed reluctant to touch me and sat on the bed as though we wanted to talk. In the days or weeks to come we could talk till we were hoarse, I wanted fucking. My vagina was on fire, literally dripping small beads on my juices from between my small wet lips. I pulled Adam to his feet and pushed the robe from my son's shoulders. He was sporting a semi hard on, which was not normal as he was usually rock hard. I sunk to my knees and for what seemed like the millionth time, I took my sons huge cock into my mouth. That was the end of the 'semi' I can tell you. I kissed, licked and sucked his penis and balls as good as I knew how. I was a woman possessed, I needed this cock to be as big and hard and rampant as it had ever been. I needed filling to the limit, stretching to my fullest extent. This was never going to be a long screw, I was too far gone. I simply climbed onto the bed on all fours and waited for my son to take me in our favourite position. Adam climbed behind my and rammed himself into me without any preamble. His wonderful cock filled my sodden depths until I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. Even then he pulled my back by the hips, trying to get further and further inside me. It seemed like Adam wanted to use me as much as I wanted to be used. My son didn't know why at the time (but later it would come out of his subconscious when he watched the video.) but he felt like somehow he wanted to punish me for something. And he did. My son fucked me with a vigour, strength and violence (although not in an abusive way) more than he had ever done. Gone was our love-making, he used me like a rag doll. The only regret I had, was that I was so near orgasm, that I didn't get as long to enjoy the battering my vagina was taking, for as long as I would have liked. As Adam pulled fully out of me repeatedly and re-entered me repeatedly forcing me open and closed in a blur. Screaming and gasping for air, clutching the bed clothes for all my worth, I came. It was as intense and body wracking as I have ever had. It drained me of all energy, so I just fell forward and lay flat on the bed while my son just used my, by now tender, vagina. I felt guilty, for the first time ever, as my son fucked me, I had been thinking of someone else. We lay on the bed, covered in each others juices, sweaty from head to foot. the panting slowly subsiding, my bruised and battered little lips awash with my boy's hot, thick and potent semen. We both realised at the same time that the game we had been playing for these few months had come to an end, today the innocence had gone out of it. Adam was jealous. "I know it was all my idea sweetheart," he said, "But lets face it not everyman could take all these men seeing his woman naked." He looked down and suddenly seemed very vulnerable, "I feel that one of these days it might mean more to you than just a game and that somehow you might just fall for one of these strangers." he confessed. The idea was preposterous, but I understood the fear to be very real for him. "I never want to lose you Victoria." he said and continued, "I think it's time we nailed our relationship down for good, and I know just how to do it." He was true to his word; he put his plan into action. Eighteen months later, I was sat at the breakfast table, my dressing gown open and my son's first child suckling at my breast. I was also heavily pregnant with his second child. Having made me pregnant I was indeed his for good. The first time we made love with no protection, I conceived. At the very point of conception, my son's wonderful cock seeming to swell to even greater size, seeming to stretch me and fill me completely. As he pushed into me to the very hilt and emptied himself into my greedy and hungry vagina he whispered for the very last time. "Mom." Adam had finished his apprenticeship and had secured a really good position. His job and financial security was ensured. We moved across country and started life anew. I worked for a national retail chain so I secured a transfer to the new area easily. Although my son was now 22 years old, he seemed a little young for the responsibilities he now had. However he rose to the challenge as a real man. We loved each other and doted on our children. I was ecstatically happy and head over heels in love with him, so to put the icing on the cake so to speak, we painstakingly researched how we could lie, cheat and defraud the system to make it happen, and in a remote little town we married. So now we live as a married couple, my son left my life in that ceremony and my husband entered it. I no longer think of Adam as anything but my husband and love of my life. We have a wonderful marriage, a beautiful family and great life. I decided at that point, that any subconscious feeling I had of being 'The senior partner' was unwanted. If I was going to be this young man's woman and wife, then I wanted to embrace that role and life fully. I wanted to be the 'little woman', I wanted to feel cared for and looked after, and I wanted my man to be strong and protective. I therefore decided to hand over to him all control in the bedroom (I wanted to give him total control in all matters, but there were a few mundane things like house finance, insurance, etc that he was inexperienced in.) So now my husband is quite rightly master of the house. What he says goes, and I am only too happy to play the 'little woman' role. In everyday matters we discuss our finances, the household, our children etc as man and wife equally, but sexually I handed over to him all power, control and mastery of me. I get massively turned on at times with my subservient role I relish the role of sexual subordinate and play it to the full. Adam takes me when/where/however he pleases, I have not and will never say no to him, or any demand he makes of me. In the bedroom, I play any role he so wishes, I will act out any fantasy he may have, I will dress, perform or conduct myself in any manner he demands. For example, one of his favourites is a bit clichéd, but he makes me do the housework dressed as a French maid (I told you it was a bit corny) this invariably ends up with me stood, stocking clad legs and high heels wide apart, bent face down over the dinner table, tiny skirt round my waist, as he uses me from behind with his rampant gorgeous cock. I give myself to him without question. (I even offered him my bum to use if it pleased him, but he refused, my darling Adam said he loves me and would not harm me in any way.) No matter what I am doing if my husband says, "Victoria, the bedroom now," I can't get there fast enough to serve my sexual master. My son, sorry my husband, is still very young and needs (and is all too well capable of) sex everyday and my body is only too happy to be ready, willing and able to comply with his demands. This is not an abusive situation, it is not a BDSM situation. It is just one where a person takes such emotional and sexual delight in serving the one she desperately loves, as anyone in a Dom/Sub lifestyle will attest to. I have regained the same shape I had before I had my children, which Adam loves. I look great if I say so myself, so my husband demands I look my best at all times. Whether he takes me to smart places to show me off or we simply go out somewhere in the daytime with our children, I must look as good as I did in the Caribbean. I must make sure I am dressed in the clothes and lingerie he finds me sexy in and which shows me off at my utmost best. When we are out, I must stand, move, walk, talk in a manner that exudes sex and turns heads. With his confidence and maturity he is no longer jealous, other men lusting after me amuses him and turns him on, knowing that I am his property. Adam is in love with me, he loves me and what I give to his life, so he has agreed to wait awhile and let me rest and enjoy our wonderful life and children for a couple of years, or until he decides when I am to have another of his children. I wouldn't have things any other way.