27 comments/ 142261 views/ 111 favorites And You Thought This Would Be Easy By: syd_v63 Ok let's start with the completely boring part. Yes, it has been a long time since I've written anything. No, this is not a sequel to anything I've written previously. Yes my spelling, punctuation, grammar, and sentence structure are atrocious (It is wonder I've ever held employment). No, I don't' write Shakespeare, I write porn, if you want enlightenment or culture, this is the wrong place on the Internet. Yes I welcome feedback and am willing to work with and editor, if and when I can find one that will put up with me, as again I am slow to write. Apparently benji4lyf has agreed to give it shot and has agree to edit others that I will be finishing, as well as some new ones I am currently writing. This one in particular has likely two more parts to it, one for sure - Sorry it's long. No, there are no parts of this that are real or based on any past, present or future experiences, as that would be slightly twisted. By way of an excuse please be reminded that; Oedipus has been around for a long time and I am not the first to write about it (But if it helps you this can all be put down as being the product of a sick and demented mind and we can leave it at that). Again I write PORN, there is nothing genuine or morally right about it. The images are over the top and decidedly unreal, if not cartoonish in nature. There are no consequences to what I write; no bad things are going to happen to the people I write about unless it helps the story. That being said, there is no safe sex as this is not REAL so please do not leave me ten page diatribes on the merits of sexual abstinence, horrors of AIDS, sexual abuse or whatever you may feel you need to tell me to justify that you've read my story and now feel guilty. Lastly the characters in this story are FICTICIOUS so they are NOT real and subsequently are of the age they need to be to make all the legal people happy (Typically that is 18 & UP but if they need to be (Older, than they are - Its fiction). "Did you see it?" My husband asked me again for what seemed like the fiftieth time that evening. All day he seemed in awe of what had occurred this afternoon and had asked me on several occasions to reaffirm to him that he hadn't dreamt the whole thing. The now 'Infamous Pool Incident' had indeed occurred and the impact it had on me and my family was going to be life changing, we just didn't know it at the time. It was Michael's Year End Bash, he threw one every year just before the end of school as a 'Congratulations We Survived' kind of event. It originally started out as just a few close friends in grade nine but with each progressive year, more and more kids were invited. His first party had eight kids, five boys, and three girls. The original plan was for four and four but one girl couldn't make it, which left a spot open for Michael's younger cousin Joel, who was a year behind. Joel was pretty athletic which allowed him to keep up with the boys but he was rather immature, a trait that only became more pronounced as he aged. This most recent party had been originally planned for twelve guests but soon blossomed into sixteen. Then a week before the party was to happen, Michael came to me and asked if there could be a few more kids added. Knowing this likely his last party as he and his classmates were graduating "Sure baby, as many as you want. It's likely your last hurrah," I said jokingly. Well, a few more soon became twenty, and twenty quickly became thirty-two, thirty-three if you included Michael's cousin Joel, who always seemed to get himself invited. So with a guest list as long as your arm, and a week to go we kicked into high gear and put the party together. I had some help from Michael and his father but that was limited as his dad was working long hours and Michael was in school. Needless to say the whole thing came together well and there was plenty of food, snacks, and music to go around, along with some ever present but not overbearing adult supervision. So everyone was mingling well and the kids were getting along fine when Joel broke out the water pistols, or should I say cannons, that I'd hidden away in the pool shed. Needless to say they were soon filled with icy cold water, thanks to Joel and he was making every effort to spray the more well endowed girls directly in the front of whatever flimsy excuse for a shirt they were wearing. Now some of the smarter girls were wearing their bathing suits underneath their shirts, while others weren't, you get the picture. At that point it was time for the adult supervision to kick in and I asked Michael to help me bring his cousin in line. Joel like his father has difficulty taking direction from women so some male support on my side was appreciated. Roger had just got back from running an errand, so as I went to enlist him into our cause, Michael stepped up his assault on Joel's mayhem by threatening to drown him in the pool if he didn't settle. Well of course Joel pushed the point and amazingly Michael got a hold of him, even though Joel is somewhat stockier than Michael and as quick as you please, Joel was sent head long into the pool. Everyone of course cheered jubilantly and I had thought all was said and done. Roger had arrived and cautioned both boys to put an end to it and that seemed to have taken care of things or at least I thought it did. I had even taken the time to confront Joel and let him know enough was enough and if he kept it up he'd soon be going. Well apparently being admonished by his aunt wasn't a strong enough message or maybe it was too much because things were about to go south quickly. Joel, does not like to be put in his place by anyone, let alone a female so later he took advantage of a quiet moment in the party when people were talking to run up behind his cousin and pants him in front of everyone. For a full minute you could have heard a pin drop. My son was naked from the waist down and his extraordinary equipment was on display for one and all to see. There were some 'Ooohs' and a few 'Ahhs,' a couple of 'Oh my gods,' one 'Holy fuck,' more than one chuckle and a definite 'I'm going to fucking kill you' from my son. Joel ran for his life and left the party quickly, running all the way home forgetting his parent's car in the process. I received a call from his mom, Judy shortly thereafter asking if it was safe to have him pick up the car or should she come and get it herself. For the sake of the family I said I'd bring it to them and Roger would follow behind me to bring me back home. This brings us back to the moment at hand; my husband and I are getting ready for bed. Roger was already in bed wearing the bottoms of his pyjamas and I had just come out of the bathroom wearing the top. We often went to bed that way, and had done so since the early days of our marriage, he had found it sexy from the time of our honeymoon and it just seemed to have stuck. It was now this ritual we never let go of, the only change was if I was having my period, then I wore panties, but typically I wore just the top. What few nighties I did have were of the more risqué type, that were meant to entice, although I think I looked rather enticing as it was in a pyjama top. Generally when I shopped for bedclothes, I bought large men's pyjamas, long sleeved and that was it, that's what we wore to bed. So here we were getting ready for bed. I had just come out of the shower, dried my self off, wrapped a towel around my head like a turban and was putting on my top, doing up the buttons. My husband sitting in bed waiting for me, obsessing, he couldn't seem to let go of what he and I and everyone else saw during the party; my son naked from the waist down, fully exposed and on display sporting a rather large, possibly extraordinarily large, although flaccid penis. Although the incident probably happened in less than a minute from beginning to end it did seem much longer. The global pause of the crowd seemed embarrassingly long and the moment felt like it had held still in time. "God he's hung!" My husband continued. The excitement in his voice was almost palatable; he was exuding an intense curiosity about what we had all witnessed, a morbid fascination if you will. Not too dissimilar from driving by a car wreck, you don't want to look but you just have too. "Yes baby I know," I replied in answer my voice trying to downplay my husband's enthusiasm. I thought if I could just normalize the incident we could just move past it, without any undo harm. But even in my thinking I was referring to today's event as 'The Incident' the harm had already occurred and I just didn't know it yet. "Did you see it?" He repeated sounding as though he would be more fascinated with context of my answer than my simple acknowledgement of the fact. My husband seemed to be attempting to judge the impact this was having on me, it was apparent that it had, had an impact on him. At the time I didn't think the impact to me was as far great as it was to him, I was soon to find out differently. "How could I not babe?" Again my voice was calm and matter-of-fact. "We all saw it!" I said as I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Roger didn't really appear to be looking at me as he spoke. He was in some far off place, recounting the events of the day over and over again. "But did you really get a look at it?" He asked once again. "Yes baby I did," Was my response. It was simple and to the point, I find when he gets like this it's the best way to deal with him. No emphasis on tone or phrasing, just straight and to the point. Any build up in my voice one way or the other would simply cause him to further react. "I mean, my god did you really see it!" His emphasis on the word 'IT' was undeniable. He was clearly becoming obsessed with what had happened this afternoon at the pool party. He was in awe of his son's apparent size and quite frankly without being too overly dramatic, it was big. "Yes baby I saw it," I said still trying to down play the issue and just normalize the situation I crawled into bed beside him, I was fussing with my earrings and was taking them out to put them by my night-stand. Seeing that I was having difficulty, he came up behind me and began to take them out for me, first the left and than the right. This was sort of a manipulation on my part, as this little ritual was usually an indication that we were going to have sex. I had thought if I could get him focused on something else, we could end this conversation and go to bed, but to no avail. "It was big wasn't it," He asked really not expecting an answer that would be contrary to his observation. Hell, there really was no way to rebuke what we had seen, what everyone had seen for that matter. "Yes baby it was big," I confirmed again, reassuring him once more that he was right, it was big my son, our son was rather hung. I turned to face him, taking my hair out of the towel and letting it fall to the floor. He always loved this look on me, fresh from the shower, hair looking wet and sexy. I pulled my pyjama top down, causing the material to pull firmly against my breast, exposing my ample cleavage as a means to entice him away from this topic. My nipples began to poke out hard against the material indicating my arousal. "My god and it wasn't even hard!" He said has he lay back, nestling his head into the pillow while staring straight up at the ceiling. I couldn't believe that he was ignoring my cues and staying singularly focused on this one issue. I was going to have to be more direct and actually initiate the first move. "No baby our son got pants in front of all his friends and he wasn't sporting an erection," My god the man was a moron. How is getting pants'd in front of your friends a turn on for most teenage boys. "Do you think he's a virgin?" Asked my husband innocently. "I don't know Roger why don't you ask him!" Now I was getting annoyed. But it was clear that my tone wasn't registering, as this conversation didn't appear to have an end to it. Roger was becoming more obsessed. He'd always had a weird fascination with larger than normal penises, well that is to say when we watched porn together, it always featured the more well endowed actors vs. those that might be consider more normal in their... size. "My god I wonder how often he gets laid?" Continued my husband. "Roger Kemp that is enough!" I replied feeling a little frazzled by this discussion. "You are talking about Michael, our son," I said finally trying to bring an end to this topic. For a second Roger appeared to have halted the discussion and he turned onto his side, blinked his eyes and looked at me seriously and said, "I know he's our son but my god the boy is hung like a porn star, better even. Think about it Kate, with a dick like that he must be a legend and he's only eighteen!" I just stared blankly at him as he continued, "God what girl wouldn't want a piece of that?" This was a trap that I didn't see it coming. Later when I looked back on it I would realize that this was the very moment things began to change, but at the time my motherly instincts took over and I became protective. "Look Roger, Michael is just a boy and yes he is a boy with a rather large... penis, but he is still a boy," "Girls his age are simply that, girls. They don't know what they want, they don't have experience and a boy with a rather large... penis, is not what you at the age of forty-two think it is," I continued down this vein trying to set my husband straight. I was hoping he'd join me on a path that might be more conducive to supporting our son, rather than overly glamorizing his 'Equipment', "most girls Michael's age have had limited encounters with boys and something that... size, it's kind of intimidating on your first attempt," "Michael may not have actually encountered someone brave enough to attempt such a feat without having had more experience or at the very least multiple partners," I continued. To think that a young girls Michael's age would be willing to have something like that shoved inside her was a bit naïve on my dear husband's part. Roger remained quiet as I spoke and allowed me to go on. Had I known it was all part of his twisted little plan I probably wouldn't have preceded as I did. Well they say hindsight is always 20/20 and without its benefit, I continued down this path blinded to what lay ahead of me. "Besides," I went on, "Just because you have the best equipment in the game doesn't mean you know how to use it or, that you're the best player," Of course my husband wasn't going to leave it there. He was too caught up in his single minded pursuit, getting side tracked as most men do, becoming fixated with one angle of discussion, sex. "Is that the voice of experience speaking?" He asked a sly smile across his face. "How did this conversation become about me?" I questioned. I was becoming more than a little frustrated and my blood was beginning to boil, "We were talking about Michael." "Yes I know but you seem to have answers I haven't considered, so I was wondering from whence this information came? Knowledge gathered through observation? Personal experience? Or are you just guessing?" God I hated when he waxed philosophical. As much as I loved my husband he could be an arrogant Son-of-Bitch when he wanted to be and this was proving to be no different. "Look all I'm saying is that he does have the equipment you might think everyone wants," I looked at him knowing he wasn't able to get beyond the visual he'd seen this morning,"But without the right kind of practice, it maybe more of a curse than you'd like to think," "A curse, really. Are you sure?" Again that sly smile on his face appeared. "Yes of course I'm sure. That's a rather large... a... weapon, he has between his legs," I reiterated what we both knew, "And I doubt there are any girls his age with the experience needed to handle something like that, let alone teach him how to use it and use it well. Quite frankly that takes a woman not a girl," "And you don't think he's tried to use that thing on any of the girls that seem to clamour around him all the time; Becky, Cindy, Kay lee, Rachel," He listed just a small number of the girls that Michael had either dated or been close to over his high school life, "With not one of those girls has had the pleasure of that tool?" My husband was right. One of those girls had to have at least sampled some of my son's length, whether fully or half-heartedly. My own heart ached for him, recalling his embarrassment this afternoon when all had been revealed. What if, I couldn't help but worry, he had experiences that weren't as flattering to his ego as you might think. What if his size made him more of a freak, than a god among men or more to the point boys? Boys who had no clear idea what a cock like that could do to or for a woman, if employed correctly. Not all women mind you, but enough of us that either secretly fantasized about larger men or have had the pleasure of experiencing them. Especially if the men knew how to use, oh the sexual doors they could open that others couldn't. "Well they may have tried it, but I don't believe for an instant they'd have been able to help him master it," I said emphatically. I was beginning to feel a mixture of things that ranged from custodial and protective, right through to possessive and jealous, almost covetous, "That would take someone with far more experience than any of those girls have." "Really, so we're talking a woman vs. a girl than?" My husband was being smug and it was having the effect he knew it would, the manipulative bastard. "Well I would think so..." and before I finished my sentence I knew he'd played me. "Fine I'll hook him up with an escort for a graduation present and he'll get the practice he needs,"He smiled and reached for his cell phone, "Jamie will know just who to call." "You'll do nothing of the sort! No sleaze bag whore is going to get within a mile of my son!" Jamie was my husbands younger brother, Joel's dad and I had no doubt he'd know just exactly who to call. "Well I wasn't thinking a mile but from what I saw this afternoon it look to be around ten maybe twelve inches, What do you think?" the smile on my husbands face was devious and broad. "I think you're goading me, is what I think," I replied knowing full well he'd got me roused and he'd done it on purpose. We had some of our best sex when I was in this state and he knew it. In fact I was betting he was counting on it. "Well it was fucking huge wasn't it," he said with a smile. Moving in closer to me, closing the distance between our bodies, I could feel the heat coming off him and knew where this was headed. Roger had a few tells when it came to sex and this was one of them. "Yes it was," I affirmed. "It was fucking huge," And thick, I thought to myself, nice and thick, oh my god was it thick. It didn't occur to me until later but I began to swear, which is one of my 'tells' when it came to wanting sex and Roger knew that one well. Suddenly I was horny, hornier than I had been in a long time. There is something unique about my frustration level, and me sometimes when I get frustrated I get horny. So given the futility of the discussion I'd been having with my husband I was definitely frustrated and therefore aroused. And this arousal brought on by my husband's incessant obsession with the size of my sons cock had me raging with a frustration I couldn't pinpoint. Before I knew what was happening he had his hand behind my head and brought me in for a kiss. He held my head tightly; making sure the kiss was tight and passionate. Our mouths sought each other as if trying to chew and consume the other. My tongue searched out his, as I suck and bit his lips. Soon both my hands held his face close to mine and I couldn't get enough of his taste and smell but I wanted more. The kiss continued and progressed as Roger leaned back into the bed against his pillows. I moved forward with him, straddling his legs, not wanting our mouths to part. And You Thought This Would Be Easy I needed him, wanted him, and craved him. I pressed my forehead to his, my eyes half lidded and took the opportunity to breathe and get my bearings. Breathing deeply through my mouth, my firm breast rising and falling with the intake of air, I could feel my nipples hardening like diamonds, pointing proudly on my full firm breasts. My cleavage fully exposed with tiny beads of sweat beginning to form, Roger leaned forward and kissed my neck. His hands pulling open my pyjama shirt as he began to suck his way down to first my right and then my left nipple. He sucked and bit them, driving crazy as only he can. Over the years he has become very proficient at using the sensitivity of my nipples to get me to acquiesce to his sexual desires. So he began to work his way back up my neck to my mouth, while twisting my nipples between his fingers. This always drives me crazy and quickly leads to me demonstrating my love for him in overly amorous ways. Looking down through my half lidded eyes, I saw his cock poking through his pyjamas. It was firm and hard and looked as though it ached to be touched, held, licked and sucked. I reached for it and found the head wet and slippery with his pre-cum. "Arrgh, fuck," he moaned as my hand encompassed his erection. I held it firmly and began to stroke his length. It was thick and hard and pulsed in my hand. It is amazing to me how something like a cock can feel both hard as steel and velvety soft at the same time. The head was wet and slick with pre-cum, I ran my thumb across the tip, and over the slit where I knew it would be the most sensitive. Around and around my thumb went in tiny circles, driving him crazy with desire. Ever so gently I used the nail of my thumb to slightly rack tiny scratches across the tip, playing with the slit that would readily expel it's precious load from his ever tightening balls. My husband's hips began to involuntarily pump. "God I want you," I groaned as I stroked him. His right hand went between my legs and found my split. I was soaked and I could smell my scent as it began to fill the room. Soon the entire room would smell like sex. God I loved that smell, so raw and intimate, nothing else smells like that and there is no way to dismiss it as anything but what it is. So many times had I smelt that smell on my girlfriends after lunch. Some had met their husbands while others hadn't. That smell so sexy and gorgeous is a dead give away signalling an afternoon of passion. "My god you're wet baby," Roger groaned as he continued to press the folds of my sex, finding both my hot slick opening and the hard nub that is my clit, poking out from under its protective hood. Then he found my clit ring, which he dutifully began to flick back and forth. The stimulation was amazing and I knew I'd be cumming soon. Getting that clit ring was the best thing I had ever done. On a whim we had gone into a tattoo shop while holidaying in Vegas (What happens in Vegas...). I had always wanted a Tramp Stamp, this was before everyone had one, and we were looking through the books at the different things other people had gotten done, when we came across a book with piercings. Seeing all the different types made be extraordinarily horny and soon I was engaged in a conversation with one of the girls behind the counter (that is a story for another time). Well given her experience and her promise of heighten states of arousal, I picked out the very things she had done. I got the works, Tramp Stamp, Nipple Piercings, and Clit Ring. The people in the shop thought I was crazy and tried to caution me but the girl behind the counter looked so sexy with her additions, I couldn't not do the same. Although the initial maintenance was a bit hard and I was sore, (let me tell you nipples are tough). So yes I was more than a little tender, well more like sensitive afterwards, but I had no regrets and Christ that clit ring drove me crazy. There would be occasions I would find myself standing in the grocery isle horny as fuck, because the little bead on that ring had been wrecking havoc on my clit. I'm telling you, I've had morning than one orgasm standing in the check out isle. "Fuck I love this piercing," Roger groaned, as I squeezed his cock tighter to show my appreciation of his probing fingers. His cock was becoming slick with his own pre-cum. "I know you do baby, I know you do," I hissed as he continued to play with my soaking maw. I teasingly looked at him eyes lidded, "That's not all you love, is it?" "No baby I love this hot wet pussy that's attached to it too and those firm fucking breasts, as well as that hot nasty mouth of yours," He continued as he drove two fingers deep into my channel. I humped his had like it was a beautiful hard cock. Writhing back and forth on his palm, dying to get more of him inside me, "Where are your nipple rings?" "In my jewellery box?" I said questioningly. I sometimes don't wear my nipple rings, as was the case today, I didn't think having my nipples popping out I front of all of Michael's friends would have been too appropriate. My inner slut on the other hand, won't ever let me take out that hood piercing, that metal bar travels so beautifully along the length of my clit and so expertly increases my arousal, it's a wonder people can't smell my pussy wherever I go; who knows maybe they do? "Get them!" He commanded and I dutifully responded. I was going to be his full-blown slut tonight and he knew it. My clit ring, my nipple rings all being stimulated, fuck! I immediately got up off the bed and went to my dresser. Opening my jewellery box I found the little box I keep them in, I have three pairs, two sets of hoops and one barbel set. I took off my pyjama top, letting it fall to the floor. Roger was watching me in the mirror. My back to him he starred at my ass, hips, and narrow waist, the deep tan of my skin and no tan lines. He looked at me in the mirror as I pinched my nipple and began to insert the nipple rings. God he loves to watch me do this, as it is usually a precursor to very hot, very rough sex. I put on the black onyx hoops that draw attention to my nice soft brown nipples and make them stand out even more than they already do, he loves this pair and likes to pull hard on them on the rare times I wear them They are so noticeable through my clothing that when I do wear them he knows it's and indication I want sex. They are a little heavier and the gage is thicker, so I certainly notice them more especially when I'm horny. Well let's just say I like to fuck as it is, and being decked out like this makes me want to fuck even more. I returned to the bed and centred myself over my husband. I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my wetness. My cunt was dripping and our bed would be soaked in the morning. Leaning forward I took his cock in my hand again and began to stroke him firmly, deliberately squeezing him hard enough to make him moan, as my grip was tight to the point of causing him pain. I wanted fucking. "God baby I need you," My hips were moving back and forth, grinding on his hand, simulating what I had fully intended to be doing to his cock. "You need me or do you need a big fucking cock?" he smirked as he spoke, inserting his fingers deeper inside me, finding my G-spot. If he wasn't careful I would be squirting all over him in a minute. "Both!" I exclaimed knowing full well where he was trying to lead me,"What is it you like about this nasty mouth of mine, the things I say or the things I do?" "Both," he replied in kind. When we got going like this, we are both so nasty, and say things that push our boundaries. We get so noisy it's a wonder the neighbours don't complain. Maybe they don't because they like the auditory show, who knows? "You're making me horny baby. So horny," I panted as I brought my mouth to his and kissed him deeply. God he was a good kisser. His tongue danced in my mouth hungrily, exploring me, just as I did him. Our mouths devouring each other as we sucked bit and chewed each other's lips. It so desperately reminded me of just how well my husband could eat pussy. He was a great fuck, there was no getting around that, his cock could work magic, but that tongue of his was possessed. I sucked his tongue like it was a little cock, showing him how desperate I was for him and just how incredibly horny I had become. "I need you to fuck me babe," I pleaded, looking him in the eyes as both my hands now held his head, forcing him to focus on my face. He looked at me squarely and said, "You need to finish sucking my cock," His left hand came up to the back of my head and began to push it down towards his groin. I gave him only modest resistance as his ever-hard cock came into view. Opening my mouth to accept the head of his cock and greedily suck his shaft deeper into my throat, groaning with pleasure as I took him. My tongue lathered his length; if I could I would saw lo him whole. "That's it suck my cock baby," he encouraged, his balls tightened and his shaft flexed in my throat. "Suck my cock while you think of that nice big cock between your son's legs," He was pushing me hard, testing my limits and I was getting so horny, I was sure I would cum at any the moment. His barrage of dirty talk was unrelenting and I loved everything I was hearing. "Take it all the way to the back of your throat," He groaned as I engulfed him completely, "I bet no one has ever been able to do that for him?" "I bet he's never been able to have one of those girls suck his cock completely, not like his mother does!" He was pushing me more and more; driving us to an abyss I wasn't sure we were ready for,"I bet he's never really buried himself completely in a woman before?" "You've had big cocks before haven't you babe?" Yes I'd had big cocks before. He knew that. When we were younger he'd made me fuck three of his friends. He then slutted me out at a party, when we were both drunk and stoned, it had been a long time ago and we were very young. We almost didn't come back from that one, mostly because I think he slipped me something during that party but I think we pushed the boundaries of our sex life a little farther than either of us was ready to deal with at the time. We don't talk about that experience too often, it was very intense. I'm just thankful this was before the days of posting all your exploits on the Internet, god I'd never live that down. To this day I can't remember how many people I fucked that night, but I was covered in love bites and cum the next day. Some of the hickeys took weeks to heal. Some one had bit my pussy, my whole pussy. I had teeth marks. Roger had an erection all week, and wanted to fuck me every minute of the day. I felt like I had cum leaking out of my ass and pussy for days. I didn't fuck him again for three weeks and went to the clinic for six months afterwards, just to make sure I didn't contract anything. I think the nurses there had thought I was a college prostitute. "You've been able to suck them deeply and take them into your throat haven't you?" My husband taunted. Oh yes he knew about my chequered past and at times like this, he loved to flaunt it. He loved to rub my experimentation in my face, hell it was our experimenting together but the way he talked you'd think it was all me. "Why you've had more than one cock at a time haven't you babe?" I groaned loudly when he revisited that particular moment in our lives, god we were young and foolish. The first time with his friends I had actually enjoyed it. Truth be told I enjoyed it all three times it happened and honestly I knew he was jealous that none of them had ever included him. He had been in the room when they were happening and was getting laid by some other college tightly at the time but he had never been one of my partners. "That's it take my cock and show me what a beautiful cocksucker you are," he demanded and I responded with a practiced affinity he knew all too well. "All the way you nasty bitch!" Roger reached over my back and cupped my ass, his hand tracing the curve of my spine as it lead to my firm ass. I am proud of my ass. It is firm and round, each cheek it's own separate globe with a beautifully defined crack. His fingers came to the parting of my cheeks as he sought my delicate rosebud. Sliding further he reached the crevasse that was my sopping cunt. "Fuck you're so fucking wet!" He acknowledged what I already was well aware of, I was thoroughly soaked. My crotch and thighs glistened with my own juices and the sheet below me was quickly becoming a lake dedicated to the burning desire of my aching pussy. Again I groaned loudly as his index finger slid into my fold, "Aaarrrghhh...!" I pulled my head from his gorgeous cock, "More... Slide more in me... Ohhhh, Fuck!!" "Look how wet you are, thinking about that big cock while you suck on your husband's?" he goaded me continually as my arousal soared to ever continuing heights. "You're such a nasty little bitch aren't you?" He continued, his fingers were making squelching noises as they thoroughly abused my gash, "You going to make me cum down your throat, bitch?" "You going to take my cum and show me what a nasty bitch you are?" Roger loved it when I gave him head. He said it was one on the most erotic things he'd ever witnessed, "Oh god yes that's it use your tongue," "Burry my dick all the way to the back of you throat!" I took him as deeply as I could. Taking a cock down my throat has always been so fucking nasty to me. It gives me a true slutty feeling. It is one of the most emotionally intense experiences I can share with my lover. It opens me up emotionally on such a deep wanton level, which often leads to some of the nastiest sex I've had. "God you such a wanton slut. I should pimp you out bitch?" Roger was definitely pushing it now, "You'd like that wouldn't you if I pimped you out?" For some reason instead of being shocked and appalled by what he was saying, I was elated. I wanted to hear him say more, debase me more, not be cruel, but definitely push my whore button. "Yeah that's it you're such a nasty bitch," I was deep throating his cock now. Taking him fully into my throat, so much so my tongue was actually licking his balls as my nose pressed against his groin. "Oh god baby take my cock!" "Yes make me cum and then I'll pimp you out babe," he said nearing his climax. "Take my cum and I'll pimp you out to that big nasty cock down the hall," Roger had no idea what he was saying. If he came at that very moment all of this talk would stop. Men will say the craziest things when they've got a killer erection between their legs. "You know you want it," For a split second I almost took his cock out of my mouth and gave him the answer he so desperately wanted to hear. I was horny and getting hornier and Roger my psychopathic husband wasn't seeming to want to allow me to cum. "You know you want to fuck that big nasty cock, and you don't care who it belongs too do you," He was right I was beginning to become immersed in his incestuous coercion. My lust was being piqued ever higher with no respite in sight. The intense micro orgasms he was giving me were continuously bringing me to the edge without carrying me over. The burning in my clit and the vacancy deep in my cunt was creating an ache in my lower abdomen. I hadn't felt anything like this in years, not since before the children were born when the desire to have them outweighed all reason. I somehow felt incomplete and needed some intangible thing to again make me whole. My husband was making me insane and insatiable all at the same time. "That's it!" He pumped his hand in and out of me, "Turn our son into a true mother-fucker," "Shut up and fuck me you bastard and make me cum or I'm going to fuck more cock than you care to think about!" I scolded him in my passion. He had no idea what he was about to unleash. This was no longer playing and teasing; this was becoming all too serious. I was considering doing the things he was implying. I was going to transgress boundaries that should never be considered. Thoughts were running through my head that were beyond what he was devilishly alluding too. I was willingly considering going far beyond what my husband was cooking up in his twisted brain. "That's my slut," Roger said as he continued to manipulate my clit. He was very adept at bringing me to the edge and holding me there. I still can't tell you whether I like it or hate it when he does this to me, my body screams for release but my mind knows that the build up will make the whole experience more intense. "You want that big cock don't you? You want that hard fucking thing sawing in and out of you, don't you? Answer me bitch!" "Push your luck fucker, push your luck and just see what I do," I threatened trying to gain some semblance of control, but he and I both knew I was lost to my lust. I can't imagine that Roger had any idea what doors he was opening. Doors that should never be opened, sometimes women do have bonds with their sons that are different than those of their daughters, different and more immersed in other darker things than any of us want to consider. "How much longer can you ride the edge before your need to cum outweighs your better judgement?" Roger was taking us to that slippery slope and I wasn't fully sure I could keep us away from it. "Roger you need to let me cum baby," I pleaded with him. I placed my forehead to his and looked deeply in his eyes. I knew if he let me cum, if he gave me that intense orgasm my body was so desperately craving we could get past this moment and would look back and laugh at how crazy we became. I would be able to convince him it was merely role-play and nothing more. "You can't leave me like this Roger, you can't make me this vulnerable baby, it's not fair," There were tears in my eyes as I spoke. The series of micro orgasms seemed to be connecting into one long burning charge of energy. This was rather like the quick and sharp inhales that come before you sneeze, but with no sneeze was in sight. "Look how wet you are baby girl!" He was grinning from ear to ear. He had no idea how far I was, how close to gone I was. The urgency I was feeling was immense and over powering. It was driving me to considering things I wouldn't even dare to consider. I was in heat. As primal and vulgar as that may sound, my body, my mind, my whole being wanted sex, wanted to fuck and be fucked and at that particular moment it wasn't too choosy. "God you need a cock inside you don't you?" Our eyes were locked on each other. Wordlessly I was trying to convey the depth of emotion I was feeling. I could not articulate what was happening inside my body. I needed release. I was on the verge of a passion that was becoming embroiled in desperation and anger. "You need a big nasty cock sliding inside you, stretching that beautiful tight pussy of yours don't you?" He was pushing me. He was fingering my clit and sliding his fingers in and out of me, spreading my juices all over my groin. The smell of my cunt flooded the room. I was an enraged woman seeking the solace of a man and he was playing games. Gone are the days of the caveman and here are the days of the Goddess Warrior. I will take what I want and not wait for a man to laden me with shame and misery. I will claim what is mine. I will fuck. I will fuck whom I want, when I want and how I want. I will fuck. "You know I do baby. You know I need to feel more than just your fingers. You have to fuck me baby, you have too," I was reaching out to him, giving him the last desperate hints of where I was emotionally. I was pleading with him to take me,To take the woman before him and revel in the sexual bliss I was capable of giving him. "I do baby?" he questioned. He was still playing games, trying to manipulate me in some perverse power play that made him feel dominant. And You Thought This Would Be Easy "I have to fuck you," I said. I was sincere in that moment. I had to fuck him. I knew if we didn't consummate this act now, we would change the nature of our relationship irrevocably. "Are you sure baby? You sure it has to be me fucking you?" Again with the games, the power he thought he had. This was no longer a game, a role-play between lovers. I was gone. I was considering breaking a significant taboo and there was no coming back from that. God my husband was such a fool. "You're so hot right now. Why I bet any really nice big cock would do, don't you?" "Roger stop it!" I said, "You, we can't go there," "Go where baby?" He smiled as he spoke, "Where can't we go?" Roger continued to manipulate my body, expertly stimulating me, as only he knew how. My ecstasy was driving me crazy, each plateau higher than the next. We kissed and sucked each other's mouths, necks, and torsos. Just when I thought my frustration would take the better part of my experience, incurring my anger rather than my lust, Roger would concentrate on another part of me pushing my sexual heat forward. "I don't understand, is there some place we can't take our love?" "Roger, that's not fair, don't do this to me," I was a mess. He continued to touch me and caress me as he spoke, each moment heightening my arousal, "I know where you want me to go and we can't go there baby, we can't take it that far," "Far baby?" His arrogance was becoming obnoxious, "How far?" "Oh god Roger, please you keep bringing me to the edge and pulling back, you know I can't do this for too long, you know what will happen!" He had his index and middle finger of his right hand buried deep inside me as his thumb continued to play with my clit. I couldn't believe how wet I was, how soaked the sheet beneath me had become. It was becoming harder and harder to keep my eyes focused. My breasts sat firm on my chest, rising and falling with my excitement, my nipples harder than they had ever been, erect diamond nubs that ached to be pulled, bitten, twisted, something. I was on my knees before him on the bed, thighs spread wide apart providing him with complete and full access to my core, quivering in this maddening lust. My body covered in perspiration, my hair matted, my mouth open breathing deeply. My cunt screaming at me for release, I ached. "What will happen baby?" Roger looked at me with a feigned seriousness,"Will something happen?" "Oh fuck. Oh Gaaaawwddd!" I screamed grinding my hips on his hand, "Fuck Roger. Fuck you, you bastard!" "What's the matter baby? What's happening?" again he smiled that devilish smile. "Make me cum! Don't stop! Don't hold me there!" I growled. "Why not baby? Why can't I hold you there?" "Because..." I was panting heavily now. Soon I wouldn't be coherent at all. My ability to articulate myself clearly would be compromised and all reasoning and logic would leave me. "Ohhhh Gaaawddd!! Ahhhh, Ffffuuuuccckkkk!! Oh you bastard, you fucking bastard!!" Each phrase came in rapid succession of the other. I reached forward with both hands and grabbed his forearm in a vain attempt to force him to make me cum. My body shook and I began to cry as I felt no release. "What baby? What do you need?" Roger's voice sounded compassionate and caring on the surface but in reality he was far from it. In a moment of lust driven clarity I looked him square in the eyes and spoke in a guttural tone, "I need a cock! I need a cock fucking me!" My voice was forceful and serious, "I need a cock in me fucking. Making me cum!" And just to clarify exactly where I was and how I felt at that particular moment I forcefully said, "I can't take any more of these micro orgasm!" "A cock baby, where are we going to get you a cock?" Roger was smug. He thought he had me. He thought I was a slave to my desire and that he held the key to how it was run. "Yours baby. Please put yours inside me! Fuck me with your cock!" I was giving him this last chance to move away from the precipice. Each time I spoke I made sure to emphasize the word 'Your'. He had no idea what he was asking, no idea where this road he was heading us down was leading. And before he succumbed to P.E.R. (Post Ejaculation Remorse) I was going to move him as far away from it as I could. "Sorry baby you have to finish sucking my cock be for I can do that. You know the rules," His right hand slowed its manipulation of my sex, while his left came up to my neck and began to move my head down. "Don't do this Roger, this is big... Don't go this far," I could feel my heart ache at where we were headed. Roger was pushing me too hard and I was going to lose myself to this level of lust. There was a darker me that wanted to entertain the desire he was alluding to. There was deviously, sickening part of me that ached for and accepted this path, the path I would never return from. "You are my bitch and you will do as I say..." Those words hit as no others had. Just at that moment my will broke and I resigned myself to a fate my husband could not fathom. "Roger, I'm telling you this will backfire. This will go farther than you want. You can't see what you're asking me to do," It was hopeless and I knew even as I spoke those words that there was no turning back. "I'm asking you to suck my cock bitch and then to get fucked by the biggest cock you can find!" "There will be no coming back from that Roger. I will not be the same woman afterwards. Playing is one thing, doing is another," My voice had lost all resistance. If he pushed this it would happen, my commitment to this act would be resolute and complete. "You know the rules..." He repeated once again. "I know the rules Roger and so do you..." My cunt was wet and soaked and he continued to finger my pussy and play with my excited clit, "We have not discussed where this could lead, I told you that I am exposed and open here!" Roger just smiled and laughed as he held me. One hand holding the back of my neck firmly, not allowing me to move away from him, the other had buried in my pussy, continuously bringing closer and closer to my orgasm, only to let off just enough to keep me on the edge. "Yes baby you are open to taking a big cock up your tiny cunt. You will take it and you will like it and you will relish in the thrill of it," Roger spoke with a finality that he did not understand, his lust filled fugue kept him oblivious to the consequences of our next steps. "Fuck you Roger, fuck you!" The last of my resistance fled and I was resolved to his wish, as it had now become mine. "No bitch suck me and then fuck you, " No sooner had he said that then he forcefully pushed my head down on his cock. Like the whore he wanted me to be I open my mouth and took it. I immediately dove down on his cock and took him deeply into my mouth and then down my throat. I swallowed his cock completely to the base; I was now the mother whore we both wanted. "Oh god you're good," he moaned freely, "So fucking good!" "That's it slut take my cock, take my cum and suck me like the whore you are!" With every fibre of my being I complied with his expectations. I took his cock deeply, covering it with my saliva making it glisten and shine. "Is that what you want baby, you want a whore for a wife," I asked as I pulled my mouth from his cock. I was gasping for breath and sucking back my own spit mixed with copious amounts of my husband's pre-cum. "You want a slut in your bedroom!" I stared at him directly, my eyes firmly locked on his, awaiting confirmation. "A nasty fucking cunt who doesn't care who or what she fucks," I added. "Yes that it, that what I want. A bitch! My bitch!" "Careful babe you push me too far and there will be no coming back from this," The warning was soft and non-compelling. "Oh bitch! you have no idea what I want," "Well why don't you lie back and I'll give you what you're asking for and more," Now the devious smile was upon my face and without him realizing it the tables had turned. "Oh god baby spread out before me, just like that, you are such a sexy man," Roger lay back on the bed getting comfortable as he waited for my compliance Positioning himself in the middle of the bed he rested his head on his pillow, "Move down a little lower," "Baby look at your cock its so hard for me," I began to stroke his thick shaft, grasping it firmly, squeezing it just the way I know he loves. My thumb ran across the head of his cock, as I came to the tip, smearing his pre-cum over his sensitive gland. "Baby I need to get the lube out of the drawer," I told him. "God yes please," purred my husband. Leaving him briefly on the bed I went to the top drawer in my husband's dresser. We used it to house all of our kinky little pass times, our lubes, toys, and other various sundries that we had accumulated over the years. In my right hand I held the lube and in my left, which I kept behind my back, I held my salvation. Crossing over to the bed I straddled him, my head facing away from his as though we were going to sixty-nine with me on top. Sitting upright on his chest I pushed him back and placed my legs on either side of him, my shins and ankles pressing down on his arms. Leaning forward I place the bottle of lube between his legs and begin to stroke his hard cock. "What else do you have there?" he asked, taking note of the weight of the items placed between his legs. Sitting up so that I partially impaired his view I poured some lube into my hand and over the head of his cock. "Christ, that's cold!" he exclaimed. I quickly took his thick cock in my hand and began to stroke his length. Using both hands I continued to stroke his shaft making it slick and shiny. My fingers and hands travelled down his length and over his tight scrotal sac that housed the cum, that was boiling and aching for release. Holding them in my palms, feeling their weight, I bent forward and licked his shaft from root to tip. This exposed my severely wet pussy to my husband. "God you're so wet. Your cunt is glistening," "You've got me hornier than I've ever been!" "You're such a slut," "You'll soon see," With that said I quickly leaned back bringing my sodden pussy to my husband's hot awaiting mouth. As I did I brought with me my salvation. A number of years ago Roger had gotten into a mild SM&BD phase and he purchased two sets of regulation police handcuffs. With both of these in my hands I sat comfortably atop his face smothering him with my sex. As planned he was doing what he always did when we adopted this position, he was holding onto the rails of the headboard. Men are nothing if not predictable. In one swift motion I cuffed first his right and than his left had to the headboard of our bed. Sitting back upright I held myself in place enjoying the squirming sensation of my husband's slightly panic motions. He continued to struggle briefly but soon resigned himself to the task of eating my already sensitive pussy. It was however too late as I had other plans set for what would soon become of my delicate flower. I stood up and walked to the door grabbing my Terri-cloth Housecoat hanging there. I put it on and removed the belt around the waist. Making a loop in the one end I secured it around Roger's right ankle and then firmly fastened the other end to the foot board. Returning to the door I found Roger's matching housecoat and took the belt from it securing his left leg, all this among various complaints and egregious protests. "What the fuck are you doing???" Roger exclaimed, his alarm quiet evident in his tone. "Just a sec I'm not quite done," I said as I returned to the infamous top drawer. Reaching inside, I grabbed one of my favourite devices from back in our B&D days, my husband's cock ring, "Here this will keep you nice and ready should I decide to return," I turned and the opened the door. "Where are you going?" The urgency in Roger's voice was plainly evident. "I'm going down the hall to fuck our son; you know the one with the really big dick," I said. The liberation those words brought at that very moment was unreal. I couldn't believe how committed I was at that very moment to something that earlier had both frightened and appalled me. But now this electric charge coursed through my body and I was enthralled at the very thought of what I was about to do. "Oh my god!" Roger said his voice had the quality of quiet resignation that you very rarely hear in someone of his stature. He had thought he was in charge of me, in charge of what happened to me sexually inside our marriage. Now he was finding out that it was merely a façade, a pretext of what was only allowed on the surface but not deep in my core, my being. "Well that's what you wanted isn't it?" I said, my tone forceful and steadfast. "It certainly seems to be what your hard cock wanted," His cock was still erect, not that the cock ring allowed it to soften any time soon, which indicated his extreme arousal. We had talked of these types of fantasies before. Fantasies that involved multiple partners, of me being shared or passed around, treated like a slut and whored out to nameless others. But now, this time it was different. I was not a hapless victim of the more powerful man in my life. No this time I was completely in charge and the choices were mine as was the path before me. I was not thrust upon it, I was choosing it. Choosing it in spite of my husband, in spite of what other might think or say, I was making this choice because I wanted it, needed it, craved it. "You better hope he has condoms in his room," I smiled as I spoke. "Why?" "Well because I don't and ever since your vasectomy I've not had to think about birth control," "Oh my god you're going to let him cum in you?" "Well I'm certainly not going to stop him if that's what he wants to do," "Oh, fuck!" "Oh fuck is right, are you ready for this?" I left the door open as I walked down the hall. I would not be hiding anything from my husband. No, he would hear everything that happened down the hall, as it happened. I would likely not be hiding anything from anyone; it's hard to hide the swell of a pregnant belly or the beaming smile of an impending expectant father.