5 comments/ 68017 views/ 42 favorites Pauline's Cravings By: ronnie11 "I can't hold it any longer," I hear the tortured moan echoing in my ears as my mouth instinctively tightens its grip around the swollen knob that's beginning to spew its delectable nectar down my throat. It's just been too long since my taste buds have feasted on such a scrumptious treat, and as my gorgeous teenage son's once forbidden organ continues to spasm with each new shot of the salty cocktail that I've craved for so long now, the complete lack of guilt I'm feeling for doing something so many would find abominable is just pushing me even further towards becoming the slut that every young boy dreams about as they tug themselves again and again imagining it's their own mother's mouth going down on them. I guess it's just a not so well kept secret that everyone knows about too, and yet, it's a subject so taboo that I doubt few will ever even acknowledge its very existence. But it's far too late for me to worry about such niceties now as my hand continues to milk the one creature that both God and man think should be immune from my beguiling charms, and even though I'm the one who has been relentlessly perused for almost 2 years now, the fact that's it's my mouth and tongue that are pleasuring this insatiable beast just makes me ultimately be seen as the aggressor. But who really cares about that now, and as my ears can only focus on the soft moans of utter bliss because of what I'm doing to this long thick organ, the thought of actually having it sliding in and out of me has already gained acceptance from both my intellectual and physical sides as well. "OH God," I hear the gasp as I suddenly find myself sucking on this beautiful gift that Mother Nature has provided for all her daughters in a way that no doubt even has her blushing with embarrassment. It's as though I don't have any control over what my mouth and tongue are doing now, and just like all the girls in the sex videos on his computer do to all those helpless young boys who finally succumb to the demand that they surrender their salty nectar to one of those nymph's sultry holes, the strain I'm putting on this dick goes way beyond anything that will ever be captured on video. Then again, I doubt this is the first time a mouth has milked this serpent of all its venom, and the thought of all those young girls back at school who have probably been on their knees just like I am now is driving me to give him something that he'll want to keep coming back for more. I guess it would have been naïve on my part to think that this swollen organ has not sought out relief from the ravages those teenage hormones have inflicted upon it, and yet, here he is with his dick in my mouth finally getting what he's been chasing for what seems like eons now. I suppose I could have squashed all of this long before it got this far out of control, but the allure of allowing him free reign was just so intriguing with how his ever so subtle hints in the beginning were luring me towards doing the unthinkable. The truth is every teenage son looks at his mother as a possible source of carnal pleasure, and even though our maternal instincts are supposed to keep us from becoming susceptible to such seduction, for a sexually starved widow like me it was just too much for God to ask of me. "I can't believe what you just did to me," the words finally reach my ears as I continue to shamelessly lick the last of his cream off his still rock hard prick. You're the one who drove me to do this to you, and if you truly are shocked because I just couldn't take the torture any longer, then don't you dare blame me for finally caving in and giving you what you've wanted from me for so long now. But the look on his face isn't that of a child disappointed with finding out his mother has just committed an unspeakable act upon him, if anything, it's one that says my mouth and lips are just going to be the first to taste his briny seed injected inside me, and truthfully, I can't wait for that to happen too. "I bet you won't get that from the girls back at school," is all I say as I stand up and act as though doing what I just did was a right every nineteen year old son should expect from his mother. * "Is that really you," I ask the image in the mirror as though there might actually be an expectation of a response. When I first saw the mannequin in the juniors section at Marshal's a few weeks ago I just instinctively knew it was going to be the outfit that would push Ryan over the edge. How on earth a thirteen year old nymph can wear such a short teddy cloth skirt and tiny t-shirt and still claim innocence seems almost absurd, but the reflection in the mirror I'm looking at now isn't one of virginal purity, and the streaks going down my thighs because of how excited my kitten has become merely confirms what the rest of my body already knows. Obviously I've been pushed way beyond the limits most women will ever endure in a lifetime, and the faint taste of semen still lingering in my mouth is just adding to the fury between my legs. Perhaps dressing like this seems like folly now that his dick knows what's waiting for it, but it's going to have to expect some merciless teasing before I finally surrender myself to being ravaged again and again by his unforgiving beast. The truth is I need to be fucked fast and hard just like the girls in the sex videos, and the resiliency of a teenage cock just offers so many benefits that men my age simply can't match. For years now I've secretly marveled at Ryan's ability to ejaculate two or three times a day with so little ease, and even though as his mother I suppose I should have discouraged him from what some would describe as an unhealthy addiction, but the towel waiting conspicuously by his computer for me to discover always caused such turmoil within me that ultimately I was forced to confront my fascination with his masturbational prowess. The truth is all teenage boys need to feel that release daily, and whether or not it's actually habitual or not doesn't alter the fact that for some women like me it's a life of sheer torture just thinking about all that delicious semen waiting for my lips feast upon. "Still think I look like Root," I hear the words coming out of my mouth as I suddenly realize that somehow I made the journey from my bedroom down to the family room without even being aware of getting here. My God he's so bold, and as I feel his eyes taking in every millimeter of skin that I'm offering to him, the sight of his cock straining the material of his sweatpants to be released has both my heart and kitten collaborating to end this charade and let him take me as many times as his dick can keep getting hard. It just seems so ironic that Mother Nature would pair together two creatures like ourselves who have reached their sexual prime at the same time, and though my ovaries are desperate knowing that my internal clock is rapidly winding down because I just turned forty and her solution of matching me with in essence an ejaculation machine just seems so diabolical. But so many of my friends tell me how their husbands simply slip inside them without foreplay and in a minute or two are rolling off of them and kissing them good night. A typical teenage boy on the other hand will merely lay back waiting for a hand or mouth to gently resuscitate him back to life, and all those years of practicing for that eventual day when their pricks would finally be rewarded with a place to pump all that thick creamy semen is a dream they all share too. Of course their first copulations will usually be with a doe like nymph who will usually only allow them one bite from her supple young slit, and even though their insatiable serpents yearn for even more pleasure from the pony tailed princesses, they have to settle for a quickie that always leaves them frustrated and wanting more just like their mothers who are lying right down the hall. That's not me though, and I'm sure I'm not the only woman my age whose pussy can stay juicy all night if it ever had to service a ravenous young boy's need to go for hours at a time. "You both have those long legs and tiny tits," he replies as he so casually starts sliding his sweatpants down his long thin legs. Aren't you so bold, and as my still disbelieving eyes take in a sight that is supposed to be banned from every mother's gaze, the true length and girth of his fully erect member is finally being calculated by my kitten in a way no measuring tape is even required. He has to be at least seven or eight inches I hear the message reaching that part of my brain having to do with carnal delight, and even though I should have recognized just how well-endowed he was this morning, the shock of actually sucking his dick made me concentrate on just getting my saucy treat out of him and nothing else. A big dick on a young handsome boy makes me feel as though I've hit the sexual jackpot, and to think that it's always been available to me almost makes me wish I had done this much sooner. But the sad truth is that I had to be so disciplined because he was still just too young for me to take, and even though I furiously fingered myself night after night imagining sneaking into his room and peeling the sheets back, there was just something that always stopped me. But last month when he came home for Thanksgiving break he evidently decided that it was time for him to see just how enthralled I was with what he had been offering me for so long, and like a naive young maiden I dutifully obeyed his command to wake him as the sight of his fully erect organ held me both spellbound and frightened. He knew what he was doing to me too, and for three more mornings his cock shamelessly auditioned for me silhouetted in the darkness like a thief desperately trying to gain access to a forbidden treasure. Obviously the seeds he planted worked quite well, and as he awkwardly dropped the towel after showering this morning I suddenly found myself on my knees with his exquisitely bloated member being offered to me. Needless to say I just couldn't squander such an opportunity, after all, how many times would he continue to look at me that way, and the thought of some young slut just wanting to keep him for herself just drove me to suck him like he's never been sucked. But now it's time to go even further than just having semen fill my cheeks, and the sight of such a magnificent creature attached to my own son is just driving me wild with desire. "What about Gwyneth," I say so coyly as I start to model myself more for his serpent's lustful eye as he's obviously shell shocked and tries to recover his composure because of how I'm teasing him in a way he never thought me capable of doing to him. I just knew when he first started comparing me to that attractive young actress in the Iron Man movies what he was really trying to tell me, and the fact I had to sit there and cross and re-cross my legs because of how it excited it made me knowing what he was thinking as she strut around on the screen nearly nude nearly drove me insane. Of course he could tell by my not scolding him or walking out of the room was all he needed to slowly start to weave his web of seduction to finally snare me, and the fact I enabled him to escalate his temptations way beyond the limits most mother's would dare tolerate just further sealed my doom. But right now I'm in a place that seems almost dreamlike, and as I try my best to act as though his nudity and my being so skimpily dressed aren't an issue, the pounding of my heart tells me just how far I've pushed past all of society's rules with so little ease. I can't be the only mother who has made this choice, and even some of my friends who play tennis dressed in skirts almost as short as this one with their teenage sons are just a hair's breadth from surrendering themselves like I'm about too. It's just too bad that we as mother's can never speak of our secrete desires either, and I'm sure our son's never speak of theirs as well. "Gwyneth is just a teaser while Root likes to show off her bald pussy," I hear that one word coming out of his mouth that I hope will trigger an avalanche of naughty language between us. How do you know that? But I've seen his collection of forbidden art not to question his ability to access even the most elite of Hollywood's starlets, and the fact that beautiful young actress has made her flower available to the internet's prying eyes is just pushing me to give him the kind of show every young boy wishes from his mother. I remember when I first watched Paris Hilton going down on a dick that just seemed too big for her mouth to wrap around while knowing she was being filmed shocked me at first, and the thought that I so easily handled such a beast this morning only makes me appreciate my own skills even more now. "You've seen her pussy," I ask so sheepishly using a word that only his father ever heard me utter. The fact Root and I are both skinny brunettes certainly does make us resemble each other, and even though I think she's much thinner that I am, the reality that he and his swollen prick have chosen her as their surrogate until they got the real thing is just adding to my discomfort now. I knew the first time he said I had to watch that new show Person of Interest that there was more going on than simply another shoot'em TV show, and the instant tingling between my legs when I first saw her quickly confirmed it too. Through his eyes I imagined what he was really thinking as she so easily seduced millions of his own gender so effortlessly, and that thought of him later that night jerking off thinking about me instead of her always made my fingers rub me just a little bit harder. "She did some modeling in college and the photographer sold the pictures once she became a hit," he says as his hand starts to slowly slide up and down his rapidly becoming impatient organ. What is it about spreading your legs for a camera that is an allure almost every woman secretly desires, and all those husbands out there with nude pictures of their wives on their phones certainly confirms it too. For me though it was a secret that I should have shared with Jack long before he came down with cancer, and the fact I can still so effortlessly tease a rock hard organ just shows me how my skills of being a tease haven't diminished due to being celibate for so long. My only real fear back then was that my nearly flat-chest and skinny legs weren't what a man really wanted, and all the times Jack said how my body drove him crazy just fell on deaf ears until I started finding out just how wrong I was about how still being built like a teenage princess really does drive both men and boys wild with lust. "Did she ever do a video like Paris," I say as I slowly lift off my t-shirt exposing my tiny breasts to him for the first time since he was a toddler. The look on his face at seeing me nearly nude is going to be one I will always cherish, and the devilish way his cock just seems to be screaming for me to slide this last piece of clothing down my legs so it can see exactly where it's going to be sliding in and out of has me wanting to end this game right now, but another part of me is enjoying our verbal foreplay in a way I never thought possible. Usually couples just start to go at it long before this, and I'm hoping he's feeling the same as I am now about how our verbal jousting is just adding an element of excitement to our already forbidden game of erotic teasing that we are engaged in now. "She only did a few solo picture shoots," he replies with a bit of sadness in his voice that only a mother truly knows how to recognize. I've seen so many of those exquisitely toned young models spreading themselves wide open to know that once their slits have been exposed to the lens then it won't be long before some long thick organ will soon be joining them in a way only lovers are supposed to do together. For me the thought of screwing for a camera so some young boy can get himself off just seems so appealing to me now, and even though I know I could never do it, it's just adding one more added piece of distress to my already over taxed senses. "Well, it seems to me you need to find a willowy brunette that resembles her who is willing to do both," I say as I slowly slide my skirt down my legs revealing to him what he has been literally chasing for years now. Between the look in his eyes at what I'm showing him and what I just intimated about possibly becoming a model for him clearly has him befuddled. The truth is every boy wishes he could find some naughty pictures of his mother, and finally for me the realization that I'm standing in front of my own son with practically the same body I had in college just keeps adding to the terrible throbbing that is building between my legs. If only every frustrated woman could feel the rapturous blanket of ecstasy that is smothering me now, and even though the cause of my unbelievably erotic mood is supposed to be denied me because of whose organ has me so aroused, the cold hard truth is that I'm in a place even Kinsey never dared approach. But right now it's time for this show and tell game to finally come to an end, and a rock hard organ attached to a young boy and a vagina so in a state of frenzy demands that the two of us become one before our hearts finally give out in frustration. I just have to wonder how many other mothers and sons have been so hyper-sexually aroused the way the two of us are now, and the saddest part is that question has no hope of ever being answered. "This is what you really want, isn't it," I whisper as I slowly position myself on the floor opposite him with my legs drawn up behind my shoulders. Jack absolutely adored my ability at being so flexible, and all the times he would play that sensuous game of musical chairs with me as his dick alternated between my mouth and juicy hole has me almost on the verge of tears now. Of course my emotions are coming from a place so deep inside me now that I doubt even years of therapy would be able to match the freedom I've attained in just a matter of a few minutes, and the thought of tasting my own juices smeared all over such a huge dick just makes all of this seem so surreal. But this isn't a sultry dream I having now, and the sight of my soon to be lover on his knees with his dick just inches from me is all the proof I need. I just think as a woman there's just no greater position of physical vulnerability than the one I'm offering to him now, and as my juicy slit, anus and mouth all prepare themselves to be filled with semen, it's as though decades of regrets are finally going to be whisked away from consciousness. For me all those memories and sorrows of never being able to give myself totally to the one who brought me so close to my first true moments of passion has haunted me like a dreary November day for what seems like an eternity, and it wasn't until my eyes beheld Ryan's erect organ beckoning to me as if to rescue me from myself that all the pieces slowly started to come together. Embrace it Pauline I hear the words as though a loud speaker were blaring them begin to echo in my head, and as much I'm trying to focus all my willpower on trying to maintain some semblance of self-control, the reality is that I'm just fighting a losing battle now. Why for God's sake am I even resisting these urges that are just too powerful for me to deny, and as if a calendar begins to rapidly race backwards to the time when my virgin flower was almost pollinated by my own brother, the surge of both adrenaline and emotion that are conspiring against me in a way that is making my decision much easier for me to accept. The truth is I'd just be lying to myself if I didn't acknowledge that this hidden talent I have of contorting myself like an erotic ballerina is one that took years of practice for me to perfect, and the fact I never dared even tell Jack about how I honed my skills to near perfection just illustrates that need of complete and utter secrecy when dealing with anything of a sexual issue related to siblings. Maybe that's exactly why I caved-in so easily this morning, and even though my brother and I pushed the limits as far as we could back then, there was just something so magical every time his dick was poised to slide inside me the way Ryan's is now. Pauline's Cravings The undeniable truth though is that young girls can get away with so much more compared to when they get older, and as I use to so innocently contortion myself in my cute little skintight gymnastic outfit which I thought would shield me from any undue criticism from Mom's glaring stares, I quickly discovered just how powerful an affect it had on Jimmy's crotch. Of course Mom quickly recognized how her innocent pony-tailed princess was torturing her brother as I spread myself so willingly wide open for his hungry eyes, and I was soon reduced to practicing my steamy skills alone in front of my bedroom mirror. That is until Saturday night's officially became date night for her, and even though Jimmy was older than I was the allure of being able to see me again dressed in my skimpy gymnastic outfit kept him voluntarily at home weekend after weekend. As odd as it may sound there was just something about the chemistry between us that just allowed me to be so bold, and even though I was still so self-conscious about being so gangly and awkward, it was the sight of his sweatpants bulging with approval that drove me to do pose for him that most wives and girlfriends today would be hard pressed to do. Of course just like when I saw Ryan just unpeeling himself from his sweats that all those old memories began to flood my consciousness, and the first time I watched in utter amazement as he ejaculated all over me with my black teaser uniform looking as though it had been smeared with thick clumps of yogurt. I still can't quite remember how long it took me to be comfortable enough for me to finally be nude in front of him, a week or two probably just because of the way he was soaking my gymnastic outfit with three or four shots of semen a night. But once I was free to pose for him like I'm doing now, it always ended up where my wisp of black pubic hair was bathed in thick white frosting again and again, and how he was able to resist sliding inside me I still can't fathom even today, but he gave me his word he would never do it and I've with regrets for over twenty years for making him promise me he wouldn't take me. But we did everything else without compulsion, and soon my mouth and lips were sucking his dick just like the girls in the magazine he kept hidden under his mattress. It was like I was leading a double life too, and sweet innocent Pauline Murphy by day was being replaced by a ravenous vampiress at night. As risky as it was waiting for Saturday night to arrive it just became intolerable for me to bear, and it wasn't long before I was stealing myself into his room get another fix of the salty elixir that I had become addicted too. My favorite position was sixty-nineing, and it soon became our mutually accepted position when my teasing him had finally pushed him past his limits, and of course mine as well. You would think that we would have been discovered the way we were indulging ourselves in pleasures adults were only supposed to enjoy, but it was obvious when I was asked by Mom if I needed to go on birth control that she was well aware of what was going on between us. The truth is the sheets never lie, and as careful as I was about getting every drop of semen out of Jimmy, there was always an accident or two that couldn't be helped. From time to time he loved pasting my face and hair with his sticky treat, and sneaking down the hallway past her bedroom always presented such a challenge especially being layered with semen on my face. "Your choice baby, pussy, ass or mouth," I hear words coming out of my mouth that both stun and electrify me at the same time. Clearly the look on his face tells me he never expected to hear such language being spoken to him by me, and unlike his uncle and father who both pleaded with me to give them that saucy treat, being forty and horny certainly makes changes in you that when you were younger just seemed so inconceivable. But life is about evolving, and even though I still have the body of a teenager, the obvious differences now are more between my ears than between my legs. "Can I have them all," he asks almost in a whisper as if his request of me might actually be rejected. That's it baby just stare at me the way your father and uncle use too, and as I arch my back up so I'll be able watch which hole his dick is going to choose first, the sudden feelings of vulnerability because of how many young girls he may have been with since he's been away at college begin to smother me with doubts about myself. I'm forty year old for God's sake, and no matter what the mirror may show me the fact is I'm competing with girls half my age. What woman wouldn't doubt herself at this moment? "Is it as pretty as the girls back at school," I say so softly that I'm not even sure if his ears detected the vulnerability in my voice because of thought of all those skinny young vixens trying to lure him to their beds. Without saying a word his tongue gently begins to flicker against my tiny pink puckered knob, and even though it took years of prodding Jack to finally lick me in the one place that is considered unclean, it's almost every woman's secret desire to have their lovers stimulate all those sensitive nerve endings on the outside of their anus before their clits are free to be ravaged. But obviously Ryan is well schooled in the art of oral pleasure, and like a master craftsman dutifully taking care of his client's needs, it's all I can do now not to scream out like a schoolgirl whose being treated to her first orgasm. "Pauline's pussy is the only one I've ever wanted," he says as his tongue begins to lap the juices from between my lips as I continue to hemorrhage fluids as though I were peeing. To think that only his mouth and tongue are bringing me so much pleasure seems almost unbelievable, and the thought of his big dick emptying itself again and again in either my mouth or pussy just seems too good to be true. But this is really happening to me, and no amount of guilt or remorse for what I'm feeling now will ever change it. The truth is I'm already addicted to his semen, and like a virus that somehow has infected me with the need to keep going back for more, the images appearing in my head of what I'm going to do to him are just pushing me even further out of control. "I'm going to do things to you that those skinny whore's could never even imagine," I moan so shamelessly as his tongue begins to molest my most sensitive bud in a way that I can already feel the first waves of orgasmic bliss approaching me. If I could go only back in time I would have taken Mom up on her offer of making the appointment with her gynecologist to put me on the pill. But I told her she needn't worry because I was saving myself for the one I would marry, and it was at that very moment when I saw her face relaxing as she realized we weren't fucking like rabbits that she gave her unspoken approval of what we were doing together. And as if making her point even more explicit she brought a teaspoon of vanilla yogurt up to her lips as though showing me the acceptable limits I was allowed to enjoy. This is exactly what should have happened with Jimmy, and as I watch an organ that just seems too big to fit inside me slowly disappear, the sensations of the walls of my vagina being stretched to their very limits just seems so dreamlike now. But it's happening and I can't deny how good it feels either, and even if there was still some lingering guilt about whose dick it is that is inside me now, all of my senses are just so motivated to ensure that I enjoy myself in a way only lovers are supposed to. "I can't believe how you're squeezing my dick," he moans using words so naughty that my ears are just as a live with pleasure as my swollen slit is. "Pump me," is all I can manage to say as he climbs up and leans his arms against the loveseat so that all I see now is his lower torso and of course that beautiful glistening creature sliding in and out of me. This is exactly how I love to fuck, and for all those women out there whose eyes are never able to enjoy the spectacle of watching their own pussy's being ravaged like this I feel a sense of sadness for them. But not too sad to enjoy the show I'm being treated to now, and as I sense him beginning to quicken his pace because of how tightly my velvet sleeve is gripping him, years of experience tells me it won't be long before he'll be unable to resist the urge to fill me with his seed. "Oh God," he cries out to the deity that is no doubt frowning about because of the illicit pleasures he is enjoying now. "That's it baby, fuck me hard and fill me with your cream," I say egging him on even further along as his dick is readying itself to unload inside me. "I can't hold it anymore," is all he says as he buries himself all the way inside me. Suddenly the thought that I'm not any form of birth control starts racing through my head, and as much as I know that fact alone should detract from the pleasure I'm having now, it just seems to be adding an extra element of excitement to what I'm feeling. But knowing my fallopian tubes are heavily scarred is quietly assuring me that I needn't worry about such matters as my insides are now being bathed with semen. "This is just the beginning," I whisper to him like I use to when he much younger an experiencing something for the first time. * "This is incredible," is all Susan says as my ears instantly pick up the sounds of my own moans coming from the speakers on my desk. Instinctively I push the button locking the door behind me, and as the look on her face tells me she's discovered the flash drive that's now betraying me to her disbelieving eyes, but it's my finely tuned woman's intuition now that's sensing there's more going on than just an office manager who's discovered something so potentially heinous about one of her employees. I've seen that look on my own face for the last several months not to recognize how deeply affected she is by what is being acted out in front of her, and depending on which scene she clicked on that has her so captivated the thought that I still might be able to offer up a plausible explanation is all I care about now. When I first saw Ryan setting up the tripod and extra lighting in the basement I was totally unaware of what he was up to at first, but as I helped him move the rug and futon into the corner I just knew what it was he expected of me. You would think that the risk of spreading my legs wide open for a camera like all those young models do would have at least give me some pause, but if anything it just unleashed a side of me that even surprised me. Of course I've since blamed it all on that first shot of semen that he shot down my throat, and the constant need to be re-infected with that salty elixir has just kept me in a state of near perpetual arousal. "My God," is all she whispers as I sit down next to her and discover exactly which scene has her so mesmerized. For me the most intimate aspect of posing nude is thinking of both the lens and the rigid prick of the one taking the pictures as being one. Somehow I just imagined in my mind that it was really the serpent's single eye that was recording image after image of me that would even make my mother blush, and the thought of all those young boys tugging on themselves as they used me as their fantasy to get off just kept pushing even further past boundaries most of my kind will ever dare approach. The truth is that Ryan knew what he was doing to me with each click of the camera, and as my being unable to resist whatever it was he asked of me because of the state of my arousal, eventually it just insured the inevitableness that his dick would want to do a video with me as its prey. As odd as this may sound there's just a line where innocence and being provocative begin to separate, and I'm sure to most the sight of me spreading my legs wide open could hardly be characterized as being innocent. But when compared to having a huge dick pumping semen into every conceivable orifice as a camera records every scorching moment then that's where the distinction is as far as I'm concerned. Luckily for me she picked my favorite, and it was after watching this very scene for the first time that the true revelation about the difference between erotica and porn finally hit me. For years I simply failed to notice the one telltale difference between the two, and as alluring all those angelic beings are with seducing us with their perfectly toned bodies, it was the absence of the boys pricks glistening with their lovers juices that made me aware of just how faked all the scenes truly were. Of course for all those men and boys sliding their hands up and down their dicks that detail was insignificant, but as a woman it was the one element that was just so noticeable to me. The truth is that an uninspired actress can't fake what she doesn't feel, and a juicy pussy always tells the truth as far as passion is concerned. "I'm so wet," I suddenly hear the words coming out of my own mouth further betraying me even more now. What is it about a big dick and a girl with a small ass that stirs such controversy? And as I look at just how thin my thighs and cheeks are compared to so many women my own age there's just something so virginal about how my vagina is now handling such a ravenous beast as though it were the first time it was being impaled. But even though my sultry hole has gorged hundreds if not thousands of times on my lover's tool, it's the illusion that it's a young girl's hairless slit that is being stretched to its maximum that is the detail both Susan and I are both being held captive by now. There's just no since now trying to deny it's not me on the monitor either, and the sounds of my own moans rather than embarrassing me just keep adding to the obvious tension between us. It's just so noticeable too that she's beyond even being able to speak any sort of rebuke to me, and the sound of her breathing almost labored just assures me that she's fallen under my spell as she crosses and re-crosses her legs trying to soothe her own kitty. But we both know that it's the sight of the unrelenting piston sliding in and out of the seemingly squealing teenage Lolita that has both of us in a state of near hysterics, and the sight of Ryan's beast buried deep inside me as it begins to pump it's venom inside me seems almost dream like now. "I'm so horny," is all she says as her hand grasps mine as the first telltale signs of semen start to appear on the snake that is slowly starting to slither in and out of me. You would think that the male actor ejaculating just like in all the sex videos would be the climax of the scene, but Ryan and I have managed to go so far beyond anything they could possibly conceive to the point where it almost makes me sad. As women we're so attuned to how lovemaking has as its true goal the ultimate creation of life inside us, and even though most of us love to fuck, it's still that primal urge to procreate that is always with us. We're nurturer's for God's sake, and the sight of our own juices intermingled with our partner's just stirs such emotion within us that most men could just never comprehend. "It's truly the essence of beauty," I hear her say as we both watch in awe as my kitten continues to squeeze the huge impaler so tightly that the thick white clumps of semen oozing out of me are the only true signs of the magic that just happened between us. The truth is there's just something about a dick that big on a seemingly young boy that makes so many women my age act though they've been exposed to some sort of illicit type of catnip, and as many times as I've been stroked and stretched lately, it's as though my body just simply can't get enough. Of course with Ryan being almost two hours away our weekend rendezvous have just become the focal point of my life now, and of course his as well. But today's lesson coupled with what happened a few weeks ago is just something that I can't ignore anymore, and with good reason too. I've always marveled at how those gorgeous young teachers could become ensnared with their underage lovers, and until the knock on the hotel door of that little out of the way refuge of forbidden pleasure I thought myself immune from such a frightening scenario. But it did indeed happen, and as I opened the door dressed in only a t-shirt that barely covered my boobs, the sight of the tall thin brunette dressed in a sheriff's uniform both shocked and intrigued me as well. It was though her penetrating gaze going up and down my body were like two cameras recording my every move, and as I realized that in my haste to get dressed I had chosen such a ridiculously small piece of clothing, it was that look in her eyes that told me she wasn't a threat to us. As women we just seem to know instinctively when one of our own gender is in distress, and just like Susan is now I could tell that the thirty something officer of the law was being seduced with what was being presented to her. The obvious question should have been how couldn't she for God's sake, and between me thoroughly enjoying what to most women would be an awkward and embarrassing moment, for some reason I just seemed to relish the opportunity to exploit such a potentially dangerous situation. But I knew the age on Ryan's driver's license would shield me from any possibility of molestation, and the size of his dick taunting her as it refused to be intimidated by her presence just further added to her discomfort. It was just so obvious by the expression on her face as she compared our licenses that she knew we were mother and son, and even though most would express outrage publicly about the thought of such a relationship, the not so well kept secret is that it's one many many women finger themselves to as thoughts of seducing their own son's linger in their heads after they after they've rubbed themselves to another not so enjoyable orgasm. We're all so aware of it too, and even though I so blatantly offered up an explanation that I was his aunt giving him a belated birthday present, it was the telltale sign of her nipples being erect that clued me in to just how receptive she was about what we doing together. I still can't quite explain what happened next, but as she just seemed to linger there silently staring at Ryan lying naked on the bed with his beast fully erect, I so casually climbed on top of him as though her presence had somehow become a part of our lovemaking and slid his dick deep inside me. It's one thing to fuck in front of a mirror or a camera, but the thrill of actually doing it in front of another person added a whole new dimension that I hadn't quite anticipated. It was as though her eyes had become two lenses that were just too irresistible for me to ignore, and the fact she stayed until the very scene that I'm looking at now played out just shows how powerful our need as women is to be satisfied with a legitimate display of unbridled passion. "My God Pauline," I hear the words snapping me out of reliving one of the most exciting episodes in my life. The image with me now rubbing my semen soaked vagina on Ryan's face just illustrates how far both of us have broken down so many traditional barriers, and even though this scene is one that would make most men and boys cringe with discomfort, it's just one that a lot of my kind wish would happen to them. I don't know if it's simply because of his age or the dynamics of our relationship, but suckling from me after he's filled me with semen has become an integral part of our lovemaking now. As if not being able to handle the stress of what her body is being subjected too, she suddenly closes the window on the torrid action being acted out and opens another one as though expecting me to explain how it is that I've managed to do what most women could only dream of doing with their own son. By now it's just so plain for her to know how utterly I enjoyed myself too, and even though a part of me feels I should display some sort of shame or remorse as though asking for her forgiveness, my state of arousal is just going to keep me defiant no matter what she may think about what I've done with Ryan. Pauline's Cravings "How," is all she can manage to say as her voice cracks with emotion as we both watch as I walk around the house virtually naked in my tiny skirt and top? I think every woman just loves the thought of dressing so scantily with the possibility of being be so scrutinized by their teenage sons, and as I effortlessly seem to bend over exposing myself so innocently as though I'm unaware of what I'm presenting to the camera, the throbbing between my legs assures me that I knew exactly what I was doing. Of course the UPS driver who caught me signing for a package dressed so provocatively just reinforced the need I have lately to expose myself to others, and the thought of somehow contacting that police woman for another naughty showing is one that hasn't left me since that night. "Haven't you ever imagined yourself dressing like that for Kyle," I reply as the picture of this very emotionally rigid clone of Taylor Swift dancing around the house for her newly turned eighteen year old son starts to appear in my head. Obviously she has by the fact she didn't storm out of my office screaming about not just about me being the star in a sex video but whose dick it was that sliding in and out of me. But that's the beauty of being able to feign the virtues society expects from us, and the notion that one of us might sneak into our son's room suck his dick night after night just doesn't seem possible, and yet, I do it as often as I can. Susan on the other hand is seriously thinking about it just by the way she's taking in every minute move I'm doing for the camera. "I wear this short black robe sometimes," she says so softly that I just barely heard her. "And your panties start to soak when you know he's watching you," I quickly reply. "I don't wear any panties," she says as she turns towards me and looks right into my eyes. It's as though we're both communicating with each other in a way that renders language useless now, and that look on her face and in her eyes tells me she's doing more than just walking around the house dressed only in a short robe. She's fucking him I hear the whisper in my ear as if someone was really speaking to me, and the thought of both her and her son becoming as one is causing my heart to pound so furiously that there's a part of me that thinks it may burst because of the stress I'm under now. "When I accidentally opened this flash drive Friday night and watched you and Ryan together I just knew what I had to do," she whispers to me as if not wanting any chance of what she is about to tell me might somehow be heard by someone else. "And you slipped into his room and sucked his dick," I reply as the thought of going to the ladies room and getting myself off is becoming an option that I know I won't be able to ignore. "I did a lot more to that boy than just suck his dick," she says as the idea of the two of us sitting next to each rubbing ourselves to a marvelously enchanting orgasm seems like a real possibility now. "And you enjoyed it too, didn't you," is all I can manage to say as I realize my fingers are already massaging clit in a way that is going to get me off. "Just as much as you do," I hear the words as though she's a million miles away finally reaching my ears.