16 comments/ 162486 views/ 31 favorites Caught Ch. 02 By: eroghost I thought my marriage would be over when my wife discovered my addiction to interracial pornography. To my surprise, not only did my wife accept that I liked to watch black men have sex with white women but she actually began to like it. Both my sexy white wife and I became so wrapped up in fantasies of interracial sex that in the heat of my passion I confessed my long suppressed desire to see her in bed having sex with a black man. My wife whose name is Anna, was normally very sweet and conservative, was swept up in our shared passion and agreed to fuck a black man with me present to watch. Before I get into the story of how I began to search for the right black man to have sex with my wife, let me explain a little bit about Anna. My wife Anna is a very pretty white woman with naturally tan skin and brunette hair, she is a very sweet and actually very conservative woman. She's a petite woman, about 5 foot and 105 pounds. Her curvy body, ample breasts and gorgeous legs make her a very hot lady. On top of that my wife is always exceedingly well groomed and well dressed. In public or even among close friends she doesn't like to talk about sex and will actually turn red if someone mentions it. In private my wife is a different woman, she loves to talk about sex and likes to be fucked. In the years before my addiction to interracial was revealed she was content to be fucked by me. I learned that Anna had horny moods when she would be interested in anything that involved sex, and it was in one of these horny moods that I introduced her to interracial pornography. My wife was quickly hooked by the sight of well hung black men having sex with pretty young white women. It wasn't long before talking about and watching interracial sex was a major part of our sex life. During one hot session of foreplay I let her know my desire to watch her having sex with a black man and in high state of horiness and arousal my wife agreed. After we made the agreement that Anna would do it, we went about our plan as if we were possessed. My wife having sex with a black man was the main focus of almost every conversation we had. I loved it and for some strange reason it made my attractive wife even sexier to me. At night before bed when my wife walked around with only a t-shirt on I would stop and look at her sexy legs and think about her playing in our bed with a black man. The fact that she wanted to let a black man ram his cock into her pussy made everything she did totally arousing for me, no matter how mundane it was. I would watch her wash the dishes, and think "there is my wife who is going to screw a black man." Or she would be sorting clothes for the laundry and I would day dream of her throwing her arms rapturously around her new black lover and get an incredible erection. Even sexier was knowing my wife had similar thoughts. "While driving home from work today," my wife began to say during supper one evening. "I couldn't stop thinking about black cock." "Tell me about it, baby." I asked her as my dick became rigid. "I was listening to the radio and then all of the sudden I just started thinking about black cock." My wife blushed and laughed to herself for a moment. "I thought to myself, what is going on with me, I keep thinking about me and a black man–in bed." "That gets me so turned on when you say that," I replied. My wife smiled. She looked really horny. All our recent talk was keeping her in a excited state of horniess. Anna had a naughty sparkle in her eyes the kind I hadn't seen before. She turned her attention down to her plate but I knew her mind was still focused on the same thing. "So how are we going to do it?" She asked as demurely as she could. "I want to find someone for you," I told her. "And there are a few other things I want to do to make the night special." "Would you mind if I offered some possible..." here she paused with a nervous smile. "...some possible candidates?" My eyebrows lifted. It hadn't occurred to me that she might know some black men she would like to get to know better. For one brief instant I suffered a pang of jealousy but then the thought of her thinking about black men she would like to sleep with aroused me deeply. "I'm listening." "I was thinking about Antwan," she began. "He's the guy from my old job who used to hit on me all the time. He was a very nice guy even though he was always trying to flirt with me. He gave me his number once and I think I still have it somewhere." Antwan was the black guy from her old job that was always after her. How ironic I thought to myself that his flirting, which my wife mentioning to me got me back into interracial pornography, might be what gets him into my wife's pussy. The more I thought about it the sexier it seemed to me. Seeing her going to him for sex after all the times she refused him definitely made me hot. Looking at my wife and her lust filled eyes I could see she thought the same. "You want Antwan, don't you?" I said cracking a wide smile to match my wife's. "You want his black cock?" Its hard to put into words how sexy my embarrassed my wife looked when as I asked her. Outside of our bedroom she was so bashful about anything sexual. I could almost see the inner struggle between Anna's good girl side and her sexy naughty side. Her eyes looked at her plate while she blushed and she delicately cleared her throat. I wondered for a moment if she might be having second thoughts about everything when looked deliberately at me and straight into my eyes with her big brown eyes. "Yes. I want Antwan black cock," she said without hesitation. "He was a very nice man and I'll know he'll be quiet about it." "What makes you think that?" I asked. "Back at my old job one of the other ladies who worked there told me he had slept with one of the other women there. From what I heard it was because the woman he slept with liked to talk about it and not him, he kept quiet about which I like." "Why did she go talking about it?" I asked curiously. Anna blushed again briefly. "She really liked it and couldn't help bragging about it. She told the other girls that he was big, strong and very passionate. He behaved like a gentleman but in bed treated her like a slut." "Oh I see," I said with a smile. "So you would like to try him and see if the rumors are true." "Yes," she said looking back at her plate. "If that's alright with you? I don't want to do anything unless you're okay with it." I got up from my chair came over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and neck. While my wife sat at her chair I got down on one knee, hugged her and gave her reassuring kisses to her neck and face. She put her arms around neck as I kissed her. "I"m more then okay with it, baby." I said my heated desire doing all the talking again. "Nothing will make me happier then to see you and Antwan fucking each like crazy in bed together." My wife opened her mouth in a bright white smile and her eyes drooped in pleasure. "Mmmmm I love it when you say that, it makes me so horny I lose my mind." "What? That your husband wants to see you take a black man's cock in your pussy?" I said while undoing her blouse. "Mmmmm, yes sweety." She moaned as the speed of her breath increased. "Well I do, baby. It makes me very hot to know that you have been thinking about a black man to fuck already. If you want him I want you to have him. It seems to me that the two of you have unfinished business." "Yes, sweety. I used to think of Antwan even before. Wondering what would it have been like. And after watching all that interracial with you and those gorgeous white women fucking those beautiful black cocks I know that I can't stand not knowing anymore. I want him sweety. I love you but please forgive me I want his black cock." "There's nothing to forgive, baby. I want the same thing and we are going to make it happen." "What about us? Is this going to ruin our marriage? I worry about that too." My wife said with what touched me as genuine concern." "I love you too, baby. This isn't going to ruin our marriage. This will make it better. People in relationships change and have to adapt to stay together." "But won't this be like cheating on you? Haven't I always said how much I hate people who cheat on their spouses," my wife said as she seemed to cool off. "It isn't cheating if I'm okay with it. Its only cheating if you do it without my knowing." "Then it will be ok? Our marriage I mean?" Anna asked. "Our marriage will be ok as long as you don't mind having great sex with a black man for me to watch." My wife looked at me and laughed. "If that makes you happy then I can't wait to be a slut for you." So it was decided that Antwan would be my Anna's black lover. It was a situation that suited me fine. Antwan didn't work where my wife did so that eliminated any feeling of discomfort that might have caused. He lived in a different area which was again good but not so far as to make traveling difficult. My wife also felt confident about his discretion which was very important to her. Anna was very self conscious about how people viewed her. She knew that Antwan never talked about his affairs even though some of the women he slept with did. My wife, who I thought it was cute had his phone number handy already, wanted to call him that night. I on the other hand wanted to stretch the experience out and savor every delicious moment of it. I had a plan for my wife's interracial sexing and didn't want to spoil anything by rushing it. The first part was getting my wife physically ready. While she was fit and definitely didn't have any weight problems, I thought some added exercise would give her more endurance for what I hoped would be a long night of interracial passion. Puzzled at first my wife soon got into it and it became like a ritual for us. Every day I would coach my wife through stretches and various exercises. After awhile I could see that it was really turning her on to be working out preparation for sex. And watching how motivated she was to break a sweat in order to be in her best shape for her future black lover made me extremely hot. And while it was silly it was also very sexy and kept up my wife's sexual desire. There were times when it seemed she was getting reluctant. The more time she thought about it the more I thought maybe it wouldn't happen. We even had a fight or two about it, but like many of our other fights in the past my wife always came back to me looking for love and I never turned her away. While having sex on top of Anna I would continue to tell her how much I wanted a black man to fuck her and she would close her eyes clearly imagining another man fucking her. And as I stroked in and out of my wife I heard her whimper "Antwan" while having an orgasm and I cummed immediately. It was now a couple of weeks after I got my wife to start working out and time for Anna to give Antwan a call. Anna was very nervous about calling Antwan. Up until now everything we had done could still be just considered kinky fun. Calling Antwan was a major step in moving towards her interracial sexing and we had to take it very carefully. Anna and I went out for coffee to our favorite place. We relaxed and browse through various stores like we normally did. We didn't say anything to each other about interracial sex or the fact that Anna was going to call Antwan. We carried on like we always did. Anna and I held hands as we walked around. We talked a little bit about politics and other stuff. We strolled through a park and admired the decorations of flowers on display. Eventually we came up on a bench and sat quiet with Anna snuggling up next to me looking at a nice fountain. "You know I'll always love you, Anna. We don't have to go through with this if you don't want to," I told her and felt better for saying it. "I'll always love you too, Jim." Anna said looking into my eyes and then resting her face against my shoulder. Anna remained quiet for several minutes and for a little while I thought that this would be as far as we would take our interracial adventure. I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. A part of me said I didn't want to go any further, and that I didn't want another man putting his hands on my wife and that I sure didn't want another man's cock in her pussy. "I'm ready to call Antwan now," my wife suddenly said interrupting my thoughts. I smiled as my dick became very hard at her words. My addiction to interracial sex held too much sway over my head now and it seemed my wife was in the same rapture. She was already standing up from the bench and pulling my hand to follow her home so she could call the black man she wanted to fuck her while her husband watched. When we got home my wife was smiling and giggling all over. Anna's behavior was like a teenage girl getting ready to call a boy she liked. I was intoxicated by her excitement and was almost giggling with her. Pensively but anxiously she took our phone and dialed in Antwan's number while I stood by holding her from behind with my hands on her hips. We had rehearsed a few days before as a sexy game the things that she should say when she called him but I was sure everything was forgotten now that she actually was. Anna bit her lip while waiting an answer and held her close enough to be able to hear the ring tone. "What up?" I head the deep voice of a black man say. "Hello," my wife began tentatively in her sweet voice. "Is this Antwan?" "That's right. May I know to whom I am speaking?" Antwan asked. "I'm sorry, this is Anna, we used to work at the same place," Anna said nervously. "Oh, Anna." Antwan said his voice perking up. "I should have know it was you what with that sexy voice an all." My wife laughed nervously and I felt so aroused by it. "Yes its me, Anna. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time." "No not at all, there is no bad time to be speaking to you." Again my wife laughed softly and smiled. She twisted her body back and forth in apparent arousal. The sound of Antwan's voice was having a intense affect on my wife. "You gave me your number and said I could call you if I ever felt lonely and wanted to talk to someone. It just so happens I am and want to talk to you." "I'm all yours, Anna." Antwan replied. After that my wife pulled away from me and laid herself more comfortably by the sofa. I sat down next to her on the floor and did my best to listen in on their conversation. They talked at first about the place they both used to work, sharing gossip and such. At first my wife seemed very nervous but to my surprise became comfortable very soon. In the course of the conversation my wife revealed that she was married and it didn't seem to bother Antwan in the slightest. Throughout the talk Antwan quite boldly and repeatedly complimented my wife about how sexy he thought she was. Anna seemed to love it. They reminisced about the past and that is when I learned that my wife had once slowed danced with him at a work related party. I hadn't known that part and was stimulated by it as I watched my wife talking fondly about how she enjoyed it. After many hours past during which Anna and Antwan caught up about old times the conversation turned toward the present. My wife took the initiative here. "I feel bad about having been so rude to you in past when you were only trying to be nice to me and was hoping maybe I can make it up to you by being your friend. I would like to keep in touch with you too and maybe we could get together." "Absolutely," Antwan said. "Keep in touch beautiful and good night." "Good night, Antwan." My wife hung up the phone with a smile and turned to me with a wide grin. My heart was beating fast as I looked at my beautiful white wife shivering with excitement after speaking on the phone to a black man she wanted as a lover. Her brown eyes were shining like stars and full of vigor. All the rest of the night Anna could not stop talking about Antwan. For me it was a surreal experience to listen to my wife talk longingly about another man I knew she wanted to have sex with. I felt jealously mixed with incredible horniness. It gave me an erection to hear my wife talk about all the funny things Antwan said to her. And when I would look at her staring dreamily off into space and biting her lip as she thought about Antwan it only intensified my desire for my wife. That night while Anna and I made love, she kept her eyes closed and kept calling out Antwan's name while we had sex. I loved it. My dick was rock hard while I pounded Anna's pussy as I looked into my wife's face while she was imagining being bed with a black man. For the next couple of weeks my wife was constantly on the phone with Antwan or chatting with him over the internet. There were times when I went to bed while she was on the phone and I would wake up in the middle of the night and still hear her talking to him. Once, unbeknownst to my wife, I masturbated in bed while listening to her soft voice and laughs talking. It is an indication of how strong my interracial addiction was that it excited me to hear my wife talking with a black man she wanted as a lover. It was a great time. My wife Anna became so bubbly and wistful. Antwan must have been very funny because Anna was always laughing when she spoke with him. Many a night I walked by Anna chatting furiously on the computer with Antwan, barely noticing me and fixated on typing. Anna shared with me that she and Antwan had been getting to know each other better and that she learned a lot about him that she didn't know before. Anna told me that Antwan told her he had a crush on her when they worked together. She said that Antwan said he wanted to be her friend now and that she had coyly told him her husband was "okay with us being friends and maybe more". After that things began to heat up. The tone of my wife's voice on the phone became much sexier and it seemed the topic of conversations also became racier. I began to notice my wife calling him "honey" and "coco" on the phone. Anna confided in me that Antwan was calling her "sugar". One late night while I was going over some papers I heard my wife give him a kiss over the phone as they said good night and I thought it was the sexiest thing I ever experienced. I took digital pictures of my wife to send to Antwan over the internet. At first the pictures were just of Anna at various places looking great in dresses or jeans. Then I started taking pictures of Anna posing in lingerie which we had great fun shopping for just for the pictures. I had a constant hard on helping Anna pick out lingerie to wear for the pictures we were sending to Antwan and enjoyed watching her model them. At the same time Anna was getting pictures of Antwan which she had tremendous fun ogling. I found it amusing that Anna seemed especially attracted to Antwan's rear end which she jokingly referred to over the phone as "coco buns". He was shorter then me but very well built and as we discovered in pictures he sent to my wife that he was also very well hung. Finally I started talking nude pictures of my wife for her to send to Antwan and then one evening I watched as she performed a strip tease for Antwan over a web cam. I ended up actually typing out her chat as she dictated it and reading Antwan's responses to her as she stripped naked for him. By now my wife Anna was out of her head in lust for Antwan and the time had come to make arrangements for their first meeting. I knew nothing in the world was going to keep Anna and Antwan from having sex now. Anna had throughly explained to Antwan that I wanted to witness their first sexual encounter and he didn't seem to mind. All that was left was to work out the final details of where and when. End of part two Caught Ch. 02 "Wh .. what do you mean?" I asked. "I've been watching your little video, too. And I see now how a woman takes care of a man who doesn't know how to behave. But you've seen enough," she said taking the controller off the bed and ejecting the DVD. "You wait here while I freshen up a bit. And don't clean one drop of cum off yourself until I tell you to. And take off those clothes." She turned to her dresser, opened a couple of drawers and extracted items that I couldn't see. Then she left for the bathroom without another word. I didn't know what to say. I was so embarrassed. I felt so exposed. The robe. The panties. The movie. And cum all over me. It's one thing to be watched jacking off. It's another thing to be caught jacking off! And when did she come in? Her case must have been cancelled. That's the only explanation for her being home so early. How long had she been standing there? And the way she kissed me with my cum on my lips. Sparky couldn't help but take notice, in spite of ... maybe even because of ... the humiliation. I had never tasted my own ... or anybody else's cum before. At times the idea seemed exciting. At other times disgusting. But the fact of tasting it, fed to me the way it was followed by such a passionate kiss was so exciting. While I was pondering these things, the bathroom door opened and she came into the room. She had turned the light off so the only glow was that from the candle and the silent television. Mary had pulled her hair into a chignon, with tendrils falling on her cheeks. It was a sophisticated look, helped by the black corsett that encased her body. Her breasts were exposed and elevated on shelves that held them up and out in a commanding fuck you look. Her makeup was the same as usual but she carried a heavier, muskier scent. In one hand was a towel wrapped around something. In the other ... was that a leash and a collar! If so it was awfully small. "Lay back," she said. "What are you going to do with that?" I grinned. "Lay back, and you'll soon see," she said. I laid back on the bed and she sat down beside me. "Be very still. I don't want to hurt you." She snapped a little collar around the base of my dick. On the under side was a strap that she strapped around behind my balls. She connected the leash to a ring right below my cock. The leather was soft. It was tight around my raging erection, but not too tight. And strapped around my balls like that, it wasn't going anywhere. Leaning over she kissed my chest. Then she looked me up and down. Getting up, she gave a tug on the leash. "Let's go," she said and took a half step toward the living room. I got off the bed and followed her wondering what she had in mind. In the living room she turned on the torchier to a low dim and sat on the couch. Looking up at me she put her hands under her breasts and asked, "You like?" I grinned. "Very much. Very, very much." She licked her lips. Then touched her pussy with the second finger on her right hand. It was glistening in the gloaming light as she looked at it before licking it. "Mmmm. You like?" She asked, with more command in her voice, giving another tug on the leash. "Whatever you like, honey." I smiled. "That's Mistress Honey to you. Or Cowgirl. I kind of like Cowgirl. Think I should get some spurs?" "That might sting a bit." She tugged the leash a little harder. "Uh, Mistress Cowgirl." "Cowgirl will do for now. But first there's that naughty boy thing. Do you remember me telling you not to jerk off while I was gone?" "Yes ma'am." "And what did you do?" "I ... jacked myself off. While you were at work." "While you were doing what?" She squinted slightly as she looked into my eyes. And she smirked a bit. She was getting into this. Enjoying it. "I was watching a dirty movie." "And ... what were you wearing while you were watching this dirty movie and slapping your dick around?" Her lips were parted and her wet tongue was just visible. "Your robe. And the panties I bought for you." "I don't think you bought them for me, did you? You bought them for you. Didn't you?' "No, really, I bought ..." She jerked the leash harder and I had to move forward to protect myself. "You bought them for you, didn't you." "Yes. Ma'am. I bought them for me." "So you could jerk off in them when I wasn't around, right." "Yes." This was really getting embarrassing. And the more embarrassing it got, the harder my cock was. "I think you're a little slut at heart. No telling what you'll be doing if we're not careful. Come around here and lay across my lap. I'm going to give your ass what it deserves." She tugged again. I crossed over in front of her and lay across her lap, my knees on the floor. Mary slapped my ass hard on the right cheek. Then again on the left cheek. It stung. But more than that it made my penis tingle. She slapped me again. And again. And again. "You've been a very naughty boy," she said rubbing my hot red ass. "Yes, I have." "Are you going to do it again?" she asked as she slipped her finger between my ass cheeks her fingertip circling my anus. "Well, it was fun," I admitted. She pushed her finger against my rosebud. "So you're going to do it again?" she asked. "Well, you know, I guess. I don't know. Maybe." I could feel her reach across with her left hand, her right still fondling my ass. "That's not a very good answer for your Cowgirl." Suddenly I jumped as something cold and wet was squirted into my ass crack. She held it there with her right hand as it began to warm up. Then I felt something hard and cold slide down my crack. "I think little cowpoke needs a little poke of his own." The hard thing replaced her finger at my anus and she began to push it in and out, turning it around in the lubricant as she pushed it into my ass. "Relax and it'll be in there in no time. Fight it and it might take a while." I relaxed as much as I could until I felt it push deeper and deeper. Finally my ass closed over the neck of the plug and she pulled her hands away. Picking up the towel on the couch she wiped her hands, then my ass. "Wouldn't want all that goo getting everywhere, now would we." She swiveled towards me putting her right leg beside me giving me access to her pussy. "Now, be a good boy and give me what I want." She tugged gently on the leash and I moved in kissing her thighs. I spread her legs and licked all the way up to her sweet spot. I kept my tongue away from her clit wanting to taste her lips and her nectar, to go slowly for her sake. She put her hand behind my head and pushed me into her. I shoved my tongue up inside her. And then she pushed me away. "Oh, you're making the Cowgirl's head spin. Let's go back to the bedroom before I pass out." I gave her one last lick for good measure and got to my feet. She extended her hand so I helped her up. With a tug on the leash, she made me follow her down the hall. The candle gave a warm glow to the room. So did the television. We had forgotten to turn it off. "On your back, lover boy. I'm going to find something good for us to watch. But first, let's do something about those hands of yours." She pulled two purple silk scarves from her bedside table and quickly tied one around each wrist, and then to the heavy steel metal headboard. "Can't get loose, can you?" she teased. "No ma'am. I'm stuck here for as long as you want me here. To do with whatever you please." "You bet your sweet ass you are." She reached forward and pushed on the steel plug in my ass. "Whatever I fucking want. And you can't do a thing about it, mister." It really felt good when she pushed on the plug. It was positioned just right to stimulate my prostate. I could feel Sparky twitch. Then she punched some buttons on the DVD player, brought up the menu, and scanned through the scene selections. She had something in particular she wanted me to see. Soon there were images of the redhead on screen with the man tied to the bed, just as I was. She was straddling his waist holding a pair of pink balls and a small controller. "Suck them," she told the man as she shoved them one at a time into his mouth. Next she spread her pussy lips. They were so wet. The camera close-up showed her rubbing the first ball around her sopping pussy lips then pushing it in until it disappeared. All you could see was the pink wire that connected it to the other ball. Soon she did the same with the second ball. When she adjusted the controller in her hand she started rubbing her hot, vibrating pussy on the man's belly. That's when Mary straddled me and pulled out her own pink balls and pushed them to my waiting mouth. It was so hot watching her act out the scene on the screen. And I loved feeling her wet pussy grinding on my stomach. I tensed my muscles and moved up towards her. I only wish my hands had been free. The plug in my ass seemed as big as a horse's dick. And my dick needed attention badly. She ground her way up my torso, leaned over and made me suck her tits, one nipple at a time. She tasted so good. I sucked, pressed and rolled her nipples with my tongue. I wanted to make her cum by just sucking them. I'm not sure if she did or not ... but I almost did. I glanced over at the screen out of the corner of my eye. The redhead was holding onto the bedrail, grinding her pussy into the man's face. I could feel the drool rolling down Sparky's neck. If I could only get my hands free. Then I could lift her hips up to my face. There was no need. Mary straddled my face, the pink balls still buzzing inside her, grabbed the headboard and lowered her pussy to my mouth. "Now, eat me," she said. "And make me love it." I shoved my tongue into her pussy, reaching for the balls. I could feel the vibrations on my lips and on my tongue. I licked her. And she ground her pussy into my lips and my tongue. Then she lifted up and moved forward, nestling my nose inside her sopping pussy. She fucked my face and I could hardly breath. I licked her taint and moved my head against her clitoris, breathing through my mouth. Her climax started with a shudder and built as she bore down on my face. A scream of ecstasy ripped from her throat as she collapsed. It took a moment for her to untangle her legs and lay down beside me. She pulled the covers over her, grabbed my dick with her left hand, and traced the outline of the cock collar that had been there for so long. "My Sparky," she said. "Hush now and be still. I'll play with you later if you're a good boy." "Later?" I said, my voice dry and harsh. I heard a plop. Then another sloppy sound. She placed one of the soggy pink balls on my lips. "Shhhh. Cowgirl's tired and needs to rest." As she closed her eyes I wondered with some trepidation if what I was now seeing on the television screen awaited me when she awakened. Caught Ch. 02 After Ricky left the room I sat and thought about what had happened and what I had found out. I had never given much thought to being recognized by Ricky or by any of his friends. I did not know how to deal with this new situation. I realized my shock at hearing this news was tempered by the excitement I had felt when Ricky was caressing my legs and especially when he had his orgasm. I knew my panties were damp from my own excitement. As I sat there thinking, my fingers absent-mindedly rubbed the still wet spot on my pantyhose where my son's cum had fallen. I spread it around and moved my fingertips to my mouth to taste him again as much as I could. I went upstairs to my room. As I walked up the stairs, I realized how I must look. My skirt was wrinkled and much of it still was bunched near my waist where Ricky's hands had pushed it as he caressed my thighs. A some point, the last button on my blouse had opened so my lacy white bra was on view and my exposed cleavage was very apparent. Straightening myself up as much as I could, I walked towards my bedroom. As I passed Ricky's room, I could hear him mumbling in a low voice. I could not understand what he was saying, but he did not sound happy. "Ricky," I said, knocking lightly on his door. "Are you okay?" "I'm okay, Mom," he said. He did not sound convincing. "Are you sure?," I asked, expecting him to say something. But all of a sudden the door opened and Ricky was standing right in front of me. He had changed from the shorts he had been wearing into a similar pair of the polyester athletic shorts he seemed to wear all of the time. He was not wearing a shirt. I realized that my blouse was still wide open and then realized that Ricky was taking in the view. His eyes had started looking to my face, but he was having a difficult time keeping his eyes from drifting downward. I pulled my blouse closed. "What's the matter, Ricky," I asked. "You left so quickly." "I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "You know what happened....it was pretty embarrassing." "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Hon," I said. "I thought it was wonderful." I smiled, although I could not believe I admitted that to my son. "Really?," he asked. His voice sounded strained. "I thought you'd be mad at me for what I did." "Well, to be honest, I had a lot to think about," I said, "especially after you told me that you recognized me. I was pretty embarrassed myself at hearing that -- and I was pretty scared, to be honest." "Oh, Mom," he said, "I would never do anything to hurt you or get you in trouble. I just felt bad watching you and not telling you." "Oh," I said, "you didn't feel guilty then?" I was trying to keep from smiling. I just had to give him some trouble. "Well," he said, "I did feel guilty when I realized it was you, but I had been watching you for a while and I enjoyed seeing this hot woman -- all the guys did." "I knew they did," I said. "Remember, they were letting me watch them too." Then I smiled. "I seem to recall seeing some interesting things on your part, now that I think about it. If I remember correctly, you were wearing my panties and pantyhose and masturbating for your friends." "Oh my God!," he said. "I forgot about that, it was before I recognized you." He started crying. "Baby," I said, pulling him close, "don't cry. It's okay." "Are you sure," he asked. "You don't think I'm weird or something? I mean I was letting the guys see me wearing your things and jacking off. How can you say it's not weird?" "Well, Ricky," I said, " you forget how I happened to see you. I was putting on shows for your friends and watching them respond to me. I knew you were going to watch at some point. I hoped I'd get to watch you too. If anyone is weird, I'd say it was me." "Mom," he said, "you are not weird. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I think you are the sexiest, too." "Well," I said, "based on your reaction earlier this afternoon, I guess you think I am at least a little attractive." I started laughing. "What a pair we are." "I think we are lucky," he said, "to be able to get this out in the open. I know I feel much better." I hugged him closer. As I hugged him, my blouse fell open again as I reached around him and, as a result, my breasts, covered only by my lacy demi-bra, pressed against his bare chest. I felt him press himself against and I could feel his hardness through the flimsy material of his athletic shorts. I don't think he was wearing anything under his athletic shorts. Although it might have been my imagination, I could feel him even through the material of my skirt. He seemed to be growing and he also began rubbing against me again. I was worried that we would have a repeat of the explosion in the kitchen. "Ricky," I said, "be careful. We don't want another accident." Actually, though, I was excited by the thought of another explosion, but I wanted to think things through and be careful. "Have you been thinking about what I said?," Ricky asked. "Can we have some sort of a deal?" "So," I said, "all you want to do is feel my legs? I'm supposed to believe that?" I was afraid I sounded more stern than I felt, so I smiled and winked at him. "Well," he said, winking back at me, "it's a start." "Oh my gosh," I said, "have I created a monster? What do you mean, 'it's a start'?" "Well," he said, " you didn't seem to mind what happened in the kitchen and I know I enjoyed it." He blushed bright red. "Ricky," I said, "that was something that happened accidently. We didn't plan that." "But it was fun, wasn't it?" he asked. I could not lie to my son. Yes, Ricky," I said, "it was fun. But we should wait a while before we talk about this anymore. We should let things cool down. Besides, I have to get changed before your father gets home." I started to walk towards my bedroom. Ricky stopped me. "Can I watch?," he asked. "Watch me undress?," I asked. "Yes, can I?,"he said. "I don't know, Ricky," I replied. "But I've already seen you undress and do more than that on the camera," he said. "This isn't any different." "Well," I said, "it's a little different because you will be in the room with me. But I guess it's okay. Just this once." We walked together to my bedroom and Ricky sat on the bed. "What should I do?," I asked, "anything special?" "Well, I'd like to see you take off your blouse and skirt first," he said. "Can I help?" "My blouse is already unbuttoned as you appeared to notice quite a while ago," I said, But I guess you can undo my skirt." I removed my blouse and walked towards my bed where Ricky sat. I saw his eyes follow me as I walked. He looked almost hypnotized. When I reached the bed, I slowly turned my back to him. "The zipper is back there, and there's a snap at the top," I said. "I could have figured that out myself," he replied. His hands moved slowly around my waist until they met in the center of my back. I wasn't sure of he was moving slowly because of nerves or because he wanted to make the adventure last. I felt his fingertips slip inside my skirt. I also felt shivers go up my spine. "Having a problem?," I asked. "Not at all, " he replied, "just taking my time. I want to remember this." I felt him unsnap the snap and then the zipper moved downward very slowly. I think I heard a soft moan escape his lips. I wasn't wearing a slip under my skirt, so as Ricky pulled the zipper downward the waistband of my pantyhose came into view and then the back of my pantyhose. I was wearing my favorite Victoria Secret string bikini panties, which have a low rise, so Ricky had ample opportunity to examine my sheer to waist pantyhose before my panties came into view. I felt the zipper reach the bottom then I felt Ricky's hands moving upward again. His hands grasped my skirt and began to slide it down over my hips. "Oh, Mom," Ricky said, "your bottom is so sexy. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing you when you are wearing your panties and pantyhose. That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen." As Ricky was saying this, my skirt passed over my hips and fell to the floor. I felt Ricky's hands sliding up my hips and heard him moan again. I have to admit the feeling of his hands on my hips and upper legs felt wonderful his touch was so soft. Suddenly, I felt only one hand. Then I heard more moaning from Ricky. I turned to look at him and saw that he had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was stroking himself with one had as he caressed me with the other. I had seen my son's cock on camera a few times. This was the first time I had seen it in person. I have to admit I liked what I saw. Ricky was not exceptionally big, but he was very well-shaped. Obviously, I knew he was circumcised, a look to which I am very partial. Much like his chest, he did not seem to have a lot of hair, although it may have been very fine and light. This also was a look I found very attractive. I was surprised at my ability to look at my son objectively, but I also was glad. Ricky seemed oblivious to the fact I was looking at him. He continued to caress my pantyhose covered upper thigh and hip in rhythm with his stroking. Occasionally, his hand slipped between my legs and he caressed my inner thighs. He often was close to my dampness but never quite touched me. The anticipation was making me so very excited. I was more excited than I should have been. Ricky's facial expressions and the change in his breathing made me think he was about to cum again. I knew I would be upset with myself afterwards, but I had a thought that I had to do something, and do it quickly. Before Ricky could stop me (if he would have wanted to), I stepped away from him and stepped out of my skirt which had fallen to the floor. I turned to face my son and moved back towards him, but closer than I had been before. I stood with one leg on each side of his legs, essentially straddling him. I was no longer playing with fire. I was stepping into the flames. I knew I should stop this, but I could not. I stood in front of my son wearing only my bra, bikini panties, and sheer pantyhose. I knew my panties were wet and probably getting wetter. When I moved back in front of Ricky his hand returned to my leg while he continued to stroke himself. At firs, he continued to caress my hip and thigh on the outside of my leg. As I stood straddling his legs, my thighs were far enough apart that Ricky had no trouble sliding his hand between my legs. He began caressing the inside of my thigh and, with my skirt no longer obstructing him, he had free access to my thighs as high as he wished to go. At first, Ricky did not move his hand higher than he had when I had been wearing my skirt. He gradually became more aggressive with his touching and his fingers went higher and higher along my thigh. He was tentative, as if waiting for me to stop him. I knew I would not and he seemed to realize that as well. As his moved higher still, his stroking also became faster. I could feel his fingertips getting closer to my panties and realized I was getting wetter and wetter the closer he came to me. His fingertips were within inches of my panties and I was trembling with anticipation. Then, he touched me. My panties were so wet that his ouch almost felt as if I had no panties on at all. I moaned. "Oh Ricky," I said. He must have thought I was objecting, because he took his hand away. "No-ooo," I said, almost begging, "don't stop." He moved his fingers back up my thigh until he touched me again. What had been a light touch before now was much more forceful. His finger began sliding back and forth which had the effect of making me wetter and also began to push my panties and pantyhose between my lips. I knew this had gone much farther than I should have allowed, but I was very close to losing control. I could not stop him now even if I wanted to -- which I didn't. "Oh God, Ricky," I said in a quiet voice, "I can't believe how that feels. You are amazing." I felt an orgasm approaching. My legs were weakening and I put my hands on Ricky's shoulders to help me stand. I could not believe how excited I was. Ricky moved his hand to my thigh and began to caress my leg again as he stroked himself. I reached down took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand back up. I pulled his hand up between my legs with more force than he had used when he was rubbing me. The feeling was so intense I began rocking my hips back and forth to increase the sensation. I took hold of his wrist with both hands and pulled him tighter. I began to moan. Ricky began stroking himself faster. "Oh Mom," he said, "I'm going to cum!" That was all I needed. Ricky began to cum and splashed all over my thighs and my panties. I pushed his hand hard against me as the orgasm hit me. I yelled his name and collapsed on top of him. Even after cumming twice in less than an hour he was still hard as I lay on him. There I was. My panties and pantyhose were soaked with my juices and I was covered in my son's cum. I was lying on top of him with his hard cock pressed against my thighs. I should have been sick with guilt, but I was surprisingly happy. I wondered where this would lead. Caught Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of "Caught," but you will understand the story better if you read "Caught Ch.1 by Shoe slayer. I awoke the next morning feeling better than I have ever felt as next to me lies Ella. No longer my grandmother but my lover and I was so content of heart to have her laying by me. I rolled over to be closer to Ella and reached my hand over and cupped her lovely bosom in my hand and she whispered, "That feels so nice Harold, we can do things later. Are you moving in today?" "That's right Ella dear." "Give me another hour and wake me up then." I knew she was tired so I got up washed, and dressed. Then close to the hour I had some bacon in the oven as it cooks much better and some eggs on the griddle coffee going and toast. "Oh what a nice breakfast Harold, yes having you live here will be great. Go out on the door step and grab me the paper please?" I did and as I am getting breakfast ready she sat at the table reading the paper through those gold half-glasses I came all over yesterday. "Come here Harold." I did so and she takes those sexy gold glasses and brushes them against my pants which were pushed out due to my erection. "I like that you like my reading glasses or other pairs. You said you had a good time with my gold square glasses?" "Yes Ella, the ones with the half-moons." "And how do you know that is what the reading part of bifocals is called?" "Well I knew a lady, a neighbor really who I was friendly with. Her husband died and I would help her bring in groceries when I saw her and I asked her about her glasses why they had the half circle on the bottom." "And what did she tell you?" Asked Ella. "She said, 'Come on in and I will show you." "I went in and she told me to sit on the sofa. I did so and she came over with a few pair of her glasses which were ovals and squarish with the half-moons and she had a newspaper with her. She told me to put on a pair and look through both parts to see which was better for reading and as I am doing that she drags a pair over my crotch and smiled at me. Next thing I know my pants are on the floor and she has me in her mouth as she looks at me through her glasses and Ella is was so nice." "Yes I see, you are even bigger now just from telling me about this. Actually we could do that later if you would like." "Oh Ella that would be great." "It will be for the both of us Harold." We finished breakfast and I told her I wanted to go get my stuff and start moving in and Ella was very happy about that. I knew it as I saw the changes in her face and eyes. There was definitely a newer younger look to Ella then there had been and I was so lucky to be the man who makes her feel that way. I was back around three that afternoon with boxes of my stuff and Ella told me to put them in her large closet. I am telling you the feeling I had of being settled and having a hot older lady as my lover is the best thing going "Harry, I would like you to dress up after supper in my clothes and I like it that you cross dress. But my clothes are a bit big on you and we can start going out and buying you skirts and blouses that will fit you better. I love you and will help you with your other side, your feminine side. I will show you how to do make-up and other things." So after a supper of burgers done out on the grille and baked taters and salad I dressed up foe Ella. I wore a black skirt with a white blouse and ruffled v neck Ella's heels fit me fine and I was looking good. "Harold you look very nice but you need boobs, and It just so happens I have a pair for you. I forgot to tell you earlier but here they are." "I thought of that Ella from time to time." "I mean you look like a carpenters dream, "Flat as a board and easy to screw." You'll look much more womanly now." I could not believe it, real fake bosoms with nipples even. I took the blouse off and stuffed my bosoms into the silky lacy bra I had on and what a feeling. Ella came over and touched them up a bit telling me how they should be put in. I put her blouse back on and Ella handed me her gold half-glasses with beaded eyeglass chain. "Put these on Harold." "Now you look a lot more womanly." "Harold, you need a feminine name to go with your other side, you do know that right?'" "I have thought about it but did not know if I was getting too into this by giving myself a woman's name Ella looked at me in a funny way. "Harold, your wearing fake boobs, a skirt;blouse; heels; my half-glasses and ear rings; wig and you think having a feminine name would get you into this too far? That is kind of funny. So why not start thinking of a name you would like?" I have a few ideas for later but have you been practicing finger technique?" "Not today Ella as I was moving in." "Right, well do an hours worth of practice with at least fifteen minutes of Hanon in there. Go over the 1,4 and 5seven chords of all the keys and I like looking at you dressed as a woman with bosoms." A while later Ella comes in and asks me to give her a demo of my efforts I did so and she was very pleased. "Lets go to bed now Harold." So I followed her in and she stripped off her clothes and asked, "Mind if I suck some cock?" To which I answered with real feeling, "Hell no." Ella is sitting on the side of the bed and I am standing there in front of her with my skirt and slip pulled up and panties off to the side. She takes all of me in one gulp and her mouth is so soft and warm inside and she is wiggling her tongue on the tip of my dick as she is bobbing her head back and forth with her silver oval glasses part way down her nose. That too is a turn on as she would wear them farther up being bifocals. Ella surprised me by reaching a hand up and touching my bosom. She took her gold half-round glasses that were resting upon them and rubbed them over my blouse covered boobs and it was at that time I came in spades and did it feel wonderful. Ella took the whole load, never once letting my cock out. She was experienced in this and that meant she really liked it. I loved it and I was starting to realize there are more places to put a cock than one would imagine. "So Harry, how was that?" Asked Ella. "Just great Ella, you took the whole load, and then some! "I wanted it bad and my idea of touching your tits with my half-glasses worked. You do know that women like to play with each other...right?" "I heard of that at times and I think it is nice Ella." "That is good because women can please each other by use of a dildo and I may introduce you to a few of my friends, how do you like that, and by the way I like that you have a fetish for my heels." "Go to my closet and get my dress heels any pair in patent black is fine." I brought over a nice pair of sweet walkers with bows and she starts rubbing them all over down there and it felt nice, really. That cool black smooth heel all over my balls and cock, done by my lover, does it get any better than this? I rather doubted it. It was as though she read my mind. She got up and went to her dresser and from it took out a few pair of glasses. gold square glasses with half-moons as were the blue square pair. She starts rubbing them along my cock and under my balls and I loved it but not expecting to get off again so you can imagine how I felt when I blew a few gobs of liquid love all over her granny glasses and she licked the cum up as if she hadn't had any for a while. Well hell it was all of twenty minutes or so since she had my cock in her lovely head, must have seemed like years to her. "Well Harold let's hit the sack, I'm bushed." "Sure thing Ella, I am too. So I climbed in we snuggled a bit and Ella says, "That cock of yours is getting bigger all the time, I think the more I do things with it, the bigger it gets. And Harold put those two pair of glasses in your drawer, that way they are there when you want to do things. I saw how hard you got when I touched you with them." "Oh thanks Ella." "Harry, same goes for my heels too, you know where they are. If you have to do things at times I understand but, save me some too huh?" "Sure thing Ella. Next morning I decided to do some waffles and fried eggs with sausage. Ella loved a good breakfast. So I am standing at the counter making up waffle batter and she tip toed in and with her gold half-rounds down her sexy nose, she plants a kiss on me that was quite impressive, then she went for my mouth and our tongues danced. "Look at this, eggs, waffles and sausage. My stud muffin is really something in the kitchen." I had plans to make her an angel cake later as I knew she liked that a lot. "Harold, I will be out for a bit later, so why don't you get in some real practice while the house is quiet." "Sure Ella, it is the other way to get to Carnegie hall as opposed to two rights and a left off the freeway." So later when she was out I whipped up an angel cake and it came out just fine. I practiced some more as it was cooling off then I split it so as to have two cakes dug out the middle a bit and filled with blue berry pie filling, put the top back on and gave the cake a light sprinkle of confectioners sugar. I gave thought to doing myself but I figured it would be nicer to cum all over my lover. Ella came back around four and had a few things for me like panties slips and brassieres as well as a few skirts and blouses. I was so totally surprised and very pleased that my lover encouraged my softer side to come into full bloom. Ella was quite pleased I loved what she had gotten me but was even more pleased when she saw the cake. "Where did this come from? did someone drop it off?" "No Ella I made it for you." "You made me a cake on my birthday?, that is so sweet and loving." She grabbed me with her bosoms pressing hard against me and gave me some real tongue. I had no idea it was her birthday, I just made it because I love her. "Ella, I made the cake for you because I have so much feeling for you, I had no idea it is your birthday, otherwise I would have gotten you a card too." "The fact you made me a cake is wonderful as it is, very loving and later we will do some new things in the bedroom. You know anything about bonding?" "It is part of article 250 in the national electrical code concerning grounds, equipment grounding." "Oh maybe I should have said bondage." "I know nothing about bondage but have no trouble learning." "Good attitude, always strive to learn more." Said Ella. Later that evening I learned about bondage. Ella did not have chains and ropes, she had a number of long belts with two rows of holes. She had my hands tied behind me then to the headboard, same with my feet to the foot board. Ella then starts to touch me allover with her various pairs of glasses and high heels. Ella kept stroking my cock and balls with her glasses and heels and there I was in bed donning a bra with falsies and my manhood standing up stiff as a flagpole. Ella decided it was time so she got her self up and on me and it felt so great. She is looking at me through a pair of gold square glasses with the half-moons and is licking my new boobs. I did not really feel this but seeing her lick them was a turn-on and I am bucking at the hips, thrusting my meat up into my lover. It is a turn on when your lover is on top and you see her lovely bush going up and down your rod as well as seeing her pussy juices make your cock glisten with love sauce. "Faster, harder."Spoke Ella in a voice of seriousness. I slammed the throttle of this love machine forward another few notches increasing not only the strokes but the strength behind them as well. Ella looking is at me through her sexy half-moons and licking my tits. yeah tits, I blew my load so far up into Ella, her eyes had blue sparks in them. Now that is the way to love your lover. She thrashed and bucked and I could tell she was having as good a time as I was. I had cum and pussy juices all over me but that was fine as after Ella was satisfied as she licked the stuff off me. "Well, even tied up you gave Ella something to really be happy about, that was great. I might just leave you tied up for the night." "I don't think so Ella for one thing I have to do a few things and two, if you want as good a time as this I will need some sleep." "Yes of course, you can't tell when I am kidding?" "Apparently not Ella, it was very nice, that's for sure. Frankly speaking, I like being tied up." "That is good because the man will be here Monday to put up the mirror and hooks on the ceiling. " "WHAT MIRROR?" "The one for the ceiling you silly Billy." "I had no idea you were So into this Ella." "Oh fa Gods sakes Harry I am kidding. You really thought I was into that sort of thing?" "I have to say yes and though I did like being tied until you brought it up I had no idea you thought of such things." "Harry, I read books, some are quite funky and a lot of things get spoken of. It is just that I thought you would like being tied up and having me drag my black sexy heels over your cock and balls as well as my half-glasses and my other glasses with the half-moons you so much like. "Oh yes I loved it Ella, but you are kidding about the mirror and hooks right?" "Oh I don't know. . .I am not doing anything in the near future if that makes you feel better."