6 comments/ 97852 views/ 18 favorites Confessions Ch. 03 By: rlaflamme Chapter 03 - Mrs. V. Thank you 69playgal69 for the editing. I am a happily married woman of seventeen years. I have three wonderful children, all of which are in high school. We cat, two dogs, and few worries. My husband and I are still very sexually attracted to each other after all these years, and it is rare not to be satisfied when the need arises. So, with all of this said, I must confess about the desire I had acted upon a few months back. It all started about a year ago, my eldest son had a friend over, Kevin, for a couple nights. They had just had a football game and his parents were out for the weekend and we had agreed that he could stay with us while they were away. At first it was nothing unusual, or odd, he was my boys friend, coming to visit. He gave me the stare a couple of times when I had seen him before, but that was common from the young boys, I was considered a milf, or what ever they call it, and it didn't bother me. In fact it quite often made the sex with my husband more erotic. After dinner Kevin and my son went upstairs with the other kids as I cleaned up, as usual. My husband was heading out to meet some friends that night and it left me to watch over the household, and I was good with that, there was little to worry about in our neighborhood. So as I was washing the dishes, I felt like I was being watched though and I had to take a look around, and there was Kevin. I don't know how long he was standing there, it was easily noticed that his eyes had been focused on my ass. "Kevin?" I asked, acting as if I didn't notice, I didn't want the boy to be embarrassed over a natural thing, "can I help you?". He smiled and tried to play cool, "Ah yes, Mrs. V." They all called me Mrs. V, Vasalinni is just to long to say all the time, "I was wondering if I could get some milk." I smiled at him, more to myself as he stumbled on his words, he must have know he was caught, " Yes, ill get you some Kevin, I don't need dirty shoes on the clean floor" He managed a smile and I turned to get a cup and felt his eyes on me once again. Of course being used to be stared at this never had an effect on me, but this young man, did. He was tall, muscular, and very handsome, and I found myself liking his eyes on me. I chuckled to myself for the oddness of the thought, but as I was pouring his milk, I felt my pussy getting wet from his eyes. I quickly moved to him and handed him his milk, he reached out quickly as well and we clashed hands sending the milk from my hand to the floor and shattering the glass. He jumped back and I smiled, "No use crying over spilt milk," I couldn't believe I even said, but I did. He managed a weak laugh and I hurried to get another glass for him. When I turned his hands were in front of him and I swear I could see he was stiff under his pants. He kept one hand in front of him as he carefully took the glass from my hand and practically ran up the stairs with a meek, "thanks Mrs. V." I chuckled to myself as he left, at least he got some enjoyment from it. And I was going to receive some enjoyment that night from it. I awaited my husbands return in thinking a good romping from him would take the thoughts of the boy exciting me away, however, with every touch of my husband I thought of Kevin touching himself thinking of me. I could not believe how hot he made me. The next morning I rose early to get some housework done before the kids destroyed it. I was being quiet not to wake anyone as I moved about the house. I folded some laundry and went to the bathroom to place the towels in the cupboard, and I realized, as I opened the door, I was not alone. I opened the door at the same time I heard a grunt, without thinking I looked in just a Kevin released his sperm, his cock was still in his hands and he was still stroking it, his head was back and his eyes closed. I quickly closed the door, trying to remain quiet, but I could not help myself and I peeked in through the keyhole. He released a few more moans as he stroked the cock a few more times, his cum was rolling down his fingers, and I found myself licking my lips watching it, then he whispered, "Ah Mrs. V." I felt my hand move to my crotch immediately and I pressed my fingers against my pussy, I could not believe how hot, how wet, how excited I got seeing him cum, thinking of me. I quickly left the room, and woke my husband, and fucked him hard and fast thinking of it. Luckily for me, the rest of the weekend went by quickly and Kevin and the kids were off to the field to play football, which kept him away from me, and kept my pussy dry. I saw Kevin on and off for the next few months, every time his eyes were glued to my body, his mind, no doubt, stripping me from my clothes and taking me on the spot. And every time I felt my pussy get wet thinking of him doing that to me. I cursed myself for how he made me feel, nobody had ever made me feel that way, and it was my sons friend that was doing it, without intention. Well a few months ago my kids had gone camping with my husband and I heard a knock on the door. I opened and it was Kevin, he was very upset about something and asked if my son was home to talk with. Of course he was off camping but I offered to have an ear for him and he reluctantly agreed to come in. I asked him to have a seat on the couch and offered him a drink. He asked for some water and I hurried off to get it for him. When I returned he was sitting with his head in his hands and I kneed in front of him and lifted his head, "You can talk to me Kevin, I'll help you." He smiled to me and took a sip, he slouched back on the couch and told me how his girlfriend had cheated on him, and he didn't know what to do. I was surprised, a girl cheated on him, he was a masterpiece of a man, and sweet as could be. I caressed his leg as I told him how things would get better for him. And he seemed to appreciate it, offering me that wonderful smile and a "Thanks Mrs. V." every so often. As I knelt there I noticed my hands were moving further up his thigh with every thoughtful caress, and I realized, I was getting wet again. I looked up to him, then down to his crotch, his bulge was large, but not hard, and I suddenly wanted it hard. I smiled and whispered, "You want me to help you feel better Kevin?" He looked at me oddly, "How will I ever feel better Mrs. V. She was everything to me" I decided it was time and slid my hand to his crotch and slowly stroked him through his jeans. His body straightened and he began to move away, with a surprised, "Mrs. V!" But I grabbed a hold of him and shushed him, "Shh, relax Kevin, just relax" I slid my fingers over the buttons of his pants and slowly unfastened them and began to pull them down, "Lift your butt Kevin," I demanded it, and he obeyed, lifting his ass and allowing me to remove his pants and underwear in one easy pull. I slid my hand back to his cock, it was larger then I had thought and fully hard now, I smiled up to him, "Our little secret Kevin" Then I moved up onto him and licked the underside of his cock, then slid my tongue down it to suck lightly on his balls. My hand began to slowly stroke him as my mouth closed over his balls and I sucked softly, rolling them on my tongue. He started to moan and I realized this would be a quick orgasm for him and placed my mouth over his cock and began sucking on it, rapidly bobbing my head up and down and my fingers caressed his balls. His cum came in hot waves, and I took them deep into my throat, latching my mouth on his pulsating cock as he came. I swirled my tongue around his cock encouraging his cum to spray into my mouth, drinking up his young sperm. My fingers caressed his balls some more as I felt his cock beginning to soften, I cursed to myself, the hell with him being done, I was going to have him inside me, I needed his cock in me. I looked up to him and withdrew him from my mouth and slowly licked at the tip of his cock. I moved my lips down his shaft, lightly licking the underside of his cock and felt the rigidness returning and smiled to myself. I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second, and I slid my hand down my own body, and hiked my skirt up around my waist as my mouth kissed at his stiffening cock. I pressed my hand against my panties and felt the heat of my pussy, the wetness of my panties moving on my hand. I moaned on his cock, my lips vibrating on him, making him stiffer then before, and exciting me more then I had been in a long time. My hand slid under my panties and I tapped my finger over my clit sending shivers of delight up my spine. I licked up his cock and covered the head with my lips and swirled my tongue around it, while I slid a finger through my folds, caressing myself, making myself wetter, more lubricated for when I would slide it over his cock. I shivered in delight again as I thought how good it would be to have his cock deep inside me, how wonderful it would be riding him and feeling his cum fill me. I moaned again, and released his cock from my lips and licked down his shaft. I looked up to him and grinned, his eyes were closed and his chest heaved with the weight of his breathing. I slowly slid my soaked panties down my body and off of me. My tongue flicked at his balls and then I slid my mouth back up his cock releasing a deep moan from his throat. I licked at the head them moved my lips further up, kissing at his stomach, then his chest, lightly nibbling on each nipple before moving up to his neck as I slowly stroked his cock with my hand. I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered to him, "Our little secret Kevin is how we made you forget about her for a while" I couldn't believe I was about to let him slide inside me, and I couldn't believe how wet thinking of his large cock spraying his young cum in my pussy made me. I slid up onto him and moved his cock straight up and slowly lowered myself upon it. His eyes widened in delight as he started to enter me, his large cock spreading my pussy lips was pure magic and I stopped with just the tip inside to savor it. His hands moved to my hips, unsteady and shaking with nervousness, I giggled to myself and slid my pussy further down his cock until he filled me and I could feel his thighs on my ass. Slowly I moved my hips in small circles, then back and forth rocking his cock inside me. His hands clamped unto my waist and I moved mine to his and guided them to my ass, I whispered huskily to him, "My ass Kevin, squeeze my ass". He did as he was told, slowly squeezing then caressing my ass as I started to move up and down his cock, moving my hips slowly as I rode him. I moved one of my hands behind and fondled his balls as his breaths began to quicken and moved my other down my own body pressing my fingers against my clit as I moved on him. His body was shaking and he grasped my ass tightly, I could feel his cock fattening inside me and could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to avoid cumming inside me. I giggled to myself, "Teenagers, never know when to let a woman feel their cum inside him" I had my tubes tied many years ago, and I was not about to allow him to rob me of the pleasure of feeling his cum in my hot pussy, my pussy that was burning with desire. I leaned back down to his ear and rode him faster, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, and breathed into his ear, "cum inside me Kevin, let my feel your cum in me." He held back no longer and I felt his explosion, I could feel the hot cum splashing inside my hungry pussy, the hot streams of cum slamming against the wall of my love box. I caressed his balls as he came, and continued to ride him, emptying him as best I could. His breath was heavy and hot on my neck, his moans were loud and the moisture of his lips wet my shoulder as he buried his face when he came. I felt his cock beginning to soften and realized I had been so hot on feeling his cum I had avoided my own orgasm, this could not happen, not now, not that I had gone this far. I slid off of him and slid my body higher on him, my fingers spread my pussy as it neared his face. He went to protest but I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed it to my dripping pussy, pressing him against me. "Lick my pussy Kevin, suck your cum out of me," I demanded it and he obeyed, his tongue flicked over my folds then inside me, moving in small circles. I moved my fingers from my nether lips and placed two on my clit massaging it as he tongued me. I rocked my hips on his mouth as I felt his cum drip from me and my own orgasm building on his mouth, I moaned to him, telling him how hard I was going to cum for him, and without anymore warning my flood gates opened, my orgasm rocked my entire body, my stomach tightened, and released several times as my pussy grasped at his mouth, my legs shook like a tree in a hurricane as my sweet woman juice mixed with his cum and rolled down his chin. I pressed on my clit a bit harder to help me finish off as his tongue steadied inside me. I released another soft moan and lifted myself from his mouth. I slid down beside him and kissed his lips softly, tasting his cum and my own from his lips, "Now Kevin, I want you to remember what a woman can do and forget about the ones that cant," my voice was a whisper, and daring, "You can not tell anyone about us, but please think of what I can do next time you play with her. You want revenge on her Kevin, play with her and think of me, think of your cock inside me again, and give her a good hard fucking. Do you understand me Kevin?" He managed a nod and answered me a dry, satisfied throat, "Yes Mrs. V. I will do anything you want." I smiled to myself, how hot, how sexy, how horny it made me knowing that he would in fact do anything I told him to. I had never dreamed of doing something like this before, but now I thought of doing it a lot more often. The control was almost intoxication and I immediately thought of taking him again. But he was young and not quite ready, evidence shown in his limp cock. I smiled to him, and kissed his lips softly, "Now get dressed Kevin and go home." He moved quickly to my demand, shakily putting his clothes on and moving to the door. He turned as he opened the door and spoke softly, "Thank you Mrs. V. Thank you so much." Then he spun and hurried off. I smiled again and slid my hand back down my stomach, the session with him was over, but I was going to cum again thinking about it. And believe me, I did, several times. Confessions of a Mother Pt. 01 I sat down on the couch and let out a nervous breath. "What brings you in today," asked Jill? Well, I need to get a few things off my chest and I am hoping that you can help me. "That's what I'm here for, Lori," said Jill matter-of-factly. Okay, this is how it started... My daughter, Jayme, has been out of control for awhile. Ever since her sister moved out she hasn't been the same. Allie went off to college and Jayme stepped right in as my biggest challenge. I know she has been experimenting with drugs. I found some weed and a bowl in a drawer in her room. We talked about it. To me, that's not too big of a deal. I've smoked too. I've never claimed to be perfect, and I have always been open and honest with my girls. When it came to things like drinking, drugs, and sex I am open for discussion. My philosophy is that if I stay open with them they will be open with me. It would lead to a healthy relationship and I could support them instead of being someone they feared. Anyway, she had been staying out late - later than I allow. Even though she is eighteen now, I still had rules. I talked to her about it, she apologized, but it continues to be a problem. I wait up because I am worried about her. I don't want anything bad to happen to her and at the same time I can't just sit up all night and do nothing. So, I started chatting online. It helps me pass the time and occupies my thoughts. I've come to enjoy it. It turned into something that I am not proud of; I'm ashamed. "So, you're embarrassed about chatting online, then," Jill asked? It's not that at all. I am embarrassed about who I've been chatting with, the content of those chats, and the outcomes. Let me explain... Jayme was out doing who knows what about two months ago. I was talking to a guy named Joe. I was in a local chat, so it didn't surprise me that he lived only a few miles away. We talked about all sorts of things including Jayme. I explained to him that I couldn't sleep knowing that she was out so late. He understood. For awhile we talked about his own kids and how he worries about them. His kids are younger, though, so it's not quite the same. He was fascinated by Jayme and wanted to know all about her. It seemed innocent enough at first but then it took a sexual turn. I knew I should end the chat and move on, but part of me liked to talk about it. So we talked about sex. He talked about sex with his wife - which was no good by the way - and I shared some information about guys I've dated since my husband left me five years ago. We traded pictures of our kids and while my questions about his were rather innocuous, he was intent on talking about Jayme sexually. Look, I knew she had been sexually active since she started high school. She had confessed to having relationships with three or four boys over the years but I had no interest in details. Since she turned eighteen, however, we did talk about details. More details than I'd like to admit, but it happened. Her boyfriend, Shawn, has spent the night at my house a few times and I know what went on. I know because I could hear them. I wasn't disgusted with them as I listened. I was disgusted because I wasn't disgusted. I know this makes little sense, but hear me out... So, I happened to find some 'naughty' pictures of Jayme and I sent them to Joe when he asked. I feel terrible about it. There were one or two topless photos along with others of her and her friends goofing around. It's not like she was having sex or anything. I know I shouldn't have sent them, and I feel horrible about it, but there was a part of me that enjoyed sending the pictures to him. I got a rush from it. I knew what he was most likely doing and it kind of turned me on. He and I spent a few of nights talking and we finally decided that we would meet in person. I met him for a drink and he seemed harmless. He was a good looking guy, not the best I've seen, and very down to earth. Nothing sexual happened between us that night but there was a bit of flirting. I had never been with a married man and I really had no intention on doing anything with him at all. A few nights later he asked me a weird question. He asked me if I would like to watch him fuck Jayme. The answer to the question made me sick in my stomach. I was turned on by the thought. The thought of watching a man fuck her made me horny, but she was my daughter, and I couldn't accept the fact that I'd enjoy watching. I couldn't help it though. I told him that it would be hot to watch him fuck my daughter. He asked me if he could meet her. Now, I had real reservations about introducing my daughter to a man who, let's face it, I didn't know very well. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to fuck her and jerked off looking at her pictures - the pictures that I, myself, had sent him. I was still tempted but I told him no for now. He didn't fuss and moved on from there. Six weeks ago, we met in person again. This time, I did what I said I wouldn't do. I had sex with him. We kissed at the bar as it was time to leave and it felt good. Next thing you know, I was touching his cock through his pants. It was already hard - I knew it would be. He followed my car back to my house and I let him in. Jayme wasn't home and it was still early, so I didn't imagine she'd be home soon. We made out on the couch before I opened his pants and gave him a blowjob. I swear he was looking at Jayme's picture on the wall as I did it. It felt so right, but so wrong at the same time. I was licking his cock and taking it into my mouth while the both of us thought about Jayme. I imagined watching her suck his cock, tasting his precum, and wanting the load. He was moaning while I sucked and he was guiding me with his hand. It didn't take long for him to give me the load I worked out of him and I devoured it in full. It tasted so good. I hadn't sucked a dick in a few months and the taste made me want it more. We went to my bedroom and things began to escalate. We were about to have sex when he said he'd like to do it in Jayme's bed. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it too. As we turned on the light we kissed. We kissed as we touched each other before falling on her bed. The sex was like magic. He made me cum a few times as I did them same for him. He filled me with his cum and when he pulled out, his cum ran from my pussy and dripped on the bed. Jayme came home and we talked briefly before she headed off to her room. The thought of her sleeping in Joe's cum turned me on. I couldn't stop thinking about it touching her skin. I wanted her to feel it and know that it was cum. I wanted her to be able to smell it. It was horrible for me to have those thoughts, but I couldn't resist. It wasn't long after she went to bed that I felt guilty. I needed to tell her what happened and change the sheets. As horny as it made me feel, it just wasn't right. I opened her door and startled her awake. I told her to get up and I shamefully explained what happened. She took it well. She made some smart-ass comment about me finally getting some. When I told her that he talked about fucking her she was a little surprised. Her eyes got so big! I changed the subject quickly. I was certain that I shouldn't have brought it up. I had a feeling that I just fucked up. When I woke up in the morning, I readied some bagels and orange juice. She came down and took a seat at the table. Immediately, before saying anything else, she said that I should set it up. I wasn't even sure what she was talking about because it came out of the blue. She said it again and then I knew she wanted it too. I was chatting with Joe that afternoon - my addiction to chatting had now occupied various parts of my day - and I told him she would do it. He didn't believe me at first, but when I said about him coming over that night he was convinced it was the real deal. We talked a bit more about it before I got back to work and thought about what would happen. When he arrived it was about 9 PM. She never came home that early and it was kind of awkward between he and I. It was obvious that we were both nervous as we sat silently. We watched some TV before she finally she came home. She laughed when she walked in the door because she didn't believe I would have the nerve to do it. Without saying a word, she took off her shirt and stood before us as we sat on the couch. She slowly walked toward us and she told me to open his pants. With his pants open, his cock sprung forward and she knelt on the floor between his legs. She touched it and looked at me with a seductive grin. She licked her lips before kissing it's head. She ran her tongue around the tip and then down the shaft before she took it in her mouth. Meanwhile, she glanced up at him before looking over at me. I sat in disbelief as I watched my daughter swallow his cock. She did it with ease - like she had done it a million times before. I was wet and my nipples were hard. I opened my pants and welcomed Joe's finger. He fingered me as she licked and took his cock into her mouth. I shuddered with amazement of how good it felt. I had my second orgasm of the night as I watched him twitch and feed her his cum. Before she swallowed it, she opened up her mouth revealing his thick, white, cum on her tongue. She stood up before him and, after dropping her pants, held out her hand. She led him to her room, sporting only her boy shorts, and he took a spot on her bed. I stood there watching as she slowly crawled on top of him licking from the heel of his right foot all the way up his body before dipping her tongue in his mouth. She rocked back a bit and let just the head of his cock enter her pussy before lifting up in a effort to tease him. Then, she slid down all at once and he filled her. I stood quietly watching my daughter ride Joe's cock like a pro. She moved up and down, they both moaned, before they came at the same time. She was on top of him with his cock still hard inside of her. My knees were weak when she rolled off of him and told me to clean it up. As though I were controlled by some outside force, I knelt over him. I licked his, and Jayme's, cum from his partially limp dick. When it was all over, he left for the night. None of us had anything to say. He kissed the two of us goodbye before briskly walking to his car and driving off. Jayme and I sat on the couch together and talked about what had happened. She bragged about having two cocks in one night before she told me she was ready to do it again. "Wow," exclaimed Jill! Before I left the office I scheduled a second hour long session. I still had a lot more to tell. Confessions of a Mother Pt. 02 I arrived at the office about fifteen minutes early. I sat in the waiting room but I couldn't help but to unlock my phone and exchange a few text messages with Scott. I had been talking to him for a few weeks now. The door to Jill's office opened and she walked out with a short, heavyset, man. He looked grouchy and was reluctant to make eye contact. I guess that is typical behavior in the office of a psychiatrist. "Come on in. It's nice to see you." I stood and walked toward the open door. Her office consisted of a couch, a desk and two chairs (one of which she wheeled from her desk). "I hope you weren't waiting too long." "No, just a few minutes." "That's good! How did you feel after your last visit?" I told her that it felt like a weight that been lifted from my shoulders. "Good, Lori, that is exactly how you should feel. So, what are we going to talk about today?" As I took a seat, I was a little curious and I asked her if people typically just sit down and start talking. "For me, yes. Generally, there are two types of therapists. Some like to ask questions and guide the session. My style is more open. You talk as long as you have something to talk about and I will chime in as I see fit, okay?" That sounded good to me. I didn't have the chance to mention at the last session that I only spoke to Joe once after the incident. I guess he was a little freaked out. You know how men are, right? Once they get what they want they move on. I was a little hurt though. I took a big chance by introducing him to Jayme and either he didn't appreciate it or he was too chicken to talk about it. Oh well, moving on... After the incident with Joe, I started talking to a man named Scott. He is a big guy, but not fat. I'm guessing he is 6'3" and well over 200 pounds. He is no body builder, but he is far from a cream puff. Anyway, Jayme and I had become closer since meeting Joe. I gave Scott her contact info and she began to chat with him too. He is 28 years old and owns his own business. At only ten years older, he is closer to her age so they had a lot in common. They really hit it off. He got a kick out of talking to a mother and a daughter - too many guys share that fantasy. Naturally, we talked about sex. He talked about sex with me and he talked about sex with Jayme. We all kind of got off on it. Sometimes Jayme and I would sit in the same room exchanging messages with him while giggling back and forth. We had a blast! The thought of meeting Scott sent shivers down my spine. In this short period of time, I have gone from the mother of a beautiful girl to the a witness (in some ways participant) in her sexual escapades. Anyway, Scott had his own little fetish. He had shared some videos with us of girls sucking cock at gloryholes. I've heard about them in the past, but I really thought they were more of a myth than a reality. Once Jayme and I looked at the videos, we knew they were very real. It was kind of exciting to think about doing it. One night, Jayme and I agreed to meet Scott at a local diner. The diner was outside of the city, but not too far from where we lived. Just beyond the diner was a small adult book store. I had driven by that bookstore a million times as it was located between my house and work. I never went inside, never even thought about it, but I wouldn't be able to say that for long. We met outside the diner and climbed into his truck - we left my car parked. The ride took less than five minutes and there was very little talking taking place. Scott was way hotter than I thought he would be and I was envious of Jayme for having fucked him. I hoped that I would get the chance soon. It was a small square building with a neon light indicating it was open. There were no windows and the door, which was glass, was covered with a dark tint. We parked in the back with about six or seven other cars and walked to the door in the front. The 'ding-dong' of a bell sounded as we entered and Scott approached the counter. For thirty dollars he bought three tokens and placed them in the slot unlocking the turnstile. It was very dark in the back of that store. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. There was a long narrow hallway with doors lined up to the left. To the right, the hall continued to a theater. The first two doorknobs did not turn indicating that the rooms were in use. The third door opened. It was a tight squeeze but the three of us stepped inside. Scott slide a ten dollar bill into a slot next to a small TV and flipped through a few porn movies until he found the one he liked. Then, he instructed us to take off our tops and kneel on the floor. He held up a small camera with a bright light and introduced us to the members of our potential audience. Then, he pointed to the hole in the wall and told Jayme to put her finger through. Seconds after her hand returned to her side, a long, thick, cock emerged. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He gave Jayme's head a push and she began to take it deep in her mouth. I sat and watched as she sucked the cock and I felt warmth between my legs. It took only a few minutes before the stranger unloaded in her mouth. She swallowed the mouthful with ease. I listened and heard the door of the booth beside us open and close. It was already occupied by number two and it was my turn. A wide black cock slid through the hole and Scott didn't have to tell me what to do. I listened to Scott moan as I sucked the mystery cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jayme sucking him. The sight of her sucking made me wet and I wanted it even more. Scott whispered for me to keep the cum in my mouth as my pace picked up. I tilted my head back as he shot his load. Most of it went in my mouth but a few drops dribbled down my chin. Almost simultaneously, he came in Jayme's mouth - she held the cum too. Then, he asked us to kiss. My eyes met Jayme's, our mouths each filled with cum, as our faces moved closer together. We kissed. We passed the thick white cum back and forth as we explored each others mouths with our tongues. I had never kissed a girl like that, and never thought of doing that with my daughter. I won't lie - it was hot. I enjoyed feeling her tongue in my mouth and the feel of the cum being passed back and forth. I enjoyed the taste of it. It was fantastic. We both showed the cum to the camera one more time before we swallow it together. My heart was pounding as I leaked juice from between my legs. I needed one inside me urgently. There was a knock on the door and Scott opened it up. He took Jayme by the hand and led her out as another man entered the room. He was older than me but not by too much. He smiled as he closed the door behind him and unzipped his pants. I was still kneeling on the floor when he took out his cock and begged me to take it in my mouth. I obliged and took it - semi rigid - at once. I moved my tongue around as it grew double, then triple, it's size. It was warm and I needed it. I sucked for only a few minutes before standing up and leaning toward the wall. With my arms outstretched, I lifted my butt and let him slide in between my legs. I cried out as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of me. I loved the way it felt - the feeling of a stranger inside of me. I pushed back to match his motion before he pushed me forward and I fell to my knees. With my mouth open and waiting, he spew forth a thick, creamy, load. Just like that, he turned around and left the door open. I stood up and slipped my pants back to my waist and left the booth to explore. At the end of the hall, I found Jayme bent over a bench. Scott was recording as she was taking a cock in her ass. There wasn't just one man, but two, who were taking turns ramming her. As the first came, she cried out and then the second shot on her back. I walked over and proceeded to clean her dripping asshole and back with my tongue. The room was now empty and we headed toward the door. Once we found ourselves in the parking lot, we had nothing to say. Scott drove us back to my car, kissed Jayme good-bye, and drove off on his own. He never said a word to me after we left the building. The ride home went quick. We couldn't help but laugh and giggle as I drove us home. Once we arrived, we went to our separate bedrooms and, I don't know about her but, I was off to sleep within minutes. Confessions of a Mother Pt. 03 I was fucked up and I knew it. That is why I sought out counseling in the first place. I first met Lori to talk about what had happened in the past, but I had no idea that he future would be even more disturbing. It all began like this: My daughter Allie was four years older than Jayme. We didn't have the best relationship, but it was much better that night. When Allie was just 17 years old, I found myself in an interesting predicament. Her boyfriend Joel was 21 years old and despite the age difference, I did approve of him. He was a nice guy, athletic, and very handsome. He lived with his parents during his breaks from college, but he spent a great deal of time at my house. He was happy to find a beautiful girl with an open-minded mother. I didn't ask any questions, and Allie didn't share much with me. I was okay with that. Jayme would have been 13 at that point and she was having an awful time at school. She took up much of my time and Allie had a lot of freedom. I'll admit I was a bit neglectful and didn't follow her comings and goings much. She was a good girl and I trusted her. One night, however, she must have fallen asleep early and Joel came downstairs to watch TV with Jayme and I. I don't remember what we were watching because I was focused on some work that I had brought home. Before I knew it, Jayme went back to her bedroom because it was a school night and nearly ten o'clock. I had the feeling that Joel was watching me type on my computer but I didn't think much of it - I didn't even look up. He asked what I was doing and I told him about my job and all of the work I couldn't finish in a nine hour day. He acted interested - I don't know why. It was boring work and nothing a 21 year old would be interested in. I closed my laptop after a few more minutes and opened a bottle of beer that he had brought me from the refrigerator. Soon enough, I joined him on the couch and we watched TV. After a half hour, and two bottles of beer, he reached over and touched the back of my hand. I wasn't sure what he was doing. He returned his hand to his lap and the conversation resumed its casual pace. He reached over again, taking my hand, and placed it in his lap. I pulled away quickly; I had no idea what to say. I sat there, it was awkward, but he talked as if nothing had happened. I can't explain why, but I shrugged it off and went back to my beer. When he grabbed my hand again, he wasn't letting go. I began to shout at him but he told me to shut my mouth. He had covered my mouth with his other hand. Letting go of my hand, he unzipped his pants and revealed the bulge that had grown beneath his boxers. It was big and had a bit of a curve. He told me that he was going to take his hand away from my mouth and that as long as I didn't scream, and do as I was told, that nobody would get hurt. I saw my life flash before my eyes and my heart was racing. I was even more worried about my sleeping girls. The head of his penis was peeking from the elastic of his shorts and he reached down and let it spring up. He told me to suck it, so I took it in my mouth and did as he said. Before long, I lost my inhibition and began to like the feel. It slipped in and out of my mouth with that slurping sound I just loved to hear. I cupped his balls and I took it as deep as I could without gagging. As much as it was wrong, I didn't resist. As much as I didn't want to be doing this, somehow I did. He pushed my head up and slid my pants down as I got back to my feet. He pulled me closer, his pants and boxers around his ankles, and guided me onto his lap. I felt him enter and I shivered with a blend of excitement and horror. I bounced up and down on his cock, for what seemed like only a few minutes, before he pushed me off and turned me around. He worked me backward and maneuvered his dick into my ass. It hurt! I hadn't been fucked like this for a long time. Much slower than the last time, he eased himself in and out. I could feel his cock begin to throb when he pushed me off, turned me around, and told me to get on my knees. I took his dirty dick back in my mouth and he grabbed a hold of my head. He was rough and I liked it. With his cock shoved as far down my throat as possible, he unloaded several streams of cum that both choked me and ran through my mouth and nose. He wiped his dick on my shirt which was thrown beside him and he got up without saying a word. I cried. I cried because I was raped, and I cried because I liked it. I was embarrassed. Is this how he treated my daughter? I sure hope not - unless of course, that is what she wanted. I gathered my things and went to bed. I awoke to Allie crying at my door. She told me that he dumped her and that it was all my fault. He told her that I seduced him and when he refused I told him to leave and never come back. I wanted to be there for her, but I couldn't. Not only did he rob me of my body, he robbed my of my daughter who would never trust or believe me again. Allie spiraled out of control in the year or two that followed.