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Mimi and Me

By: RetiredReprobate



Dad married early, and they had just one kid, which was me. Trouble was, Mom died having me. Dad got a girl, late teens old, to baby-sit and help to take care of me. Then he got the sitter 'in trouble,' (i.e., pregnant) and had to marry her about a year later. She lost that child late in the pregnancy, which left just me. So I called her "Mimi" from my earliest memory. There must have been some trouble; I just didn't know exactly what, 'cause Dad and "Mimi" split when I was in middle school. It was a pretty good marriage, they both said, they just drifted apart. Actually they both had some affairs. Dad told me about Mimi's affairs, but I never heard about her side of the story.

Anyway, the court assigned me to Dad, as he had all of the family money. I suppose I should have suspected something with that arrangement, but I was just a kid, what did I know. Mimi left town, and dropped out of sight, except for birthday and Christmas cards, I thought. I stayed in L. A. with Dad.

Dad took care of me, but continued his affairs, each a little shorter than the one before, until he was down to one-night stands with hookers. Some of the grunting sex he did was getting kinky, and I knew there were drugs in the house. After the divorce, he seemed to get out of control more often. There was booze and worse. He had plenty of money, so I didn't worry too much, until I came home just after my high school graduation night, and found him dead in the living room, dick hanging out and recently crusted, with a needle still in his arm. The coroner said it was a goofball, heroin and cocaine mixed, and really pure stuff. Plus a long-untreated case of clap, serious heart disease and advanced AIDS. I got tested and passed OK, but I never suspected things had gone that far.

Dad's attorney was a brick, right then, and helped me obtain emancipation, declaring me to be an adult at just past 18. There were a couple of term life-insurance policies, in addition to his investments, which netted me about a million as seed money. So I passed up college, and took crash courses in investing at the public library, a couple of brokerages and night school courses. I got a discount broker and started a supervised investing program, setting up things into groups of ultra-conservative investment for income and moderate-risk investment for growth. I made money finishing up the dot.com boom, and kept it in a cash position through the bust. He helped me sell the house, so I could move into an apartment, and set up a short-term trust to keep my money safe until I reached 21. Not too scruffy for a 20 year old guy.

This didn't leave much time for a social life, but the girls in high school were the usual, giggly airheads; or gold-diggers; or quiet and studious; or nascent social liberals and radicals. I wasn't in college, so college girls wouldn't give me the time of day, too. I couldn't meet girls in bars, either, being underage. Buy it from hookers, or go down to Tijuana? No thanks. So I made do with Freddy Feel-Good and his Funky Little Five Piece Band.

I had to inventory the house and its contents, for the estate sale. I decided to keep very little, on my attorney's advice. Business papers, tax records, stuff like that. Some of Mimi's old stuff, from a box in the back of the garage. And the contents of dad's safe. He'd never given out the combination, or told me how to get in, but I just applied a little psychology, searched his office, and found it written on the back of the fake picture of the life-size nude he had in his home office. Ten minutes, tops, to get it open. 

That's when I discovered the pile of letters from "Mimi." He'd kept all of them from me. I couldn't bear to read them all. I also discovered that, for several years, his support checks—which I was publicly made aware of, mailing each one per month—were made out to a fake address. The money had gone for coke and junk. Even the letters I'd written had gone to the same fake address. She hadn't heard from either of us for a long time. Her coolly worded cards to me for Christmas and birthdays were fakes, handwritten and signed by a hired someone else.

[I can't say anything good about hard drugs. Pot and pills are OK, if you take care of yourself, use sparingly and stay focused on the good things in life. But the big drugs suck. They take over your life, and focus you down to the next few fixes, and to a totally self-centered view of everything, completely justified only to the user. 'Nuff said! ]

I checked out her real address. She'd wound up in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and working a little dead-end job, when the support checks petered out. Nowhere near enough money to hire an attorney to get back payments made.

Sort of perversely, though, I leafed through the folder Dad had compiled on her, over the years. Oh, my, did she have some fun with Dad. There were even photos (Polaroid's) of some 'suggestive' poses. Probably tame by current standards (where girlfriends and wives pose waving American flags clenched tightly in their pussies) but kind of raw even for the 60's. I found myself with a boner before I realized that this was my "Mimi," fer God's sake. It took some time to fight it down. She was a topless looker, with straight black hair and eyes, and ... whoa, guy, get that turgid meat back down. 

Dad had listed all her affairs, by name of lover and by acts committed. He'd even audiotaped some sessions, with a hidden microphone, onto cassette tape. Trembling a little, I played a couple. Jesus H. Christ could that girl squeal! There was one section where I didn't hear anything except for grunts, heavy breathing, Mimi's gasps of, "yes, yes, yes," and the liquid squelch and suck sounds of hot, sloppy-wet sex ... which grew more pronounced as the tape went on, and on, and on, until she loudly, explicitly and graphically came, over and over. Think about an articulate porn queen on speed. I thought I could hear the spunk of her lover, squirting out her body, with each spasming thrust. Aw, shit, now I had another ultra-rigid erection to get rid of. Cold water and frantic jacking off just barely got me back to normal.

When the financial stuff was done, I found myself comfortably invested, with a nice income, but no friends or commitments. Nearly everyone from school had gone off to college, got a job away from town, or disappeared in one way or another. The couple of 'friends' that were left hit me up every chance they had for handouts or backing this or that flimsy scheme. When I wouldn't come across and then dropped them, they complained to anyone who'd listen, slandered my name and reputation, and swore revenge.

Talking things over with my attorney (the brick), I somehow found myself on the road to Albuquerque, New Mexico, in a car with most of my stuff in the back. No apartment, no ties.

I figured it out while stopping at a motel in El Paso. My "brick" attorney was lover number 2 (the suck/squelcher), and he'd been helping Mimi out with a check now and then. Married, with a jealous wife and three kids, he was worried about his past. I called him back, told him what I found, and let him hear the sound of a crosscut shredder, as I trashed every scrap of information about him in the files I found, including the audio tape (smashed, cut up; and burned). Then I asked him if he'd keep representing me, and where I was, and where headed, and would he please let Mimi know I was coming.

When I pulled into the gravel driveway, off a side street in Albuquerque, I was shocked to see the little apartment, a converted attic over a converted garage, back down a driveway past an old frame house close to the University campus. A cheap place, a starving-student joint. I arrived in the late afternoon.

Reunions are frantic to live through, and difficult to write about. Mostly boring, too. Going through the door, I was seized by a young looking, middle-aged woman ("Mimi"), kissed, cried over, yelled at, kissed, ruffled, patted down, deep kissed, asked of, sworn at, slow kissed with tongue and sat on for quite a while. Now, don't get me wrong, but I really liked the 'sitting on' and 'deep kissing' parts, even if her skirt did ride up her thighs to amazing levels, and her legs were completely wrapped around me, ankles locked. She had a nice bounce, too. She just smiled and tongue kissed me some more, when she caught me staring at her tanned thighs. I got some words in edgewise at about the second hour, and some cookies and milk at the third.

She asked about Dad, but her voice was free of bitterness, just more like 'I've got to do this, but it was a long time ago, y'know' kind of tone. She knew about the overdose, and that I was taking care of the estate (no sense going into detail right then, money talk always complicates things when emotions are stirred up).

I took her out for dinner, to a Mexican place she knew. The conversation turned a little strange, a couple of times, when she asked me about Mary Ellen Radcliffe, our former neighbor. I wasn't sure how to answer her, particularly since Mary Ellen had deprived me of both my virginity and several quarts of semen over the months, when I was 17. I nearly died with the 'hornys' when she moved away with her husband and her pregnant belly. I say it got kind of strange, 'cause when I was stuttering around the questions about Mary Ellen, and why I just had to do household chores for her, I found myself looking down Mimi's peasant blouse, which was exposing quite a bit of cleavage, mostly because she was bending far forward at the table, to hear me give my answers to her 'innocent' questions.

OK, she was falling out of it. That must have been a transparent demi-cup bra, because I couldn't see straps or outlines. The jiggle and sway of her breast tops hypnotized me, and I couldn't concentrate.

Back in her apartment, we applied ourselves to a bottle of good wine for our 'homecoming' celebration. She had called out sick at her job for the next day, Friday, and then we had the weekend. Working on the wine, we had the usual argument about where I was going to stay, which I delightfully lost to my staying at her place, where I already was. Then, about half way through the bottle, and both of us getting a little fuzzy, we had another "discussion" as to where I was going to sleep, which she lost (I just dumped my little overnight duffle on the floor, slumped on the worn couch, and dared her to pull me off) so she got her own bed. 

But she kept looking at me sideways, and smiling a lot. Somehow the peasant blouse had shifted 'way down past her shoulders, holding itself up by pure living and righteous thoughts alone, 'cause the elastic was fighting a loosing battle with gravity, and I was seeing more of "Mimi" than I had counted on. Her nipples were just below the level of the elastic of the top. Goddamn, stepmother or not, that girl had a chest. Not big, but shaped!! Not that I minded, but I was fighting internally to keep my cock at less than half mast (and failing). This was a lot of woman, and I hadn't had any sex since Mary Ellen, and, damn, it was warm in here.

There actually wasn't much difference where I slept, since the bed was a single, and the apartment was sort of one big room, with a curtain to pull across to screen off the "bedroom". When she pulled on the old material of the screen too hard, it ripped and shredded on the spot. We were left with the couch facing the bed. I think this was an accident, even now, but I looked up from the fabric wreckage to catch a little smile on her lips and narrowed eyes, instantly erased by a loud laugh and her comment that, "well, that hasn't been pulled out for a while."

I was offered the little shower first, but said, "no," to which she smiled 'that' smile again, and pulled the curtain around the bathroom cubicle. Then her clothes started appearing, thrown over the top of the curtain pull rod: just the short skirt and peasant blouse. I looked for panties, but there weren't any. No bra either. Sandals were kicked out from under the curtain. It suddenly dawned on me that "Mimi" had been showing off her assets to me during dinner and afterwards. I felt funny about that, but also warm and tingly, that she thought I was attractive enough to show off to.

I heard the water start, as she called me to get a large towel from the worn bureau across the room. "Just pull on the catch of the curtain, and hand it in to me," she said, with a little laugh in her voice. So I pulled, and then tugged again. The entire rod assembly, clothing and all, came out of the wall, off the shower stall and crashed on the floor.

Mimi was gloriously bare in the shower, her still black hair wet and shiny. She had soap suds on her face, and her eyes squinched shut. She was soaping up her body as I watched. Probably I should have backed away, but I was glued to that spot with the epoxy of lust and boner. I'd always had a 'thing' for mature women (Mary Ellen, the neighbor I mentioned, was a trim 42 when she 'paid' me for yard work by pinning me to the floor and impaling herself on my rigid manhood, the first time). So I saw a visibly middle-aged woman, but still attractive, wringing wet, who couldn't see me. A side view, letting me see a small protruding tummy, long muscular legs, and—gasp! —'ski-slope' breasts, still 'perky' and with big nipples protruding.

Water still cascading off her body, she calmly said, "damn, Jim, I should have told you about that curtain rod, it kept happening to me until I learned to hold it with one hand and pull with just the other. Oh, well, I can put it back up tomorrow. Can you get me the shampoo, it's on the toilet seat?"

I dumbly reached over and picked up the plastic bottle, and then reached to hand it to her. Her hand waved where my hand wasn't, so I had to move two steps closer, and put the bottle in her hand, The touch was electric, and we both stopped moving for a couple of moments. I was probably lost right then, 'cause I didn't move away or even close my eyes. She held onto my hand with her two free fingers, for some long, slow magic seconds. I watched her shampoo her hair, still with her eyes closed, and then apply conditioner, which I also handed to her.

Still calmly, she said. "I know you're looking at me. And I'm naked. And I'm your step-mom. It's OK; I like to be bare and watched. It's fun. It makes me excited. Keep on looking. I bet you like my tits. Shall I turn around a bit, show you the rest?"

I croaked from a dessert-dry mouth, "yeah, please."

She turned a quarter around, until I got what the porn people call 'full-frontal nudity'. How to describe a woman, wet, eyes closed, in full voluntary display, and smiling. Waist a little thickened, as expected, but generous hips and a tight, full ass. Long legs, also muscular. Some thick fur at her pussy, but trimmed over her pussy lips, which were full and pouting. Despite the warm water in the shower, I started to drool as her nipples grew, stiffened and protruded, dark red and nearly vibrating. I just watched for a full minute or so, as she turned to show off her ass, and then back to the other side view. Then she rinsed off the conditioner.

She opened her eyes (dark) and looked right at me. "Take a good look, son, then you can help me dry off. I don't really need to wrap up in the big towel, do I, anymore?"

"N-n-n-n-ooo," I stammered.

"That's good. I'm coming out now," she added, as she turned off the water and stepped out, over the ruins of the curtain and stood in the center of the room. Her legs were a little apart, her fur dripping wet, and her breasts swayed and jiggled, as she toweled herself dry, and tied up her hair in a turban with the damp towel.

She stared at me, and asked, "Jim, I gave up lying a long time ago. That lost me most of my friends and my last boyfriend. I feel really sexy, around you. You do know what's happening, don't you, son?"

I may be young, but I'm not dumb. "You're my step-mother and you're seducing me, aren't you?"

"That's right. I like this; it gets all the extra shame baggage out of the way, so we can get to the heart of things quicker. Can we dispose of the guilt, too? Good! How about I pose some for you? I'm sure you found the photos of me in your Dad's things. How about this one? Or this? Or even this one?" My totally nude 'Mimi' bent back, emphasizing her breasts, settled on the bureau, pulled up one leg, leaving the other one slightly bent, and looked up at me from under lowered lashes. Then she improved on the 60's 'nudie-cutie' pin up pose, turning a little toward me as she opened her thighs just a little, for a hint of black fur, and then a fully-19990's pose, pussy proudly displayed through half-opened thighs.

"Like it?" she asked. I nodded, tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. "You're doing a good job of seduction, Mimi," I grinned and said, as she silently stared at my waist and below.

"I can see that," she grinned, gesturing with her delicate chin toward my waist. My God, the erection I had listening to Dad's secret tape was nothing like the one I had now, pushing and straining at the zipper of my Dockers and briefs. I started to stroke the sensitive cloth-covered bulge.

"Oh, son, we can't have you masturbating in public in your clothes. Take it out and let me see it." She added, sadly, " I haven't seen a man, or had a hard cock in front of me, for over a year."

My hands followed her directions, as my straining male member became Aaron's Rod of Iron, standing proudly from the opening of my trousers.

Mimi looked up at me, and smiled, saying, "you know what's happening, don't you, Jim? I'm seducing you into having me for sex. You're going to fuck your stepmother's body in a few minutes. And that'll change everything between us. I'll still be the "Mimi" that raised you, but also your lover. You'll get a lot of power over me, and I want you to have it, and want you to use it while you use me."

"Is this what you really want?" she added, in a throaty voice. I just nodded, starting to move my hips back and forth a little, a motion she saw, and smiled at.

"Get out of those clothes, and then get into the bed, right after me. Then get over on top of me, 'cause I'll be on my back, under you. But don't plunge inside me just yet. I promise, cross my heart, you will do just that and real soon. And I'm going to make what happens next tree-top good for you."

I swore later I ripped the zipper out of my trousers and shirt buttons sprayed around the room. I lurched over to the bed, nearly falling with eagerness. Mimi was there. On her back, legs drawn up in classic missionary pose, hands behind her head. She murmured, "OK son, you get right over me, here between my legs. Let me look at you, my own boy. Let me look at your cock, too. Oh, it's so stiff and red. Now, you look at me." A drop of hot pre-come fell in a long sticky drop, to land on her belly. She grinned a 100-watt smile, as she massaged the drop into her belly flesh. "That was nice. See if you can put the next one on my stiff nip. You can have lots of practice dripping stuff on me, I promise.

Then her face turned serious. She said, low and urgent, "Jim, before we start, I got to say this. You just have to believe me. Write it on your soul, if you can. I WANT this to happen. I want your big penis in my vagina. Better, I want your big COCK in my CUNT. There, I've said it. I WANT you to thrust into me, and I WANT you to come in me."

"And," she finished, "I want the changes this will make in us. As soon as your cockhead slides between my wet lips, we're changed. It's almost incest for us. I want to squeal it out loud, and I want you to say it when you come, if you can still talk then. I'm still your step-mom, but I've become your incestuous dirty slut sex toy, too. And that makes me all shivery. Honey, look at my titties and nipples. See how hard they are. They want you. Now look at my pussy lips. See how wet and shiny they are. There's already a wet spot in the bed, just from my staring at you and wanting your body, and we're hardly started. My pussy wants your big cock."


Mimi and Me



"Go in, RIGHT NOW" she ordered!

"Yes, Mimi," I answered, as she grasped my aching shaft and guided the head between her outer lips.

The warmth hit me like an electric furnace. She was pouring out wet, slippery heat. I felt her lips close around my moving penis. Moving just as slowly as I could, I pushed my swollen manhood into my step-mom's wetness. "Yes, yes, yes, that's it, slowly, you're filling me up. The changes are starting, and it feels so sweet. That's it, keep going, Ah, yes, yes, that how I imagined it would be. Such a beautiful thrusting cock. My own son's cock. No guilt, no shame, soooo good."

I reached the end of my shaft, as my fur and hers mixed. I pushed gently but firmly many times, trying to get further down into her fiery liquid warmth. I felt like my probing, incest-driven penis was floating inside her body. I saw her eyes open wide, and she told me, "oh, yes, yes, you're touching something in there, oh, yes, yes, it's making me tingle, yes, yes, YES, YES, YESSSSSSSS...unngh." Mimi jerked, and her eyes rolled up in her head, and I realized that I'd just fucked my Mimi into her first orgasm. Then she went limp, for an instant, and refocused of my face. "Your cock just made my pussy come. That was nice. I want to take you out to the dessert, strip down topless, bounce my tits for you, and suck you off; would you like that?"

Despite the certain evidence of my eyes, that I had my cock deep into her, and was starting to deliciously move in and out of her drooling female sex, the mental image made my cock jump and spasm. She grinned when she felt it. In between gasps of pleasure, as I thrust into her, she said, "Oh, you (ungh) like that, do you. You (ungh) like your dirty slut Mimi (ungh) to do naughty things outside. You like your (ungh, slam it in hard) slutty fuck toy to talk about (umph, ungh, like that, YES) what's happening to her (shit, you're so hard). I like to (damn it, you fuck good) do that. OoooKay (ungh)."

I started to pull my whole length out, and shove it back in. Her breasts were quivering and jumping with my movements. She caught the direction of my gaze, and gasped, "you like my (gasp, yes) titties, do you. They're real sensitive (ungh, fuck). I can cum with just having (gasp) my titties held and kissed (ungh, yeah, yes, ungh). You can do that (fuck me) to me just about (big hard cock, ungh) anytime. Let's go out in (yes, fuck me, YES) the desert in your (umph, harder) car, and I'll take off my top and (fuck hard, yes, yes) you can make me tit-come every (harder, push) mile or so. Ride on a dirt road so they (harder, shove it in harder) bounce and swing. Yes, that's right, keep fucking, make my goddamn tits bounce, you fucker, yes, yes, YES, YES. Come on, sex me NOW!"

I took her at her word, increasing the power of my thrusts into her body, using the full force of my hips to slam into Mimi. I watched her face get tight. Then she squealed, went rigid, started to relax, and got tight again. She looked like she was having one orgasm right after another, never coming down, every half minute. I increased my pace, wanting to get my orgasm, too. She watched me every second that her eyes were open, as I USED her BODY for SEX.

Faster and faster, I fucked her, driving my body into hers, as she yelled in my ear, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, cum into me, come on, make me proud of you, You're my dick pumping son, and I want your cum in me. DO IT!"

I went over the edge, spurting and squishing my semen into my step-mother's body, screaming mindless things about 'fucking sluts," and "incest bitch," and "cumming in you again and again," my vision becoming red at the edges as my body starved for air, the ecstasy of male sex release pouring through pulsing manhood organ, my world reduced to one spasming penis.

My suddenly spent penis was being rhythmically squeezed by a gripping pussy. My step-mom had a snapper!

Gasping for breath and drained by the violence of my thrusting, I let my body fall forward, covering her sweaty body with mine. She lazily circled and humped my hips, grasping at my shrinking cock with her cuntal muscles, and with that 100-watt grin in place on her lips.

"That was really special. Can I tell Mary Ellen and tell her you still got it? By now, her last kid—the one you put in her—should be about four. She and I arranged it. I hugged myself and giggled every time you made up an excuse to go over there and 'cut her lawn' or 'take out the trash.' I made her tell me every detail, blow by blow, so to speak."

I just goggled at her, as I tried to catch my breath and recollection. My limp cock slithered out of her opening. She kept grinning at me, helped push me over, got up on her knees, and squeezed her tummy muscles. Thick drops of pearl-like glistening thick drops formed. I knew that was our combined sexing, and we both watched them slowly roll down her inner thigh. I alternated between watching my son-fucked Mimi lewdly display the liquid sex we just had, and her swinging boobs, and that with her smiling face.

Breathing back to normal, Mimi got up and washed us both off, which is lucky 'cause I could hardly make my legs move, let alone stand and walk. Mimi sat perched over me, breasts gently moving with her breathing, as she alternated looking at my now shrunken penis (her fault!) and my face.

Still smiling that 100-watter, she said, "That was GOOD sex. I like you inside me. I can still feel you in there. You are going to pump some more of your stuff in me, aren't you?"

I nodded and said, "Oh, yeah," adding, "when you let me, that is."

"Let you? Don't kid an old kidder. I want your cock in my puss, ass, mouth, hands, feet, hair ... anywhere I can possibly get that semen spurting piece of man meat. That goes for my boobs, and my ass, face, back. Anywhere you want to cum on me or in me. I want to show off for you; have sex with people watching; do it with another girl, our legs and arms locked, with you fucking her and then me, back and forth. Just about anytime you want or I want. What did you think of my offers to do you outside?"

"It really turned me on, but were you serious or just turning me into a horny fucker?"

"Oh, Jim, I think tomorrow would be a good day to take a drive out into the desert for some extended tit play. But now, I'm serious. Look at me. Really look. Is there anything you want to change about me? Something you've fantasized about having a woman do."

My fantasy sprang out of my mouth without warning. "Make your pussy bare, Mimi."

"Oh, ho, my son doesn't want anything, not even a little fur, getting between his questing prick and his Mimi's body. Well, Ohhh Kaaay. You have a razor in your kit, I'll bet. Uh, huh. Yeah, that's it. Mmmm, electric, even better. You wish is my cum-mand. Here goes."

With my electric razor in hand, fully charged, she started to trim her fur, right there in front of my eyes, with reddened inflamed pussy lips staring at me. Lips I'd just penetrated a little while ago, hiding a son's semen-filled cock in her lush wetness. First the obvious fur came off. Then she spread her legs, holding them wide, and proceeded to catch and smooth over every hair, going back and forth, then up and down, finally crosswise. Grabbing my hand, she pressed my fingers over the now smooth flesh. I couldn't feel anything but silky flesh and pulsing pussy under my fingertips.

"There," she finished, still widely smiling, "I'll do that as a touchup every morning and evening. Tomorrow, in the car, I'll strip bare and spread my pussy lips in the wind as we drive. You can suck my tits while I cum and cum, and then we can find a place and I can entertain your iron dick inside me until you flood me again, and again, and again. Oh yes, yes, YES."

"Now, remember, this has changed a lot of what we can do. You can't brag about fucking me as your mom or even step-mom. But, if you want, you can show off your fucking me as a wild woman you've met. I think I'd kind of like that. We can have lots of 'adventures'. Let's explore each other. Maybe we can both look up Mary Ellen, and you can fuck her again while I watch. I always wanted to see you fuck her, but I had to keep that under wraps; now I can do it for real. I'd like that a lot."

"Tomorrow, you can take another look at me and see if you want another Mimi-change. I'm really looking forward to doing what you tell me to do, or suggesting stuff to you. Now I really am a dirty incestuous sex toy slut. But, Jim, do you believe that I want to be your dirty slut mother and your fuck toy, and still have me be your regular Mimi, too. Can we be that, please?"

Yawning hugely, and feeling sleep crawl up my body to my eyelids, I said a simple, "yes, you're always my Mimi, and now I can know you completely." Then I was asleep in seconds, with the image of her, breasts gently swaying as she breathed and looked at me.

- - - - -

I heard my electric razor buzzing, as I pried one eye open. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead, we're going out for a scenic and sexy ride today," she announced, still nude, looking at me over a cup of coffee and two aspirin tablets. The bedside clock read 7:00 AM. I stared, still open-mouthed, at her gently swaying breasts and newly shaven pussy. She gently spread her thighs some more, to help my questing gaze. I felt a stirring in my groin and absolutely knew that today would be a multiple orgasm day for me. Inside and on this hottie. I was going to see and feel a totally uninhibited sexy woman.

Reading my mind and my gaze, she said dreamily, "yes, it is; yes, you will; and yes, I am." She added, still with that dreamy expression and a little smile. "It's because I'm your Mimi. I know you now. I'm going to be every woman who ever turned you down for sex. Every one who wouldn't do what you wanted them to do. All the airheads and gold diggers you wanted to screw and couldn't. Every female who you saw on the street that you wanted and couldn't have. Now you're going to have them all, in every possible way, every position, every drippy, slutty way ... through me. Starting right now. You can help me put on my blouse ... you know, from yesterday. Get a good look or ten down the front."

"Drink your coffee. We can get a start with breakfast out, I got just enough cash. Then we take your car out toward Sandia, and into the backcountry. I can hardly wait to strip off my top and make my tits bare for you. Then let's drive down some old roads I know, and let you see everything bounce. I want you to manhandle me, and treat my nips to the attention you want ... that I want. And I'm going to love it. Then I want to feel your fingers and tongue on my pussy, while I scream and cum, over and over. Then we can rest, and then I can take your aching shaft deep into Mama's pussy, and feel that flood of son-spunk I can't get enough of."

I beat her mostly dressed into the car, but only because she had to gather up her pants, blouse, shoes and grab her purse. I hoped we scandalized the neighborhood, as she ran hopping out to the car, pulling on hot pants and holding her blouse over her tits, back erotically bare.

We had Dunkin' Donuts bagels and cream cheese, with juice and milk, which I paid for by simply sitting in the driver's seat and passing the cash over. I stuffed the change, less tip, down the front of her blouse, in the full view of the morning meal crew. They cheered, she blushed, and I got told I'd have to pick out that money with my tongue. I couldn't wait, so I did it. The staff cheered again, and Mimi blushed scarlet ... holding her blouse open to my face and tongue as she did it. 

We drove out of town by the old Gallisteo Road, and turned off on a secondary road, and then off on a dirt track. Noting nothing around but sagebrush and mesquite and cactus, I pulled the jeep to a stop, leaned over for a deep kiss, and said, "I think we're alone. What've you got to show me?"

She turned to me, as she slowly and delightfully unbuttoned and unzipped her tight hot pants, and inched them off her hips. She struggled in the front passenger's seat, as she slid her long legs out of the skin-tight spandex, finally throwing them back into the rear of the car. My Mimi was nude from the waist down. She giggled, and wiggled up to a sitting on one leg position, saying, "Like what you see? I agree, we needed to be alone now. But we don't always have to be. Sometime in the future, why don't we take your old Mimi to a place where some real friendly people can see what you see. I'd like that. I found out I love to be looked at, the barer and sexier the better."

I said, "Mimi, that'll probably get you raped, you know."

"Just as long as you control the show, and save the last fuck for me, I think I'd like to show off just how good I can public fuck, or how many dicks I can take at once," she said.

She added, "time for the tit show, just like I promised." Mimi just pulled off the thin peasant blouse, and threw it in the back as well. My cock, now rigid again, jumped and jerked, as she started a slow, sensuous massage of breast flesh and nipple. Her nipples, already thick and engorged, became even more prominent, as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Hey, Jim, just let me do myself for a little while. I love being so free, so alive. I don't have a car, and I couldn't get out of town at all on the bus, so I couldn't do a strip in the country."

Then she grinned, again, and pointed down the rough road, toward a small hill in the distance. "I've been here once before, though. Put the car in four-wheel drive, and go slow, you're going to like this."

As I started down the rough and rocky road, my nude and perky-titted Mimi pulled her nipples out, clenched between her thumb and forefinger. As the car jolted, bounced and swayed, so did her tit flesh, immobilized only by the distended and turgid nipple and areola flesh. I sucked my breath in awe and lust, as I drove, her breasts stimulating themselves by the motion of the car. Mimi's head was thrown back against the car cushion, and her breath got more ragged, as the weight and mass of her bounding breasts tugged and jerked at the hand-held nipples. A couple of hundred yards, she gave a little scream, and jerked her body. "Ah, I'm coming. Yes, yes, keep on driving, yes".

Then every tenth mile, my horny Mimi came again, and again, and again, as she thrashed her thighs together, and she multiply orgasmed to her destination at the small hill. The tit bouncing road ended around the far side of the hill, at a little clearing, with the abandoned remains of a couple of rusty old cars and a stock tank, long dry. She sighed, released her self-abused nipples and opened her eyes lazily. "I dreamed about doing that, and it was even better than my dreams, 'cause you were watching. You know that I loved to be watched as I have sex. Especially when you watch. Now, why don't you slip your lovely cock into me, and come a gusher. Go fast, I want you to go really fast. I'm ready, no waiting. Come on, guy, rape me good."

I was into her body in thirty seconds, advancing my long, hard pole deep into her fantastically wet pussy. She said, "I thought you were going to go fast, what's keeping you?"

"I just want to look at you, memorize you before I start to fuck hard, Mimi. I've never seen or had any woman like you, not even Mary Ellen. You love sex, the idea of sex, any kind of sex, and you love it with me. I just can't go fast right now, I want to feel all of you."

"Wait until I get on you, tonight, then you can feel all of me. Right now, I need that cock pounding deep inside me, and I really WANT to feel you cum inside me. Time to use your girl for sex. Make me into a sex object. Come on, son; fuck your dirty slut step-mom. I want it so much. And you watch me as I get sexed. Tell me what you're seeing, too"

Suiting my hip thrusting actions to her words, I started powerful thrusts, not holding back, big long thrusts, coming completely out of her hole, and driving back in before the dark oval could close up again. Telling her of her bouncing stiff-nippled breasts, bouncing to my fucking rhythm. Looking down at my driving wet shaft, moving in and out of her hip-grinding body. Despite her squeals and frantic multi orgasmic cumming, I just couldn't do it fast enough and I lasted for a whole five minutes until I blasted her womb with spurt after spurt of my lust-driven semen.

We both collapsed back on the car seats, hers reclined, mine still upright. I started to reach for the car blanket, but she held up a languid hand, and whispered, "no, let's let our stuff dry on my pussy and on your cock. You'll be ready again soon, you're young, and I really want to feel you in my mouth. This time we can go slow, and take a long time. Oh, my tits are so sore. You're going to have to kiss them a lot, to make them better. I think you better start now, they really ache."

So I lowered my head down to her distended nipples and got a long look at a rarity. Stiff, protruding nipples, riding atop a pair of puffy aureoles, and these riding a pair of C-cut 'ski-jump' shaped breasts. The kind with a concave curve on top and a full rounded curve on the bottom. The kinds that stick out and jump with each step. The kind that other women automatically hate and men drool after. The kind I was pulling and sucking into my mouth. The kind that were getting me horny again, The kind that bounced and jerked, as I mounted her again, for a long, slow fuck, so that I could hear her groans and whimpers, long and drawn out, and her near constant orgasms, until I came, in long, slow pulses of jism-loaded pleasure as I drained myself into her again.

Then we slept, there in the car in the blazing New Mexican sun, away from the work and prying eyes.

She woke me in the afternoon, and then she kept her promise, strutting and walking, gloriously nude, boobs bouncing, posing for me on the car, and on the surrounding wrecks. Kneeling naked in the sand in front of me, as she slowly and deliciously sucked my cock out to enormous dimension. She didn't deep throat me, but instead twirled and licked and sucked my length, using her hands and fingertips, for a long time, balancing my need to explode against her oral skills. She made me last half an hour of agonizing pleasure, before I shot another jism-powered stream into her waiting mouth. Then she teased me with more erotic posturing, pose after pose, while I shot a hundred digital pictures, in the fading light and into the night.

We struggled back into our clothes, and drove back to the main highway, for dinner in a little roadhouse we saw on the way. The food was just average, but we would have eaten barbecued rat then and not noticed, through a sated sexual fug.

The only downside was coming back to find an eviction notice attached to her door, accompanied by a crudely-lettered sheet of paper, saying things about sluts, whores, church-going folks and indecent behavior.

She laughed it off, but I could tell she was worried and tense, so I got her stripped down, sponged off and out, in bed and sexily cuddled. Then I told her the real meaning of the word 'indecent:' if it's IN long, and IN hard and IN deep, then it's IN-DECENT. I'd already made my financial decision, actually, when I started this trip, so the explanations were fast and direct.

"Mimi, I've got money for both of us. Let's live together, as a young man and his mature sex-wild slut fuck toy. What do you have to move here, that you just can't live without? What would you take if there were a fire and you had 2 minutes to get out? How much would you mind leaving all the cheap stuff here, and letting me dress you ("I promise I'll let you wear regular clothes, too," I said as I lied through my teeth)?

She raised her eyebrows to my little speech, and added, a little quickly, "ya know, Jim, I want to stay with you. But we can't just plan to fuck forever. We'd have to come up for air sometime. You're going to be criticized for not dating girls your own age." Her hands mischievously started a slow massage of my stiffening penis again, guaranteeing an erection and more sex. She went on, "and I'll get mine for robbing the cradle. And we'd have to really live together: my clothes in your space, my female temper and differences." Her stroking got more insistent, as I started pulling on her nipples. "We'd have to shop for food, pay bills, have neighbors, hear gossip about us. You know, live with other people. I might have to take another job sometime. We'd have to sleep, too," she added, gasping as I turned her over on her back and forcefully thrust my large cock in her sex-drooling womanly opening, starting the slow fucking we both found we like best, at least at first.




Mimi and Me



The rest or her arguments were lost in liquid loving, as I heard the most erotic sounds I've ever known: the slurp/suck of hard lusty man moving inside very willing wet woman, and the panting of "yes, yes, yes," as she responded to each slow penile thrust. Her female ejaculations oozed out around my cock, this time, as I pulsed my jism into her, in slow powerful waves of flowing sex.

We fell asleep again, having agreed that, yes, we could live together, and that we'd better talk over some more details while joined at the groin as soon as possible. 

We were out the door for the last time at 10:00 AM the next day, leaving the apartment keys in the landlord's mail slot, and her job with a hastily-vague call about a family emergency, leaving a PO box number for last wages and tax stuff. We took just two small suitcases of essential stuff. No forwarding address for the apartment, 'cause I knew that she'd never see the deposit again. Not that it mattered to her, now.

I thought we'd shop for her clothes in Albuquerque, but she wanted none of it, so she teased me by riding out of town and down the long highway in just denim miniskirt and a crop-top. The crop-top went as soon as we were out of town, heading south toward Roswell. That girl loved to show off her breasts. I let her, especially when, out in the open on the back roads, she pulled up her skirt, and then spread her legs wide, feet on the dashboard, letting the sun and the wind play over her fuck-engorged pussy lips and pink flesh, pulled back by her two hands. I had to stop twice, on the way to a motel near Roswell: once to slurp her to oral sex multi-orgasms, and then, some miles later, to jam my lust—crazed dick into her body, shooting my stuff into her as she writhed and screamed, on the ground beside the car. That patch of grassy road shoulder will never be the same again.

That afternoon, in a Roswell (the UFO place) motel, after I forced her to shop for regular clothes, we had a 'family chat'. Well, actually, I was hard and she was penetrated by me, but she was on top, and we weren't in any hurry. Her marvelous and still self-abused tits were swaying as we both gently pressed our bodies together in the slow rhythms of sure but distant orgasm, now still over the horizon, but as sure as the sun would set in the west. There seemed to be a pattern emerging, as we settled into our erotic body rhythm dance.

We decided we needed to live in a place where an obviously slutty older woman fucking a boy toy wouldn't raise an eyebrow. I thought that meant probably near Las Vegas, but she pointed out that Northern California had some communities that would fit us, and that there was Sedona, in Arizona, and Barstow, in the Southern California dessert. We decided on Barstow, but to look for a place just outside of town, where her squeals and outdoor loving wouldn't make us unwelcome. My investments were in my head and my laptop computer, mostly, and the contents of my little apartment in L. A. were in the back seat and trunk of my car.

Then followed an increased pushing and deep penetration for a few minutes, as we adjusted ourselves for the orgasm that was on its way, a lot closer now. As I pinched and sucked on her dangling breasts, and she squealed with little orgasms, waiting for the big one, we even planned to look for some like-minded friends, particularly those who enjoyed watching people fuck without being shocked or outraged. People, like us, who realized that a hard cock (like mine) driving into a wet, willing body (like hers) was a scenic delight. Friends that might want to swap partners for extra variety.

Then we stepped up the action, shoving and plunging as the big one smashed through on us, and wallowed in our combined fluids, ejaculated and spurted into each other.

When Mimi collapsed on top of me, finally spent for a few minutes, we slept again until we woke, as horny as ever. I finally just happened to get around to mentioning the money I had, and that I could make more. Sure enough, that complicated things. Like Mary Ellen Radcliffe, Mimi pushed me onto the floor, rolled me on my back, jumped on my hard boner, and impaled herself, initiating the long slow fucking we liked, started another series of cums, squealing in a sexy half-whisper, "and I don't even have to cut the lawn to get some."