Something Kathy's son, Jason, thought he'd never see, his mother totally naked, especially for such a prolonged period of time. Frozen in place, all he could do was stare. Against his better judgment, he imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her while having sex with her naked body. Yet, it was one thing to imagine having sex with his mother while masturbating himself but now that she was tied to her bed, blindfold, and naked, perish the thought, he couldn't have sex with his helplessly, vulnerable mother.
As if he had Heaven's Angel on his right shoulder and Hell's Devil on his left shoulder, instilling him with goodness and kindness, the angel told him to go and cover her before untying her.
"Go to her and cover her naked body before untying her. Protect her modesty, her privacy, and her reputation. She's your mother for God sakes. You mustn't touch her in an incestuously sexual way. You mustn't have sex with your mother. Shame on your for even thinking of doing such a thing," said the angel in his head as if the angel was really there.
Then, encouraging him to do what he always wanted to do, the Devil told him to go to her and touch her, feel her, fondle her, grope her, and have sex with here before untying her. Tempted to do the right thing, it would be easy to obey the angel if his mother was fat, ugly, and sexually undesirable. Yet, as if this was his life altering test, his mother was beautiful, sexy, and shapely. Sexually attracted to his mother, he always wanted to have sex with his Mom.
"What should I do," he said mumbling silently under his breath? "I can't believe she's naked. I can't believe she's helplessly tied to her bed and is so very sexually vulnerable. My sexual fantasy come true, what should I do?"
# # #
It all started when he received a surprised phone call from his mother's lover that his mother was in trouble and to go home. Obeying the voice on the phone, he came home unexpectedly early to find his mother not only naked but also helpless and vulnerable while blindfolded and tied to her bed. As if imagining her naked or sexually fantasizing this incestuous, sexual scenario, frozen in time, he stood in the doorway of her bedroom staring at all that he was seeing of his naked, MILF of mother.
"My God. Look at her. She's so beautiful. She's so shapely. She's so sexy," he whispered to himself under his breath while staring at her big breasts, her erect nipples, her blonde, trimmed pussy, and her long, shapely legs from just outside her bedroom in the hallway.
Afraid to move, unable to move, not wanting her to know that he was there staring at all that he should never see of his naked mother, he didn't know what to do. As the angel suggested he do, should he cover her naked body with a sheet? Should he untie her? Should he remove her blindfold?
Still not knowing what to do, should he hold her, hug her, comfort her, and console her? Should he make her a cup of tea or give her a stiff drink and discuss what happened? Should he be a good son to his mother or, an opportunity he may never have again, should he be a bad son and have forbidden, incestuous sex with his mother?
As the Devil sexually teased him and forbiddingly tempted him to do, should he touch her, feel her, fondle her, and grope her everywhere a son should never touch, feel, fondle, and grope his mother? Should he have sex with her naked, beautiful body? Should he have sex with his own MILF of a mother? At the very least, should he masturbate her? Should he make love to her before fucking her?
Still not knowing what to do, taking him by surprise by seeing such a sex, naked sight, should he give her sexual orgasms with his finger, his tongue, and his cock before forcing her to suck his cock? While she's tied to her bed and blindfolded, with her unable to stop him, should he cum in his mother's mouth? Something he'd love to do and always imagined doing while masturbating, should he give her the cum bath that he always wanted to give her and cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts?
Instead of doing any of those things or all of those things, as if witnessing a live sex show of a stripper on stage, he stared. As if trying to memorize every shapely curve of his mother's magnificent, naked body, no doubt, he'd be masturbating over seeing her naked, blindfolded, and tied to her bed for the rest of his perverted life. His sexual fantasy come true and, no doubt, his mother's worst nightmare realized, he couldn't believe his eyes. As if she was served up to him on a silver platter and daring him to have sex with her, obviously out of spite, her boyfriend had deliberately called him to make his sexually, incestuous decision.
Indecisive and unable to move, forbiddingly tempted one way before being sexually teased the other way, he didn't know what to do. What should he do? What would you do if you found your mother, your sister, your grandmother, your aunt, your cousin, your mother-in-law, your sister-in-law, your neighbor, a stranger, or a celebrity stripped naked and tied to her bed blindfolded. Be honest, would you save her and untie her or would you touch her, feel her, fondle her, and grope her while having sex with her? Yet, instead of having to decide, his mother made his decision for him.
# # #
"Hello? Who's there? I know there's someone there. Bob? Is that you," asked his mother in a sexually excited voice? "I know there's someone there. Identify yourself please."
If only she knew it was her son, Jason, and not Bob, what would she say? Would she be embarrassed? Would she be ashamed? Would she be humiliated? Would she want him to have sex with her naked body?
What would she do if she knew Jason was there staring while fondling the head of his erection through his pants? Would she be mortified and scream? Would she try and salvage what little modesty she had left and beg him to cover her naked body? Or instead of being embarrassed and ashamed, would she concede and allow him to touch her, lick her, and fuck her?
If she knew it was her son staring while sexually lusting over his mother, would plead for him to untie her? Further tempting him by telling him what not to do, would she beseech him not to touch her, feel her, fondle her, grope her, and have sex with her? Then, what would she say and what would she do if he did touch her, feel her, fondle her, grope her, and have sex with her?
Unable to move and unable to speak, tempted to pull out his prick and masturbate himself while staring at his naked mother and imagining having sex with her, Jason silently stared at his naked mother. Instead of cumming in a tissue or in her used panties as he usually does, he'd love to cum all over his naked mother. His sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to give her a cum bath. He'd love to cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. Yet, now that she was naked, blindfolded, and tied to her bed this was his chance to do much more than that.
If only he had his cellphone with him, he'd take some candid, naked pictures of his mother. If only he had his cellphone, he'd post her pictures on his Facebook page and on XHamster before sending her naked photo to all his friends and to all of her friends. With every uncle, cousin, and brother-in-law sexually lusting over her, he'd send her naked photo to all of their male relatives. He was tempted to run down to his car to get his camera but being with his naked mother now was better than any picture he'd take later.
# # #
It all started with Kathy's lifetime of making bad choices and life altering mistakes. Jason's mother had been having an extramarital affair with an old co-worker, Bob, a bartender she knew when she worked serving cocktails long before she married her second husband, Peter. Lost, sad, and depressed, she never got over divorcing the love of her life, Jim, a high school football star, and Jason's biological father.
Willing to go all the way to keep him, willing to stake her claim on him by giving him her virginity, when Jim invited her to his prom, she was so happy to give him a baby, a son. Unfortunately, a lifelong mistake she made at 18-years-old, her becoming pregnant with Jason not only ruined her relationship with Jim but also ruined her life. Even though she married her dream man and had his baby, her life didn't happen as she fantasized it would.
Doing the right thing, Jim reluctantly married her but he was just as unhappy and sad then as she was unhappy and sad now. With her long, blonde, lush hair, her big, blue, expressive eyes, and her sexy and shapely figure on a tall frame, she could have been an actress or a Hollywood celebrity. She could have married anyone but, burdened with a child, unable to attend college, and having to work as a cocktail waitress to make ends meet, her life was seemingly over before it began.
Working as a cocktail waitress is where she met Bob, the bartender. An affable man who'd listen to any man for a tip and listen to any woman for the chance of having sex with her, after divorcing Jim, Kathy thought she'd marry Bob. Yet, with him content being a player and living life alone as the playboy bachelor, obviously not in love with her, he never popped the question. The first good decision she made, she stopped seeing Bob when she started seeing Peter.
With Bob a lowly bartender who was always on the prowl and had a cheating eye for women, Peter was a wealthy, investment banker. A gentleman and an educated man, in the way she had been sexually attracted to Jim and Bob, she was sexually attracted to Peter. Not wanting him to get away, by far, a huge leap up the ladder of life for monetary security, he was a much better catch than was Jim or Bob. Offering her a life of luxury and leisure, Peter could give her what Jim or Bob never could.
Then, ten-years later, she bumped into Bob on a crowded New York street. When their eyes met and their libidos grew hot, sex at first sight, there was still a spark of sexual romance between them. Surprised to see him after such a long absence, and with her horny, lonely, sexually frustrated, and vulnerable, albeit very married, innocently, she went out for a drink with him. Never thinking that one sexual thing would lead to another sexual thing, it all started all over again with a kiss.
With her excited to see her ex-lover, and with them catching up and having so very much to discuss, she had a little too much to drink. Ready to take a cab home, as she didn't have a car and hailing a taxi was her normal mode of transportation around New York City, Bob offered her a ride home. Only, instead of driving her home right way, he stopped at an empty parking lot and they made out in his truck.
Not stopping with just a kiss goodnight, adding to her sexual excitement, he felt her big breasts and fingered her erect nipples through her blouse and bra while French kissing her. With her seemingly giving him the green light, when she parted her knees, he moved his horny hand up her short skirt and along her shapely thighs while continuing to kiss her. He continued having his sexual way with her blouse and bra clad breasts while he cupped her cunt and fingered her pussy through her panties. Obviously, beyond the point of no return, they were going to have sex.
Ready for some sexual attention from a man, Kathy offered little resistance to his sexual advances. Perhaps, because she was not just drunk but also horny, she allowed him to take her and have his wicked sexual way with her nearly naked body. Feeling her, fondling her, and groping her while continuing to kiss her, he unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her front snapping bra. Then pushing her panties aside, he rubbed her clit and fingered fucked her pussy with the experienced finger of his right hand while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples with the skilled fingers of his left hand.
"Bob, oh, Bob," said Kathy cooing while whispering her sexual lust for him in his ear. "You're going to make me cum," she said pausing to enjoy his sexual touches. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Rub my clit harder. Fingerfuck my pussy deeper. Suck my tits, Bob. Suck my tits. I love having my tits sucked," she said.
While he continued masturbating her, as if she was handling a cucumber in a supermarket, Kathy groped Bob's erect penis through his pants. As soon as he gave her an orgasm with his fingers, she unzipped him while kissing him. With her blouse wide open, her bra cups still parted, and her naked breasts totally exposed, she eagerly pulled his cock out from his pants. Ready to give him what he so wanted and so hoped to receive, she stared down at his big dick before staring up at him.
She fondled the head of his cock with her manicured fingertips while slowly stroking him and continuing to stare up at him with her big, blue eyes. Playing the role of sexual seductress, she teased him with her fingers, her hand, and her words. Ready to go down on him and reciprocate the sexual pleasure that he had given her, it had been a long while since a man sexually wanted her as much as Bob obviously sexually wanted her. It had been more than ten years since she had a cock in her mouth other than her husband's half, hard, limp dick.
"Would you like me to suck you?"
Continuing to sexually tease him, she stared up at him while sliding a slow tongue across her red, full lips.
"Yes, of course, I'd love you to suck me, Kathy," he said. "You're so beautiful," he said moving the strand of blonde hair that fell in front of her blue eyes. "You're so sexy," he said fondling her breast and fingering her nipple. "Why I allowed you to get away, I'll never know," he said sliding a slow hand down her cheek before giving her a romantic kiss and before touching her lips with his finger.
As if she was an innocent school girl instead of a mature, sexually frustrated, and horny, married woman, she looked up at him and smiled. Ready to blow him, she gave him her sexiest look. Ready to allow him to cum in her mouth and swallow his cum, she gave him her naughtiest smile.
"Would you like me to blow you," she asked again while continuing to sexually tease him?"
She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was already sucking his cock.
"God, yes, Kathy," he said. "I'd love for you to blow me. Blow me, Kathy. Blow me. Suck my cock," said Bob.
She ejected his finger from her mouth with her tongue to give him a sexy smile and a naughty look.
"I bet you'd love to cum in my mouth too," she said playing miss innocent, goody-two-shoes and acting as if she had never sucked a cock before and allowed a man to cum in her mouth before. "I bet you'd love to watch me swallow your cum while I stare up at you while sucking you."
He put a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head and, giving her a not so subtle hint, he gently pushed her mouth down to his erect prick.
"I'd love to cum in your mouth more than anything," he said.
No longer sexually teasing him with her words, Kathy sexually teased him with her eyes, her hand, her fingers, her mouth, and her tongue. As if she was his newly married bride on her Honeymoon, she took Bob's erect cock in her mouth and sucked him while stroking him. Intent on giving her ex-lover a blowjob, intent on stroking him fast enough and sucking him deep enough to allow him to cum in her mouth, she continued sucking him harder and deeper while stroking him faster.
Obviously, still sexually attracted to her, it didn't take Bob long to cum in her mouth. Yet, wanting more than just a blowjob, he obviously wanted to make love to her. He obviously wanted to fuck her. With one sexual thing leading to another sexual thing, just like that, with their kisses, his gropes, him masturbating her, and her sucking his cock and allowing him to cum in her mouth, they renewed the sexual relationship.
Only, instead of being the single mother she once was, she was a respectable, married woman with a grown man of a child now. If her husband found out about her unfaithfulness with her old lover, she had much to lose. Yet, against her better judgment and continuing to make life changing mistakes, whenever she knew she'd be home alone, she invited him over to fuck and suck her old flame behind her husband's back. With Bob never turning down a chance to have sex with her, even ten-years later, any man's wet dream, she was still a beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman.
Nothing more than sex to her, with her lonely and horny, she just wanted to have some sexy fun. With him the conniving player that he always was, perhaps, he thought she'd divorce her husband and marry him. Perhaps, he thought she'd receive a big divorce settlement and he'd be set for life. Perhaps, he thought he'd eventual divorce her after going through all of her money. Yet, nothing worked out as planned.
# # #
Whenever her husband went away on a weeklong adventure, on a business trip, or on a weekend jaunt with his friends, and whenever she knew her son wouldn't be home, she continued her illicit, sexual, love affair with Bob. As much as she didn't want her husband to know that she was cheating on him, she didn't want her son to know that his mother was an unfaithful and ungrateful whore. Other than her doorman who's palm she kept greased, she didn't want anyone to know about her sexual affair with her ex-lover.
She married young and, 22-years-ago, had her son at 19-years-old, and was divorced by 25-years-old. A single mother for five years and remarried now for more than ten-years, she met her husband, Peter, in the JFK airport lounge where she was serving cocktails. At the time, she was 30-years-old and he was 40-years-old. Now, more than ten-years later, with Kathy 41-years-old and her husband, Peter, 51-years-old, her son, Jason, is 22-years-old.
With Peter a frequent flyer, he always sat at her table and flirted with her while waiting to board his flight. His way of showing how much he liked her, he always left her a big tip, usually a one-hundred-dollar bill for a twenty-dollar drink. By the large tip he left, the articulate way he spoke, and the first class passage he flew, she knew he had money.
More difficult for a single mother then than it was now, with her working and raising her son, she didn't have time to date. Even though a barrage of men continually hit on her, most men were married and only wanted one thing. No matter how beautiful she looked and how sexy she was, those men who were available didn't want women with baggage but Peter was different. Hoping that he liked her more than just arm candy, she could tell that he liked her as a person instead of a thing and was sexually attracted to her too.
Marrying for love the first time, she married for money the second time. An investment banker who traveled the world, Peter was rich. He obviously had a lot of money. He always invited her to travel with him to London, Dubai, Singapore, Zurich, Hong Kong, and Tokyo, but having a fear of flying, especially on long flights and especially after 9/11, she refused. Besides, she hated the invasive body searches of the TSA, especially when they saw a beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman.
With her husband always working, traveling, and going off with his friends when he wasn't working or traveling, he was seldom home. With her his trophy wife, he enjoyed having her on his arm when attending cocktail parties and dinners that were close to their home in the Flatiron District of Manhattan. She'd rather sequester herself in their fifteen-million-dollar, 50th floor, luxury condo in the Madison Square Tower than to stay in a hotel suite with her husband. Not much of a jetsetter, a homebody, she'd rather stay at home than to travel the world.
Always home alone, she wondered what exactly her husband did on his hunting trips, camping getaways, deep sea, fishing excursions, and his skiing vacations in the mountain. Since she didn't hunt, couldn't kill anything, hated camping because of the bugs, got seasick on the water, and didn't ski, he stopped inviting her to come along. Other than going shopping and buying more things she didn't need, she stayed home and cooked, cleaned, and did laundry for her son. It was obvious that she wasn't in romantic love her husband but loved his money more and the luxurious lifestyle that it afforded her to have.
Able to afford any school, a senior majoring in accounting and finance at Baruch College in New York, close to home, Jason still lived at home. Yet, with his studying schedule and weekend trips with his friends, like father like son, he was seldom home too. When he was home, making her feel awkwardly uncomfortable, he was always staring at what he could see of her. Obviously, he was sexually enamored with his mother.
More than once she found her worn panties in his room. More than once she heard him masturbating over her. As if he was deliberately exposing himself to her, more than once she saw his erect, naked prick sticking out from his pajama bottoms. If she wasn't horny and sexually frustrated enough, the sight of seeing her son's erect, naked prick made her even hornier and even more sexually frustrated. Only, she couldn't go there. She couldn't have sex with her son. What kind of incestuous whore would she be to have sex with her son?
Yet, as if she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instincts, waiting for him to give him a sexy show of her panty clad pussy, she couldn't cross her legs without him staring while hoping to see her panties. While serving him food or pouring him coffee, she didn't dare lean in front of him to unintentional give him a down blouse view of her abundant cleavage and her low-cut bra. She didn't dare walk around him wearing a short, sheer, low-cut nightgown without wearing a robe.
Startling her awake, more than once, she caught him standing over her while she was sleeping. More than once he obviously saw something of his mother that he shouldn't see. Knowing that he was peeping on her, she wondered if there was a hidden camera in her bathroom and/or bedroom. More than once, as if he was deliberately trying to see her without her clothes, he barged in her bedroom when she was dressing or in her bathroom when she was bathing.
"Jason. Oh, my God. Get out. I'm not decent," she said cringing while wondering how much of her naked body he saw. "How dare you barge in on me without knocking?"
When she was out back sunbathing, offering to apply suntan lotion to her back and legs, he was too free with his hands. Copping cheap feels of her breasts and her bikini clad ass, he'd brush the side of his hand by her bikini bottom, clad pussy. Offering to give her a massage, especially when she was drinking and had one too many drinks, cupping her naked breasts and fingering her nipples, he'd touch her and feel her everywhere he should never touch and feel his mother.
Then, when they were alone in the pool, always wanting to play Marco Polo, he continually touched her, felt her, and groped her. More than once he moved her hand to his bathing suit clad cock. More than once, especially when they had been drinking, he removed his bathing suit when in the pool and rubbed himself up against her bikini clad ass while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples. More than once, he put her hand on his naked prick.
"Jason! Oh, my God," she said while pushing him away. "What's wrong with you? You shouldn't touch me in that forbidden way."
With them living together, over the years, she knew he saw her in her bra and panties, topless, and even naked. Embarrassed that her son saw so much of her that he should never see, a bittersweet moment, nonetheless, she had twinge of forbidden, sexual excitement that he was hoping to see some part of his naked mother. She was as horny as she was sexually frustrated and she was flattered that her son was obviously sexually attracted to her. Only, something she'd never do, she could never have incestuous sex with her son.
Yet, no doubt, if she was relaxed enough after having a couple glasses of wine and if she gave her son the green light, he'd have incestuous sex with her. No doubt, unable to fault him, he was like any man when seeing a beautiful and sexy woman, even if that woman was his mother. Yet, keeping him in her back pocket, while feeding him money, other than sex which she'd never want from him, she knew that she could get her son to do anything she needed him to do.
In the meantime, everyone went their own way. Her husband had his business trips with his business associates and pleasure trips with his friends while her son had his studies, and she had shopping adventures and her extramarital flings. Allowing her some sexy fun and giving her the sexual attention that her husband no longer gave her, the torrid, extramarital, sexual affair she had with Bob went well until she threatened to end it.
After a while comparing Bob to her husband, she had outgrown him. After a while, she was bewildered what she ever saw in him. With him the same as he was ten-years ago, content to serve customers alcohol, she had grown into a woman of the arts by attending art galleries, ballets, symphonies, and operas. With her guilty conscience filling her with dread and remorse should her extramarital secret ever be discovered, done with cheating on her husband, she wanted to be the faithful wife that her husband obviously thought she was.
Even though she suspected her husband was cheating on her too, she felt guilty having sex in their bed. With Bob unable to convince her to continue with their forbidden, adulterous affair, even after professing his love for her by wanting to marry her, Kathy agreed to see him for one, last time. Knowing she was going to get laid tonight, she wore her sexiest nightgown without panties. Short, sheer, and low-cut, her nightgown left nothing to the imagination. She took a long bath, fixed her hair, perfectly applied her makeup, and liberally sprayed perfume all over her sexy and shapely body.
"I look hot. I look sexy. I look beautiful, even if I say so myself," she said standing in front of her full-length mirror while turning one way before turning the other way. "I'll give my lover something to remember be by and a night he'll never forget."
With her husband in the air flying to Belize before taking a small plane to the Cayman Islands, and her son partying all night with his friends, Kathy was home alone again. Pulling a typical all-nighter, Jason left just after 10 pm and wouldn't be home until the next morning. She had plenty of time to have sex, shower, go to bed, and fall asleep before her son arrived home hungover.
She was expecting her lover to arrive at 10:30 pm. As he usually does to not make his latest, live-in girlfriend suspicious, keeping with his schedule, he'd leave for home when the bars closed. Even though he wasn't working tonight, he told his girlfriend that he was. Working behind the bar was his perfect alibi to cover his tracks and to have sex with Kathy.
# # #
'Ring, ring.'
The doorman announced the arrival of her guest with a courtesy call on her front door speaker. Kathy had already arranged for the doorman to allow her guest to take her private elevator up to her condo. As soon as the elevator doors parted, Bob gave her a wide smile. He walked to her as if he was walking to an open bar at a wedding.
"You look so sexy," said Bob kissing his mistress with a deep, wet kiss.
He felt her breasts and fingered her already erect nipples through her sexy nightgown before reaching behind her to feel and squeeze her shapely, firm ass.
"Thank you, Bob. This is it. Our last night together," she said giving him a look while waiting for him to acknowledge her with a nod. "I hope you understand and are not angry with me for ending this."
He gave her a sad smile.
"I understand," he said.
When he nodded his agreement and said that he understood, she continued.
"Tonight, as my parting gift to you, I want to satisfy your every sexual desire and your every forbidden need," she said giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look before giving him a long, wet kiss. "And this is a little something extra for you," she said handing him an envelope stuffed with one-hundred-dollar bills as if he was her hired gigolo.
Not one to turn down free money or to be insulted by her giving him such a gift, he returned her kiss with his kiss. Kissing and kissing one another he continued feeling her naked body through her nightgown while she felt his growing erection through his pants. The perfect sexual match but with them having nothing else in common, she was as hot for him as he was obviously hot for her.
"Thank you," he said. "I want to give you a night to remember, too," he said escorting her to her bedroom. "Take off your nightgown and lay back on your bed. Something we haven't done in a very long time, I have a special surprise for you tonight," he said with a suggestive smile.
He pulled out four pieces of rope and quickly tied her wrists and her ankles to her bed. Then, he pulled a blindfold from his back pocket and blindfolded her. Having done this to her before, she wasn't surprised or fearful that he was doing this again. Instead, of being afraid, she giggled with the joy of a schoolgirl playing a naughty game of spinning the bottle.
"The last time you tied me to my bed and blindfolded me, you invited your friend to participate," she said giggling. She moved her blindfolded eyes toward her lover and towards the sound of his voice while showing him a face full of sexual anticipation. She laughed her sexual delight. "Are we having another threesome tonight?"
He finished tying her ankles.
"No, not tonight. Tonight, I have something else planned," he said leaving her bedroom, taking the elevator down, and leaving her tied, naked, and blindfolded. "Trust me," he said with a dirty laugh before leaving her alone. "I arranged for something much better than a threesome."
Excited about her sexual surprise, Kathy waited and listened. She thought she heard the elevator but she wasn't sure. Perhaps, Bob had gone downstairs to collect his friend. Maybe that was his friend arriving now. When she didn't hear Bob or anyone, she called out to him?
Bob? Hello, Bob? Hey, where'd you go?" Then, she wondered if he was robbing her. "Bob? Untie me, please," she said. "I need to pee," she said even though she had urinated before he arrived and didn't have to pee now. "Bob? Please untie me."
She struggled to free herself but the more she struggled the tighter the knots became. What seemed like an hour was only twenty-minutes. Then, when she heard the elevator doors open and close in the distance, she figured he popped out to buy flowers or champagne, even though she had some already chilled. Perhaps, he bought her jewelry, a gift to remember him. Maybe his friend had just arrived. Instead of struggling, not wanting to mess her hair, she remained perfectly still.
Even though she didn't hear anything or anyone, she knew there was someone there. She could sense him. She could feel him staring at her nakedness. Instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, she felt sexually excited that she was the adoration of men. With her something of an exhibitionist and with all men voyeurs, happy to show him all that he wanted to see of her beautiful, sexy body, she knew she had a great body and looked good naked.
She hoped his friend was handsome and as well built as Bob. She hoped his friend was a big black man with a huge cock. She hoped his friend was just as horny and ready to fuck her as she was ready to fuck him now. She hoped, whomever it was, he'd masturbate her before eating her and before fucking her.
She'd love to fuck a big, hard dick as much as she'd love to suck a big, hard dick. Whenever she was this horny and this sexually frustrated, she was such a whore. She'd love to be double penetrated as she was with her last threesome hurrah with Bob. As long as Bob gave her some champagne in between, and got her a little tipsy, she'd willingly allow him to fuck her in all three of her holes.
# # #
Then, when no one answered her, quietly she listened. She distinctly heard rustling in the background and a zipper being pulled down as if someone was undressing. Then, she heard one shoe drop before she heard the second shoe hit the floor. Obviously, someone was there. Obviously, someone was definitely undressing. Someone was stripping themselves naked. Someone was ready to give her all that she sexually wanted and romantically needed.
She was so sexually aroused thinking that someone was going to touch her, feel her, finger her, masturbate her, lick her, make love to her, and fuck her. A mystery man, her secret lover, she wondered who he was. She wondered what he looked like. She wondered if he was as good looking as she imagined he'd be. She wondered his name. She wondered if it was Bob, his friend, or both of them who were undressing.
Perhaps, it was the same man from last time. Perhaps, he so thoroughly enjoyed himself the last time that he was back for more. Indeed, he was very good looking but for the life of her, she couldn't remember his name, George, Gary, something with a G. Maybe it was Glenn. As he did the last time they were together, perhaps, Bob was sitting in the corner ready to watch his friend have sex with her while he masturbated himself. As he did before maybe he'd join later in for sloppy seconds.
With her unable to see anything, but as if the blindfold enhanced her sexual arousal, with her sense of hearing, touch, taste, and smell heightened, she was so wet. She could feel her nipples erecting and hardening to the sexual anticipation of someone touching her, feeling her, fingering her, licking her, making love to her, fucking her, and having orgasmic sex with her. She couldn't wait to be touched. She couldn't wait to be fingered. She couldn't wait for him to masturbate her.
Not stopping there, she couldn't wait for him to finger her cunt while licking her cunt. She couldn't wait for him to eat her pussy. She couldn't wait for him to make love to her before fucking her. She couldn't wait for him to pound her pussy fast enough and hard enough to make her cum. She couldn't wait for him to give her sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and with his cock. She couldn't wait to suck the prick of whoever was there.
Then, she felt the weight of someone sitting beside her on the edge of her bed. With her tied spread-eagled, she was so nakedly exposed. With her tied to her bed and blindfolded, she was so vulnerable. Yet, with her husband more interested in his career and spending time with his friends, and with him ignoring her sexual needs, she was so ready for sex. She couldn't wait to be fucked. Feeling the horniest she ever felt, she couldn't wait to have multiple, sexual orgasms from a stranger.
"Touch me," she said in a sexually aroused voice while giving her mystery man permission to touch her as if he was her sexual slave there to service her. "Feel me. I'm so horny for you," she said arching her back as if hinting that she wanted him to finger her pussy.
She felt his hands touch her. She felt his hands move the length of her legs, before moving down the length of her arms. As if he was deliberately, sexually teasing her, he slid his hand along her torso without touch her naked ass, her naked tits, or her naked pussy.
"Feel my tits," she said instructing him on what to do next. "Squeeze my tits. I like having my tits squeezed. Harder," she said when he felt her tits and squeezed her tits. "Now, finger my nipples," she said as soon as he felt and squeezed her tits. "I love having my nipples fingered."
Obediently, he felt her tits, squeezed her tits, and fingered her nipples. In the gentle way that he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples, whoever he was, it wasn't Bob. In the gentle way her breasts were felt and her nipples were fingered, she wondered if it was a woman.
Whoever it was feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, was more loving and gentler than Bob. Instead of being aggressively groped, whoever it was had a soft and loving touch. Obediently obeying her every sexual command, he or she felt her naked breasts, fondled her naked breasts, and squeezed her naked tits while gently and lovingly pulling, turning, and twisting her big nipples.
"I'm so wet for you," she said doing all the talking and inviting the mystery person to continue sexually touching her, feeling her, and fingering her.
Glad that he wasn't talking, she'd much rather he'd be silent. As if he was a ghostly apparition having sex with her sexy, naked body, she'd rather not know who was having his wicked, sexual way with her.
"Finger my pussy to see how wet I am for you. Rub my clit. Masturbate me, please. I'm so horny. I need to cum," she said. "I need you to fuck my cunt with your long, stiff fingers."
Hoping it was a man instead of a woman, nonetheless, if it was a woman, she was horny enough to have lesbian sex with her. Perhaps, a woman was Bob's special, sexual surprise. She had never had sex with a woman before but, while tied and blindfolded, she was ready to have sex with a woman now. Something she'd never voluntarily do, but now that she was tied to her bed and blindfolded, she was looking forward to having sex with a woman.
She tingled at the thought of a woman sitting on her face and forcing her to lick her pussy. She wondered what a woman's pussy tasted like in her mouth. She wondered what it would feel like for a woman to eat her while fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. She imagined a woman being more loving than a man. She imagined a woman better knowing what another woman sexually wanted.
Yet, whoever it was, whether it was a woman or a man, he or she fingered her pussy with one hand while fingering her nipples with their other hand. Masturbating her, he or she rubbed her clit faster and harder while fingerfucking her deeper. He or she continued rubbing her clit while fondling her tits and sucking on her nipples. Then, when he suddenly stood, leaned against her, and rested his erect prick by her tied hand, she knew it was a man.
She wondered again if he was the same man as the last time. She wondered if it was the doorman. She hoped it was the doorman. She liked him. Personable and friendly, he was big, tall, and good looking. Especially with her tied and blindfolded, she'd do the doorman. She'd definitely wouldn't mind having sex with the doorman.
'Thank God it's a man and not a woman,' she thought. 'I'd much rather suck a cock than lick a pussy. Other than Bob's cock, it's been such a long time since I've had a stiff prick in my mouth. Other than Bob cumming in my mouth, it's been such a long time since a man ejaculated in my mouth. I need to taste some cum. I need to swallow some cum.'
With the rope long enough to allow her the freedom to move her hand, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She held his erect prick in her right hand while he had his wicked, sexual way with her naked body. She fingered the head of his prick with her manicured fingertips while he continued to suck her tits and finger her pussy. She slowly stroked his dick as much as she could with her wrist still tied to the bed. With him continuing to masturbate her, it didn't take her long to cum.
"Oh, God, I'm going to cum. God. God. Whoever the fuck you are, you're making me so horny. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Rub my clit faster. Fingerfuck me deeper. Make me cum. I need to cum. Oh, God. Oh, God. Fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said suddenly collapsing in her bed and falling silent.
Not done feeling her everywhere she needed to be felt, whomever he was continued lovingly and sensually fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples with one hand while continuing to masturbate her with his other hand. Not ready to lay still to enjoy the afterglow of sex, she obviously wanted to have another orgasm. Not wanting to ruin her matrimonial relationship with her husband, and not wanting to be shutoff from his money, this may be the last time she has sex with any one other than her husband. It was best she makes the most of it.
Then, suddenly feeling guilty and remorseful, a thought of dread overwhelmed her. She panicked while thinking the worst possible scenario. She hoped whoever was touching her, feeling her, and masturbating her, wasn't her husband. How would she ever explain being tied and blindfolded to her bed while naked?
'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'What if Peter came home unexpectedly early? What if my mystery man is my husband? What if Bob's surprise was telling my husband about our illicit, sexual affair? Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? What do I say?'
With them having the latest in security and a doorman, she couldn't say it was an intruder. She couldn't say that they were robbed. She couldn't say that she was stripped naked, tied to her bed, blindfolded, and raped? What could she possibly say that wouldn't involve the police? Obviously in the way that he was sexually pleasuring her, it wasn't her husband. Forgetting about her husband and relaxing now, she continued enjoying the surprise that Bob had arranged.
# # #
"Eat me," she said. "Lick my pussy while fucking me with your finger. I need to cum again. Suck my cunt before you fuck my cunt," she said. "Then after you fuck me, I'll blow you. I'll suck your cock. I'll allow you to cum in my mouth?"
Obediently obeying her again, her mystery man moved from the bed to move between her legs. With her ankles tied with rope long enough, as if she was having a gynecological exam, she had just enough room to raise and spread her knees wide. Then, she felt his long, stiff fingers before she felt his warm, wet tongue. He fingered her pussy while licking her pussy. With all of her senses enhanced, it was surreal being eaten while helplessly and vulnerably tied to her bed blindfolded.
"That's right, baby. Eat me. Eat my pussy. Finger my cunt while licking my cunt. I need to cum again. I need to cum in your mouth. Eat me. Eat me. Eat me," she said while humping his mouth with her pussy. "Lick my cunt. Finger fuck my pussy. Faster, lick me faster. Deeper, fingerfuck me deeper."
He pulled her closer to his mouth by grabbing her naked ass with both hands. Then, as if he was a pussy eating machine, he rubbed her clit harder, licked her pussy faster, and fingerfucked her cunt deeper. Licking and licking her faster while rubbing and rubbing her harder, he didn't stop. Obviously, he wanted to eat her as much as she wanted to be eaten. As if he was starving for pussy, never had anyone eaten her cunt in the way that he was eating her cunt. Obviously, he was enjoying having sex with her as much as she was enjoying having sex with him.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Lick me faster. Rub me harder. You're going to make me cum again. Fuck me deeper. Fuck me with your fingers. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said collapsing in her bed again while enjoying the afterglow of her second orgasm.
She quietly remained like that while enjoying the afterglow of sex. As if she was a cat, she was softly purring. Whoever he was had pushed all of her sexual buttons of erotic arousal. As if he had been coached by Bob beforehand, whoever he was seemed expert at knowing what she wanted and what she needed. Enjoying him masturbating her before eating her, now she couldn't wait for her mystery man to make love to her before fucking her. She couldn't wait for him to pound her pussy. Indeed, this was such a nice, sexual surprise that Bob had arranged.
"Kiss me," she said. "I need to kiss you. Before I feel your cock in my mouth, I need to feel your tongue in my mouth."
He kissed her and as soon as he parted her lips with his tongue she returned his passionate French kisses with her French kisses. He kissed her as if she was his prom date and she kissed him as if he was her husband on her Honeymoon. Kissing and kissing one another, they continued kissing while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples. Kissing and kissing one another, they continued kissing while she fondled his prick and stroked his cock.
"Bring your cock to my lips. Stick your prick in my mouth. I need to suck you. I need to taste you. I need to blow you," she said.
Obediently, he moved his cock to her lips. Sexually teasing her with his dick, he slowly slid his stiff prick across her red, full lips. As if she had been away at sea too long or in a woman's prison for years, she kissed his cock while licking his cock. Then, she opened her mouth, took him inside, and hungrily sucked his prick. As if she was a whore he paid for the night, after he gave her two sexual orgasms, she gave him as good of a blowjob that a one-thousand-dollar an hour call girl would give him.
"Don't cum yet," she said removing his cock from her mouth with her tongue to speak. "I need you to make love to me before fucking me first. Then, after you give me a third, sexual orgasm with your cock, I'll suck you. I'll blow you. I'll give you the best blowjob of your life. I'll not only allow you to cum in my mouth but also, I'll swallow your cum and I'll allow you to give me a cum bath. Hold back some cum and I'll allow you to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts," she said.
He mounted her and inserted his stiff, erect prick in her pussy. Humping her slowly and gently, he made sweet love to her as if he was in love with her. Then, humping her harder and faster, he fucked her with intense passion as if he was her lover instead of a stranger. She returned his hard, fast humps with her hard, fast humps. She fucked him in the way that he fucked her.
"Oh, God. Oh, my God. I'm cumming again. I can't believe I'm cumming again. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Pound my pussy. Pound my pussy faster. Pound my pussy harder. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Only, please don't cum in my cunt," she said.
He continued fucking her while she continued fucking him. With him not wearing a rubber, hoping he didn't cum in her cunt, she'd rather him cum in her mouth.
'The road to ruin, to divorce court, and for a divorce settlement without any money, the last thing I need is to be pregnant with someone else's baby,' she thought.
Then, when he was ready to cum in her pussy and before cumming in her cunt, he removed himself from her pussy and moved his swollen cock to her to her red, full lips. She took him in her mouth again and sucked him. She was blowing him, and as if making a pornographic video, she moved her head back and forth while making slurping, cock sucking sounds.
She was really blowing him. She was really sucking his cock. Swirling her tongue around his stiff prick while licking the head of his cock and teasing his pee hole with her tongue, she sucked him deeper than she had sucked anyone before. As if she was Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, or Pamela Anderson, even without being able to use her hand to stroke him, she gave him the best blowjob she had ever given anyone, including Bob or even the love of her life, her first husband.
'Thank God he didn't cum inside of my cunt,' she thought.
She removed his cock from her mouth with her tongue to speak her words of sexual encouragement.
"Cum. Cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. I need to taste you. I need to swallow you. Then, after you cum in my mouth, I need you to give me a cum bath. I want you to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked tits. Cum. Cum. Cum in my mouth," she said.
# # #
It didn't take him long to cum. It didn't take him long to ejaculate his warm, oozy load of sperm in her mouth. Then, holding some back, as soon as she removed his cock from her mouth, exploding a huge load of sexual lust, he ejaculated again. As she wanted him to do, he gave her a cum bath. As she suggested he do, he ejaculated a second load of cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked tits.
"Oh, my God," she said. "That was unbelievable. I loved sucking your cock," she said licking the cum from her lips and that slid down her face that she could reach with her tongue. "You had so much cum. You really did give me a cum bath," she said laughing.
Finally done having sex, she relaxed. Finally done after having three, sexual orgasms, she remained still while enjoying the afterglow of sex. She was glad that she could sexually please whoever had sexually pleasured her. She couldn't wait see him. She couldn't wait to meet him. She couldn't wait to know who her mystery man was. Perhaps, one day when her husband was gone for an extended length of time, she'd have sex with him again.
"Untie me so that I can get cleaned up and get dressed," she said. "In case my son comes home early, I don't want him to see me naked. I'd be so embarrassed if ever he saw me naked and tied to my bed," she said. "I'd be mortified if he saw me having sex with my husband never mind having with someone who isn't my husband," she said with a dirty laugh.
She was eager to meet the man who gave her so very much sexual pleasure. A much better lover than Bob, perhaps, she could make a secret arrangement with him. After all the sexual pleasure he had given her by giving her three sexual orgasms, she'd even pay him to have sex with her again.
As long as her husband didn't find out, she'd willingly have sex with him again. As long as her husband didn't know that she was an immoral whore, she'd allow him to finger her while masturbating her. She'd allow him to fingerfuck her while licking her pussy again. She'd allow him to eat her again. As long as her husband didn't know, she'd fuck and suck him and allow him to finger her cunt and lick her cunt. As long as it was their little secret, she'd love to blow him again and have him cum in her mouth.
Taking his time untying her, he stared at her as if she was a celebrity or a movie star. Enamored with her shapely, naked body, he stared at her as if memorizing every sexy, curve, every mole, and every freckle of her naked body. He untied one ankle before untying the other ankle. Then, he untied one wrist before untying the other wrist.
love you, Mom," said her son now that she was untied and free to remove her blindfold.
Not removing her blindfold and not saying a word, obviously hoping she was hearing things and imagining things, she froze. A fate worse than her husband finding her naked and tied to her bed, obviously her son found her naked and tied to her bed. As if she was imagining things, she couldn't believe she heard his voice.
Did Jason have sex with her, his own mother? Did her own son give her an orgasm while masturbating her? Did he give his own mother another sexual orgasm while eating her cunt? Did Jason give her a third orgasm while fucking her harder and fucking her faster? With him obviously in love with her and sexually attracted to her, did her son give her the best sex she ever had in her life?
Then, if her son giving her three, sexual orgasms weren't enough, unaware that it was him at the time, she blew her son. She sucked her son's prick. She not only sucked his cock but also, she allowed her son to cum in her mouth.
Sick to her stomach, she swallowed her son's cum. She allowed Jason to give her a cum bath. She allowed him to cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. As if she had survived facing a firing squad, while hoping beyond hope that it wasn't him, she slowly removed her blindfold.
Even worse than her son having sex with her, hating to admit it, she enjoyed her son giving her sex. No one had ever given her that much sexual pleasure. It had taken her son to remove her horniness, her loneliness, and her sexual frustration. It had taken her son to make her a sexually satisfied woman.
Only, with her still tingling with sexual pleasure, a wave of guilt and remorse washed over her. If it wasn't enough that her son had incestuous sex with his mother, she enjoyed having incestuous sex with her son. How dare she? While hoping the first time having incestuous sex wasn't the last time having incestuous sex, what's wrong with her for wanting to have sex with her son again and again?
"Oh, my God. Jason. Oh, my God. I can explain," she said embarrassed that her son found her naked and tied to her bed. Instead of casting blame on her son for having incestuous sex with her, his own mother, she accepted the responsibility of causing this forbidden, sexual scenario by cheating on her husband. "Where's Robert?"
She stared at him as if he had two heads. She stared at her son as if he had raped her. She stared at him as if he forced her to have sex against her will. She stared at him with guilt mixed with sexual excitement. When he didn't answer her, she continued.
# # #
Suspecting the worst, she hoped for the best. Yet, one way or the other, she needed to know that truth. She needed to know if she had incestuous sex with her son. Mixed with embarrassment and remorse, albeit peppered with sexual arousal, she asked her twenty-thousand-dollar question.
"Was that you having sex with me? Tell me that wasn't you having sex with me? Tell me that wasn't you taking sexual advantage of your mother? Tell me that wasn't you raping me? Was that you touching me, feeling me, fingering me, and eating me? Tell me that wasn't you? Tell me that you didn't fuck your mother and that I didn't suck my son," she said horrified.
Jason gave his mother a sexy smile and a naughty look before leaning down to give her a long, wet kiss. Instead of returning his kiss as she did before, she pushed his tongue from her mouth with her tongue. In her feeble attempt to show her outrage when instead, she couldn't wait to have sex with her son again, she slapped him hard across the face.
"How dare you? How dare you stare at my naked body? How dare you touch me, feel me, fondle me, grope me, and finger me? How dare you masturbate me? How dare you eat me? How dare you make love to me? How dare you fuck me, your own mother while masquerading as someone else? How dare you stick your prick in my mouth and allow me to suck you under false pretenses? How dare you cum in my mouth? How dare you give me a cum bath? How dare you have sex with your mother?"
Really upset, beside herself with rage, she was as pissed as she was sexually aroused. Going over all that he had done to her, listing everything in a litany of sexual misdeeds, she couldn't believe she willingly, albeit unknowingly, had incestuous sex with her son. Yet, the more she said he sexually did to her, the more sexually excited she became.
Instead of staying angry with him, she couldn't wait to have sex with him again. The perfect way to cure her horniness, loneliness, and sexual frustration, just as no one would ever suspect her of having sex with her son, no one would ever suspect her son having sex with her. Only, hoping it wasn't a onetime thing, in the way that she'd love to have sex with her son again, she wondered if her son would want to have sex with his mother again.
"Robert told me that you wanted to end the affair and with me always sexually attracted to you, I agreed to be his surprise lover, mother," he said. "Now that I had forbidden, incestuous sex with you, I own you mother," he said with a shit eating grin. "If you don't give me sex whenever I want sex, I'll tell Dad that you not only had a lover but also that you had sex with me," he said with a dirty laugh.
Not much of a threat, if only he knew she wanted him to give her sex as much as he wanted to give her sex. If only he knew she wanted to stroke him, suck him, make love to him, and fuck him as much as he wanted to finger her, lick her, make love to her, and fuck her, what would he think? What would he say? Keeping her forbidden, incestuous desire to herself, she allowed him to take all the blame of his incestuous, sexual actions by agreeing for him to blackmail her.
"Okay. I'll give you all the sex you want but you must never tell Peter. Please, you must promise me that you will never tell your stepfather that you had incestuous sex with your mother. You must never tell my husband or anyone that we're lovers. Not only will that ruin everything but also, I'd be so embarrassed if anyone knew. With all of that being made public in divorce court, I'd be humiliated in front of my friends and our family if anyone know we were having sex," she said.
Obviously happy to agree to her concessions, he beamed her wide smile while leaning down to give her a passionate wet kiss.
"Don't worry, Mother. As long as you continue to have incestuous sex with me, as long as you promise to be my sexy bitch, and my sexy whore, I promise I won't tell anyone. This will be out dirty, little secret," he said.
As if sealing the deal, she returned his French kiss with her deep, wet kiss.