So, there I was, sat on my bed in my bra and panties. My feet were
arched, due to the very high heeled shoes on my feet. My tits were again
much bigger than in real life, and near bursting out of my bra. I was
bent forward slightly, and my mouth was plugged by a huge cock. My eyes
were closed and I was sucking with my mouth stretched to the limit. It
really was quite vulgar, especially the dribble out of the corner of my
mouth.
"Is that supposed to be you?" I asked with a gulp, "you're not that big."
I pushed the drawing away, trying to ignore the feeling deep in my body.
"So, are you scared to draw your face?"
"I don't need to draw my face. The drawings are about a sex life, a fantasy sex life," he replied.
"It's not my fantasy, far from it," I spat.
"No, I said a fantasy sex life, it is just your face I draw in it."
"So, is there no tiny boyfriend then?"
I watched him pick up the paper and he scribbled for a few minutes.
"Do you really want to see him?" he asked.
I could tell by the look in his eyes he was teasing me. I snatched the
drawing from him. My eyes quickly scanned the paper and I half gasped
when I saw where Adam had drawn him. There he was even smaller than
before. My tiny boyfriend's arms were trapped in the cups of my bra. His
body was underneath the thin material that held my bra cups together.
He was pinned like a fly in a trap with his back against my cleavage.
There was no way he could get himself out. His face was turned up, but
he was unable to watch his giant girlfriend give her giant son a blow
job, because he wore a blindfold!
"Why, is he wearing a blindfold?" I asked faintly.
"Maybe it is better he doesn't know, like in real life."
My eyes shot to my son. Then I looked down and saw Adam's hands slowly
pulling the quilt down. My breasts came into view, and then my dark
nipples. I looked up at Adam. His eyes were glued to my tits. He was
studying them, not in a sexual way, well, not at first.
"Mum, can I draw them, like in the print of the woman on the stairs?"
I knew what my response should be, but my pussy didn't, she was as wet
as hell! I couldn't bring myself to say anything, all I did was pull the
quilt back up. Adam looked up into my face. He gave me this strange
smile, it was almost like he knew I couldn't say yes, but because I
hadn't said no, well, then maybe it was okay.
"Mum, I love you," he mumbled, and then left me alone with the drawing on the bed.
I lay there feeling so bloody ashamed of myself. I knew my face was
bright red, and that my pussy was ruling my head, but did Adam sense
this too!
The blowjob I had given my son didn't really come into it anymore. It
was like it never really happened! I was more concerned with wanting to
see more drawings of myself.
I stared at the drawings, playing with myself. My eyes kept being drawn
to my tiny boyfriend trapped in my bra. It just got me hornier. I
whimpered as silently as I could. My eyes danced between all the
drawings, as my fingers danced over my pussy. In the end I had to close
my eyes, fearing an overload to my brain.
Finally I opened my eyes just my orgasm fell over the edge. There I was,
sucking off my son, and barely able to get his cock in my mouth. I let
out a whimper as the image burnt into my brain.
I lay there for ages just staring at the ceiling. I fought to keep my eyes open, but finally I surrendered and slept.
When I woke up I jumped. My eyes quickly scanned the bed. I breathed a
sigh of relief. What if Frank had returned while I was sleeping? He
would surely have come up to see if I wanted anything.
I half chuckled with relief more than anything. God, if Frank found the
drawings I couldn't imagine how I would explain their existence to him.
No, they had to be destroyed, along with the other sketches Adam would
bring home in the week. I wouldn't even look at them I told myself. I
slipped the drawings back in my underwear drawer, right at the bottom
face down. I went into the shower just as Frank came home.
After we had eaten Frank took Adam to football practice. I resisted the
urge to go to my underwear drawer. Well, for 20 minutes! I fingered my
pussy in my panties, as I looked at the drawing where I was doing the
same thing in front of people, who had crowded round watching me. I
never had a chance to finish myself off, because Frank came back.
Fumbling fingers struggled to get the drawings put back in their hiding
place. Finally I slammed the drawer shut, just as my boyfriend announced
his arrival to an empty lounge.
"I'm up here," I called.
I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was more of an
attempt to cover my blushes than a loving gesture. Still, I was horny,
and now in need of a right fucking. With my head full of Adam's drawings
I pulled Frank on top of me. I took his hand and put it on my panties.
He pulled back a little, and then I remembered why.
"It wasn't my period. I just felt a little ill I think."
He smiled and pushed his fingers down my panties.
"God, you are wet," Frank moaned.
"Then fuck me damn it," I hissed in his ear.
He started fumbling with my panties, and I lifted my ass off the bed. He was now staring at my soaked pussy.
"Lick me first, please?" I asked, as I held his shoulders down.
"You really are wet," he said with a gulp.
I knew why he was holding back.
"Look, I am not your ex wife. Just lick me, I need it."
His tongue made little tentative swipes. It was just like he had tasted
something he didn't like. I'm afraid I was far more turned on than
Frank, I suppose that didn't help, but he was holding back and it was
winding me up. Grabbing his head and pulling him against my pussy had
him recoiling.
"Oh shit," I mumbled under my breath.
"Eve, I'm sorry, I guess, I..."
"Frank, this isn't bloody fair. I told you I wouldn't fool around on
you. Just because she did, not all women are like your ex bloody wife!" I
snapped.
"Sorry, I know you're not," he mumbled.
"Look, just fuck me then, I'm so bloody horny."
He pushed into me and seemed to relax a little.
"I'm sorry, I just saw her when I dropped Adam off at football. She was stood outside her house with him."
I was trying to ignore what he was saying. I pulled his hips and tried
to concentrate on myself. He still seemed a little reserved.
"I won't cheat on you. I'm not like her. I haven't got a string of men
waiting for you to go out the door. Now just give it to me, please?"
He started pumping harder and grunting in my ear. I heard him gulp and choke a little, but he seemed a little more enthusiastic.
"Do you promise you won't?" he mumbled faintly, "I know I'm not the best."
His words seemed to gnaw in my head. Now and then he would have these
insecure thoughts. Okay I did cheat once, but that was before I thought
we were going to get anywhere.
His hips were getting faster and faster. All of a sudden he was losing control.
"Frank, it is fine, good, just keep going like that," I encouraged, with a pant.
"You would tell me if you ever thought about going with someone else, wouldn't you?" he grunted.
"What like her?" I quipped.
As soon as I said that he whimpered, but his cock thrust deeper and he started panting.
He lifted his head and then I saw the far away look in his eyes. He was
turned on far more than I realised. From what he was like just 5 minutes
ago I couldn't believe it. Then it all fell into place, well some of
it. I couldn't be sure, but after what I had been told that I thought
was a lie, well, it seemed to bring the doubt that I had hidden back to
life.
"Frank? Did Wendy ever fuck in front of you?"
He didn't need to say anything he just grunted and filled my pussy, as his whole body trembled.
"So, she kicked you out when she found someone better, is that right?
You fucking well liked it. She fucked in front of you and you liked it!"
I snapped.
I pushed him off and sat up. He was bright red and he looked so shocked. He sat at the end of the bed and whimpered.
"I couldn't help it. It, it just turned me on. But I don't want that with you, I swear I don't," he mumbled.
Even now I didn't believe him. All respect for him had vanished, I felt
sorry for him, but only because he was so pathetic. Mr Mouse was
probably right for him now, just thinking that got my mind racing.
Several people had seen his wife carrying on with guys in a nightclub.
Some even said they had seen men coming out of Frank's house in the
early hours of the morning. So, was Frank there all along?
"I want you to leave. Frank, I'm sorry, but get some help before you try another relationship."
He nodded slightly, as he dressed slowly with his head held low. I could
feel tears in my eyes, but not because our relationship was at an end.
The tears rolled because I felt sorry for him.
"So, those things I've heard are true, about you watching her with other men?"
Again he nodded. I suppose he must have heard what was going around about him, one way or the other.
"Eve, you won't tell anyone why we ended, will you?" he asked quietly.
"No, don't worry, we'll just say we went as far as we could and it wasn't working out."
I gave him a little sympathetic smile, just to try and reassure him.
"Did you ever think of asking me to go with anyone else?"
He stopped and looked at me with red watery eyes.
"No, I never wanted to, but the thought was there, sometimes," he replied.
I sat there on the bed and listened for the door to shut, it did,
quietly. Again I thought about my son's nickname for Frank. Did Adam
know something about Frank and what his ex got up to, or was it just a
coincidence?
It was surprising how quickly I got over Frank. I suppose we didn't have
a future anyway, even with or without knowing about his past as a
cuckold. I did feel sorry for him and I did want him to sort it out,
whatever made him feel that way. Anyway, for some reason the whole
experience made me feel more at ease about Adam's drawings. Over the
next couple of days I kept going to my underwear drawer, and not just
for clean panties or a bra!
"I'm going to get the drawings from dad's house tomorrow. Mum, do you want to see them, or shall I just get rid of them?"
How could I respond to this question without making it obvious just how
much I wanted the sketches? I settled for a quick grin and a wink at
Adam. He smiled and winked back.
Wednesday arrived and so did the butterflies in my stomach. Adam was due
home in a few hours, and I told myself off for the constant wet feeling
between my legs. I was fine and calm and in control, until he phoned.
"I've got them, I'll be home in 20 minutes," he said, like it was some secret mission we were on.
"Okay, hurry darling."
I put the phone down and cursed myself. Why the hell did I tell him to
hurry! I sounded just as eager to see them as he was to show them to me.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, now I was ruffling my bloody
hair. God, it was my son coming home, not a lover! But what he had in
his possession had my palms sweaty and my heart racing!
"I could only bring 4 drawings. I sort of censored the other 4."
I looked across the table at him.
"Adam, I told you to get them all, I don't want your dad or that bitch
finding them. Look, I've seen what you draw. I'm not going to be
shocked, well, not now I mean."
His eyes seemed to be judging me for a second, as he chewed the last of his sandwich.
"I haven't brought them, so it doesn't matter, does it?"
"Look, your father is coming home early. He said he would take you to see the new Bond film."
"Dad doesn't live here anymore, he lives with Ruby now."
I had a habit of saying stuff like that. It still hurt that he had walked out for some tart way younger than me.
Adam pulled his bag up from the floor. He pulled out the first drawing
and slid it across the table to me. Already my breathing had changed a
little. The first drawing was of my breasts, they filled the whole page.
I felt a little disappointed, but when I looked closer I saw the red
blemish, just to the right of my left nipple. I noticed that he had
drawn my nipples erect. He even got that right, the slight up turn that
they had.
"You really do have an eye for detail," I mumbled, genuinely shocked that he had remembered everything.
He slowly put the next drawing down on top of the first. The drawing had been coloured in.
"Mum, I know you and Mister, I mean Frank have split up. But this was done a few weeks ago," Adam said apologetically.
My eyes trailed over the drawing. I wanted to savour every pencil mark
and every detail. So, there I was sat in my lounge in this drawing. It
looked like Adam had drawn it sat on the floor in front of me, just
where the video cabinet would be. I recognised the skirt and the sky
blue panties from the day Adam looked up my skirt. Again my boobs were
drawn bigger than they should be, and I had a very deep cleavage and
rock hard nipples. My lips seemed fuller too, and Adam had put a real
deep red lipstick colour on them. I looked back between my open legs at
my panties. Adam had drawn a darker patch where I assumed I was turned
on. I looked back up at my face.
"What am I smiling at?"
"Look at your left shoe," Adam replied.
My eyes dropped to the bottom of the sketch. I shifted a little
uncomfortably in the chair. When I had glanced over the drawing earlier,
it just looked like the shadow of something. But now I could see it was
a tiny arm sticking out from under my shoe.
"Have, I squashed him?" I mumbled, almost afraid to ask.
"No, he wanted to watch the cricket, and you wanted to watch a chick
flick. You just trapped him there that is why you are smiling.
The next drawing was put in front of me. I was stood under the light of a
lamppost at night. My leg was bent and my foot level with my ass
against the lamppost. My skirt had a split in it to the top of my thigh,
and my stocking top and suspender strap was showing. The drawing was
done from the side view, and my hand was on my hip, with smoke floating
up from the cigarette in my fingers. Again I had huge breasts, and a
tight top that Adam had coloured red, matching my mouth and red painted
finger nails. My long brown hair was plumped up in big curls it looked a
little messy too, but in a sexy way.
"So, I take it I'm a prostitute?" I asked quietly.
Adam didn't answer me. He slid the next drawing over the top of previous one.
"This drawing follows on from the last," Adam offered.
I took a deep breath, as my fingers touched the paper. My eyes scanned
over the drawing. There I was wearing the same outfit. I was bent into
the driver's side of a car, the door was wide open and my head was in
the driver's lap. My right hand was holding the car door open, as well
as clutching a fistful of notes. My skirt had been tugged up and the
driver had his hand down the back of my red panties. The outline his
fingers made in my panties was right where my asshole would be.
My heart was racing as I took in every small detail that Adam had sketched.
So, there I was, a prostitute, giving the driver a blow job as well as
clutching the money he had paid me. For the first time I looked at the
driver's face. His head was tipped back against the headrest and his
mouth was open wide.
"Adam, is that your father?" I choked, staring at the face in the drawing.
"Shit! Dad's here," Adam said in a panic.
We scrambled the drawings back into his folder.
"Do you want to see the other drawings, the drawings I censored? I can get them Friday afternoon."
I turned his head to me, and with a pounding heart I kissed him forcing
my tongue into his mouth. As I moved away I waited anxiously for his
reaction. His shock quickly turned to a smile, and I grinned back
feeling a little embarrassed.
My eyes drifted out of the window as Adam went to his father's car. Ruby
had gotten out, and she gave Adam a big hug. My hand went up to my
mouth, because as they parted they held hands briefly, and she grinned
at him. Even from behind my net curtains, I could see the way her eyes
devoured my son!
I slumped down in the chair wondering about my son and her. Now I
realised why he defended her from time to time. Okay, they got on, but
why the little squeezing hand thing?
As I lay in bed that night I heard Adam come in. I had calmed down now
enough to stop myself from jumping down his throat, about holding hands
with that cow!
The following day he was up before me, and he had gone to school before I got up.
On Friday as I walked through the shops, I couldn't get Adam out of my
head. I went into a department store toilet. I fingered myself thinking
about Adam, until I was interrupted by a couple of women that came in.
My head was full of the drawings again, but more of what Adam thought of
his mother. I told myself to behave, and the wicked thoughts I was
having about Adam should be instantly dismissed, but then again, I had
given him a blow job, and deep down I fucking well enjoyed it! My mind
pictured his cock in my mouth as I walked through the store. I could
feel my panties sticking to my pussy with every step I took. 20 minutes
later I was in the butcher's shop. I half chuckled at the jumbo sausage,
which quickly turned to my son's dick.
Back out on the street with the Jumbo sausage in my bag, I put an extra
wiggle in my walk. My braless boobs bounced around demanding attention,
and they got it!
Once I got home I decided that Adam was going to get to fuck his mummy. I
just wanted him more and more, and now what the hell! Seeing his father
had run off with that silly little tart then surely I could have what I
wanted! As I got changed into something a little sexier, I had to
resist the urge to touch myself. Deep down, I knew that if I did go over
the edge and orgasm, then I would start having doubts about seducing
Adam.
I could tell by the little smirk on Adam's face he liked what he saw. It
gave me confidence to smile at him and hold his hand as I kissed his
cheek. I found myself eyeing him up as he got a coke from the fridge. I
knew girls found him attractive, but now I was looking at him as they
probably did. He had wavy blonde hair and lovely green eyes. He had a
nice deep tanned body and one of those friendship bands on his left
wrist that Maria, a schoolgirl, had given him. Poor Maria, she died from
a drugs overdose or something a few months ago. Adam was into surfing
and sports, and he was fast getting quite an athletic body. Although we
never talked about sex, I guessed he was no longer a virgin. Still if he
was, then surely he wouldn't mind his mum helping him out!
"I saw two of your friends in town today," I said, as I crossed my legs.
"Yeah, Zack told me he saw you. He fancies you mum, all my friends do."
Again that little cheeky smile rolled over his lips. I grinned to myself at the way he was looking my legs up and down.
"Oh, do they now?" I asked suggestively, fixing him in the eye and still grinning at him.
I stood up and slowly made my way in front of him. My hands locked
behind my back and I swayed a little from side to side. We just gave
each other sexy little grins. He slowly looked me over. I watched
amused, but very turned on, as his eyes travelled up from my yellow
court shoes, up my honey coloured stockings, and then to my yellow sun
dress with the blue flower print.
"That was your father's chair," I stated with my hands now on my hips, as I swivelled my left foot on the thin heel of my shoe.
"So? He's not here anymore," he replied.
I put my feet either side of his outstretched legs, with my legs
touching his. I put my hair behind my left ear and gave him a coy smile.
I slowly inched myself forward until my knees were either side of his
thighs. His eyes were staring at the buttons that held my dress together
down the centre. I lowered my knees onto the chair straddling his
thighs, until I was sat on his lap facing him. His eyes took in the
straining buttons on my dress. He swallowed and reached for the bottom
button. I gave him a little encouraging groan as the first button sprang
from the button hole. I wondered if he could feel the wetness soak
through my panties and probably his school trousers! Another button
opened up and I looked at Adam's face. He was concentrating, taking in
the sight of more and more of his mother's legs, as they came into view.
The third button popped open and he pushed my dress open, like they
were curtains on a stage. I pulled my fingers through his school tie. My
eyes followed my fingers until I reached the end of his tie.
"You are all hard for mummy then?" I purred faintly.
I felt his fingers glide up my stockings, and onto the now exposed lilac
suspender straps. I didn't want to quiver as he traced along bare
thigh, but I did. I couldn't stop myself.
He was bold and confident, and now pulling my suspender straps away from
my thighs. I felt my stockings stretch under the firm but gentle
pressure. I could see also the way he wrapped his fists into my lilac
suspenders. I put my hand out slowly, and touched the cock that strained
under his grey trousers. He flinched a little, but as if to get his own
back, I felt a finger push against my wet lilac panties. I gasped as
his finger traced over my tight panties. He ran it very slowly and
deliberately, along my soaked pussy lips.
"Not so smug now, are you?" he said, with a little grin.
I suppose I was now panting and shaking, almost uncontrollably. I went
to get up but his fist grabbed my suspender strap more firmly. My heart
was pounding and I felt so powerless to stop him taking over. I couldn't
believe it, this was me supposed to be seducing my son, now he had
turned it right around! It felt ever so wicked, but so bloody sexy.
His eyes burnt into mine, almost making me look away.
"I bet you weren't dressed like this this morning, when you went into
town?" he said softly, but almost like he was telling me off for
something.
I shook my head agreeing with him, in a little submissive manner.
"You want it don't you?" he almost hissed.
I nodded and again gasped. He had pushed his finger in the leg band of my lilac panties. And now it dived into my juicy pussy.
"You didn't have stockings on, nor makeup this morning did you mother?"
This time it was a definite hiss that he spoke with, and his finger pushed up making me rise off him a little.
Again I shook my head, several times. I felt decidedly like he was
telling me off now, and I was responding to it, very submissively!
"Undo the rest of your dress," he mumbled thickly, and then swallowed.
Now I was blood nodding, like a little willing frightened virgin!
"You are just like a girl I know, she was all fingers and thumbs," he said, almost with distain.
"What girl?" I panted.
He just smiled at me, with a wicked glint in his eye.
I cursed the mess I was making of stripping for my son. Never before had
I ever got this worked up! Mind you, it didn't help the way he poked
and prodded with his exploring finger up my wet, willing, pussy!
Finally my dress flapped open, and Adam gasped.
His free hand circled my left breast and he squeezed it. I watched with
an open mouth, as it changed shape in his fist. It hurt a little, but
god did it turn me on! He took a bigger handful and pulled again. I
lifted up again off his lap, as his finger in my pussy started moving
quickly in and out.
I had told hold onto his shoulders, as I gasped and moaned.
"Oh Adam.....oh my good god," I squealed.
I trembled and shook as he kept up his assault on my pussy and tit. My orgasm was so intense I felt like I would pass out!
"My other drawings are harder than anything you have seen so far, do you
really want to see then?" he teased through gritted teeth.
"Yes.....fuck me, yes!" I wailed, as I crumpled forward.
I just lay slumped forward for a few minutes, until I felt his legs struggling to move. I kissed his cheek and moved back.
"I need to clean up," he mumbled.
I looked down and saw two wet patches. One from my pussy and the other
from his cock! I hadn't even realised he had reached an orgasm. I moved
down to the floor looking at my bright red tit that had been mauled and
pinched. Then I looked up into Adam's eyes as he stood over me, still
getting his breath back. I put my hand on his thigh and grinned at him.
"Let me do it?" I asked softly.
I carried on looking into his eyes as I tugged his zip down. My shaking
fingers opened his trousers and I pulled them to his knees, along with
his pants. His cock sprang up a little, and then it sort of slowed, but
still kept rising. I could smell his spunk, and there it was smeared on
his cock head. I grabbed his dick half way down. My grip increased as I
pulled my hand up extremely slowly. I watched spunk ooze from the tip,
just a single drop, hanging there, threatening to fall slowly like
treacle. I opened my mouth and moved my head forward.
"Holy fuck," Adam gasped, when he saw what I intended doing.
I stuck out my tongue and looked up at my son's unbelieving face. I
licked his cock head, making sure to pull it so everything oozed out. He
actually shuddered and pulled back a little, but there was no way I
would let his dick out of my hand. I left my tongue sticking out of my
mouth for a few seconds. The little white puddle now held his attention,
until I pulled it in my mouth and swallowed.
"I need to clean up," he said again.
I smiled a little surprised. I just held his cock and pushed my mouth
over it, as far as I could. My tongue swirled around, and I made sure to
cover every part of his cock that I could reach. Finally, I moved off
still holding his cock. I looked up into his eyes.
"I've just done it for you," I cooed.
I got to my feet and started to do up my dress. I moved close to Adam,
and I could see he didn't know what to expect. I took hold of his still
hard cock and moved against him. I rubbed his cock over my wet panties,
and then pushed it between my legs. I closed my legs and pinched his
hard dick against the underside of my panties. I pulled his ass cheeks
making sure his pelvis was hard against mine. I whimpered and groaned as
I pulled back very, very slowly. Adam's cock rubbed hard under the
gusset of my soaked panties. He shuddered and gulped. I squeeze my
thighs tight together. The only contact between mother and son was my
thighs and his stiff dick!
"Hell mum, you are so bloody sexy," he mumbled.
I grinned and kissed his lips, as I slightly shuffled my thighs, so they
rocked my stocking tops on his erection. Finally I pulled away from his
erection, just stopping and feeling it spring up the front of my soaked
panties. When we both looked down he was fully erect.
"I had better put the oven on. Then when we have had tea, you can show me your drawings," I said with a sexy grin.
"Mum, can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked, in pleading tone.
"We'll see darling. We'll see," I answered.
I moved round the kitchen with my dress wide open. Adam sat watching and
drawing me. As I moved past him he would grab something, anything! My
tits got a mauling, and my pussy was groped by my very turned on son. My
face was constantly red, and my thumping heart was echoing round my
chest. Adam just gave me deep lust filled looks. He moved behind me
while I was peeling the potatoes. He knelt on the floor with his head up
under my dress. His lips kissed my ass as he lowered my soggy panties
to my ankles. I clung to the sink as he pushed a finger between my legs
and toyed with my pussy.
"Adam, tea will be ruined," I said, for some strange reason.
It still didn't stop him dragging me over to the kitchen table. He
pushed me forward and moved between my eagerly spread thighs. I
whimpered as he fed his excited cock straight into me. His thrust
forward had me collapsing onto the table. His grunts were full of
energy, and his trembling hands pulled back on my hips.
So this was it, my son was taking what he wanted, and the thrill of his young cock had me gasping and groaning with lust.
"Darling, you're hurting mummy a little bit," I whimpered.
"Well I'm not going to stop, fucking you," he panted.
"I don't want you to stop, sweetheart," I mumbled, as my jiggling tits rubbed on the hard wooden table.
My words seemed to encourage him, he started hammering me harder, and digging his fingers in my hips.
It wasn't long before we both came together in heavy grunts, and with shaking limbs.
I ran my fingers through my messed up hair. I started doing my dress up,
but Adam pulled my hands down. He pulled my sweat soaked dress off my
shoulders and threw it on a kitchen chair. He pulled my panties up, and
with trembling fingers I managed to get tea back on track, as Adam
returned to his sketch pad.
Half an hour later I sat down in just my panties, suspenders, stockings,
and high heels. We started eating, giving each other silly little grins
from time to time.
Halfway through our tea Adam got up and stood next to me. I stopped eating and looked at the sketch he put next to my plate.
There I stood bending into the oven. I was wearing what I had on now, my
massive tits hung down very low. My nipples seemed almost 2 inches long
and nearly touching the floor! Behind me there was a woman drawn from
the waist down. Her hands rested on her hips, and in one hand dangled a
whip. I looked at the marks across my bare ass. I knew they were
supposed to be lines made from the whip. In the foreground on the floor
was a dog bowl with the word MUM on the side. Adam was now rolling my
nipples as I just stared at his sketch. He had only done it as a rough
sketch, but in that time he had put detail where detail would say the
most.
"Who is the woman with the whip?" I asked slowly.
"Does it really matter?" he said softly.
I turned to him taking in the bulge in his pants. Everything was turning
me on so much, my son playing with my nipple, his hard on, the drawing,
and that woman who had just whipped me.
Adam lowered his pants and his cock sprang up. I gulped and turned
sideways on the chair. I bent my head forward a little and lifted his
hard dick. He groaned as I started licking his balls and gently pulling
his erection.
"Who would you like the woman to be?" Adam asked.
"I, I don't care," I panted, and then plunged my mouth over his cock.
As I sucked and pumped him he became more eager. He pushed his cock
further into my mouth and I rose up on the chair. He followed me pushing
down on my shoulders. I choked a little but I didn't really mind. My
head was full of the drawing. I knew who I wanted the woman to be, but I
just couldn't bring myself to tell my son.
"I want to do it on your tits," Adam grunted.
I took his cock out of my mouth and started jerking him. I looked up
into his red turned on face and gave him a submissive smile.
"Darling, if you want to shoot on mummy's tits, then you do it," I purred.
His hand took over, as I put both hands under my breasts and lifted and
pushed them together. I held them up, offering them, like a shelf for
him to land on.
His hand was a blur for a few moments but suddenly it slowed. Any second
now he would shoot out on his target. I gasped when the first hot jet
hit me. It sent electrical waves through pulsing through my nerves. Adam
hissed, grunted, and swore under his breath, his face had contorted as
he shot load after load on my tits. The hot white streaks had my pussy
running with juice. My mind was flooding with thoughts of Ruby whipping
my ass in front of ex husband, and my son!
I grabbed the tea towel as Adam slumped back in his chair. I wiped my
soaked tits and threw the tea towel onto the floor in front of the
washing machine. My trembling fingers picked up my knife and fork.
"Oh dear, the food has gone cold," I said.
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