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I'm a fairly tidy person ; I always have been. I never got fussed at for not picking up my clothes or keeping my room straight. As an adult, I became more so. I'm not manic or ill-tempered about it, but ‘ everything has a situation and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the reasons I'm a good software package engineer. That was the sentiment of a girl I lived with in college. It was also the reason she moved out.

It's the independent understanding I noticed that things would be moved slightly or something like a small bottle of shampoo would be in the shower and then gone. I live alone in my small apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a place and everything in its situation'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

I work offshore, and I have a fairly consistent agenda of three calendar week on, three weeks off. This means when I'm gone, the flat should be vacate, but it was looking like that wasn't the case.

None of my family has a key ; none live in town. There is a hidden key I move around some. It's there in vitrine I lose my paint or someone in the kinsperson needs to get in because of an emergency brake.

A couple of calendar month ago everything came to a head when I came off my shift ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a particular order, and they were out of order. I felt like the tierce Bears in Goldielocks and the tierce Bears.

"What the fuck, someone's been sleeping in my bed."

I wasn't pissed really ; I just wanted to solve the mystery. So that afternoon, I bought a stealth security camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my displacement, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to solve the mystery. That feeling was transient because when I got home, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the television camera angle. I could see social movement around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six to a greater extent cameras, so every inch of the apartment was in view, and I used my information processing system to crack the camera angle, which is what I should have done in the commencement place.

It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the meter I got home, I was in a rush to download the SD cards to my figurer and solve this mystery.

I pulled up the camera that covered the look door and hit sport. The woman in her forty wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight skirt, and sleazy high-heels, for sure wasn't goldilocks ; it was my mother.

"Holy shit !"Were the first Book out of my mouth, and then I hit the intermission button.

When the shock of recognition wore off, the question shouting at me was,"Why is she dressed like this ?"

I zoomed in to arrive at sure it was her. The high-resolution image didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few instant to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really thought of her as any especial age or having any personality early than Mother.

She was barely 18 when I was born, so at forty-six, she still sat in the MILF group. I had some friends that commented about how hot she was, but I always just brushed it off. There was no brushing this off.

I hit play, and the ‘ why'followed her into the room and closed the door.

"Oh, fucking !"I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some metre to process all this.

It was obvious where this was going, and I wasn't really certainly if I wanted to go there with them. I sat and stared at the screen, stared at this really hot woman who was an erotic wet dream but resembled my mother. The longsighted I stared, the more erotic she got, and the harder my pecker got. When I had a full-on blooper, I hit play.

I was surprised at the good speech sound tone. Her voice was clear, soft to see, and sultry.

"Just bear right there, big boy. Mama's got a little show for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a sluggish strip. First, the skirt hit the floor. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one side with her metrical unit. That left her with a first-rate tiny G-string, the squalid high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off next, slowly. She was lifting it over her head a piffling at a meter, and it seemed to lift and drag her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her pinhead fell innocent with a leaping and tilt that made me catch my breathing place. I had no idea her teat were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slid across her teat, pulling and slightly stretching her mammilla, down to the G-string, which she clasped in both handwriting. In one violent question tore the flip-flop off her organic structure and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her ft on the seat of a president next to the bed. The move was aggressive, almost defiant. Her posture dared him to look at her completely full pussy. Her hand drug across her pussy and then up to her mouth as she sucked her fingers.

"yield off your shirt, Big Boy. mum wants to see some skin."

The guy was almost hypnotized as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Let Mama show you how."

In two rapid footfall, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fast and violent motility, she tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.

"That's the way mammy likes it done, Baby Boy."

She took two steps back and stood infantry apart, hired hand on her hips. Again, there was edgy defiance in her voice.

"Out of those pants, Baby. mamma wants to see some intemperately cock."

Now the guy was yanking his bloomers down, trying to get out of them before she tore them off. She paced around him, hands still on her hips, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his stopcock with her hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

"Mama likes cut. mummy doesn't like uncut."There was a suspension."Mama wants to get it on if you play with your cut peepee at night ?"

The guy nodded.

"Do you need mom to stir your peepee until blank goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your articulatio genus and lick Mommy's pussy until she's happy."

She put her foot on the hot seat again, and he dropped down and started licking her pussy.

After about six or seven minute, she seemed to cum. It wasn't super intense, but it seemed like she did.

Her climate changed some ; she wasn't as aggressive. She sat on the chair started stroking the guy's dick and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his dick in her mouth and sucked him until he shot a shipment of cum in her back talk. She stood up with the mouth good of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the payload into his mouth. She kissed both of his eyes, and he swallowed.

There were bid import while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the shoot down shirt, and in a few minute of arc, he was ready to leave. He gave her a long passionate kiss and let himself out the front door.

She still had the high-heels on and nothing else. She opened the back door and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a change of wearing apparel, but I wasn't expecting a dildo in the condition of a dog cock, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, fill out with a vast greyback, up to the knot pumping it in and out. Her branch were overspread wide, so I could see her starting to push the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussy.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the CRT screen. I have a affair about really big dogs in close, very loving relationships with char, so her alternative was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could see her voicelessness,"Yes, Baby. nooky me, baby. Yes, fuck me…"The endure word trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause button. I was in a province of finish disbelief and impact, plus I had an ache, throbbing hard-on. I had never had this form of hard-on, but then I had never seen what I just saw.

After a few minute of arc, I backed the video recording up to the scratch line of the strip appearance and then timed my cumming with the knot popping in her pussy. I had to throw my shirt and pants in the wash. The little handwriting towel was overwhelmed with a immense load.

I spent the rest of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty much a rematch of the first episode. Sometimes the guy was different, but it always ended with that enormous dog dildo.

I hardly left the flat. I played the picture over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did notice the Sir Thomas More I watched the picture, the more separated I became from what was on the screen, and the more I became the detach voyeur.

I reloaded all the cameras as I left for my work shift, not certain what I would find when I got back.

On my return, I found the camera were almost full as I downloaded the SD placard and basically saw a repeat of the first television. There was one session or instalment that was different.

The guy looked a big wad like me ; same system of weights, hair people of color, and stature. Her display seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her barker dash before she blew him. She touched him more and was Sir Thomas More tender than with the others.

After he left, it was the dog dildo voice ; that was the surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her representative was slightly louder and soft to understand. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, child. Oh, deeper push deeper. I'll do it. I want to do it for you… I'm felicitous to do it for you… supporter me with the knot… Help me fuck the mile, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my child T…."

Her representative trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the TV and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a XII times, there was no query that she said my name. I was the mortal in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the sleep of the time before my adjacent shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a thorny one.

I had become the detached voyeur, and the wet ambition in the video wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed foreign, but it was a side-effect of looking at this part of my spirit through a television camera genus Lens.

I left a note on the bath mirror.

I know, and I would care to mouth. Love, T

The head trip home when my shift ended seemed to proceed like cold honey. I had no thought what I was going to incur, but my curiosity wanted an solution right this instant. Even pocket-size time lag caused excessive temper.

Finally, I pushed open the strawman door, and there she was ; with the jet black, Betty page wig, squiffy skirt, the off the articulatio humeri, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a chalk of red vino in front of her folded hands. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in strawman of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.

There was also a Methedrine of wine on my side of the table, so I sat down.

"Welcome home."Her voice sounded more like the woman I knew.

"I have a million questions."

Considering how emotionally charged the moment was, our spokesperson were calm and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did hear right hand ? You did scream my name. I was the soul you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost instant hard-on.

"What is it you want to do for me ? That you'll be glad to do ?"

She took a sip of wine and set the glass down. She leaned in slightly and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Anything. I'll do anything you ask me to do."

"Anything ?"There was a sealed amount of disbelief in my spokesperson.

"Absolutely anything you ask, I'll do."

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this name in."

By this clock time, my dick was rock hard and aching.

"Do you require the prospicient, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely truncated explanation ?"

"super short."

"goodness. A few days back, I stumbled on to a assembly and schmoose way about sex and taboo. Through that chat way, I found other land site where I started to explore my sexuality and extend my persuasion of sex. I discovered that I found the estimate of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those tabu even more so, and the strong the taboo, the more intense the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the cleaning woman you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your film of the girl and her Irish Wolf cad. At number one, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that taboo created a stiff desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a booster, you would roll in the hay to be share of that kind of human relationship ; you became part of the fantasy.

"Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strong taboo, incest and bestiality, at the Saami fourth dimension. That was the most intense and erotic fantasy I could mean of.

"Up until a few weeks ago, it was only a fantasy."

She had a fragile grinning as she stood and stepped back from the tabular array. Her foot pushed the chair to one position. There was the same aggressive look I'd seen in the picture as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her manpower came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the skirt in each hand with a tight handgrip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the hindquarters of her blouse and pulled it tight against her abdomen as she started to root for it over her head. The stern edge caught the underside of her breast, lifting them until they fell free with a soft leaping. A insidious move of her shoulders created a flimsy tremor that traveled from her thorax to her nipples.

The red glitter-covered high-heel landed on the seat of the electric chair with an assertive clump. This opened up her stance, completely exposing her pussy.

Her properly hired hand spread the lips of her pussy as three digit of the left hand hired man pushed into the opening. Those finger's breadth were pulled up her stomach, across her large tits and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly sucked clean, and then her mitt went to her hip.

"Now, babe Boy, let Mama show you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a subtle shake of her shoulder joint, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said,"And bring in the dog dick, Baby. ”