An unusual visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly healthy someone ; 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 fussy about it, but ‘ everything has a place and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the ground I'm a proficient software engineer. That was the vox populi of a missy I lived with in college. It was also the grounds she moved out.

It's the main reason I noticed that matter 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 lowly 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 docket of three weeks on, three weeks off. This means when I'm gone, the apartment should be empty, but it was looking like that wasn't the case.

None of my folk has a key ; none live in town. There is a conceal key I move around some. It's there in case I lose my headstone or individual in the family needs to get in because of an emergency.

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 exceptional order, and they were out of Holy Order. I felt like the Three Bears in Goldielocks and the Three Bears.

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

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

I left for my sack, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to solve the mystery story. That feel was short-lived because when I got home, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the camera angle. I could see drift around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six Sir Thomas More television camera, so every inch of the apartment was in view, and I used my figurer to chink the television camera angle, which is what I should have done in the first place.

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

I pulled up the television camera that covered the face door and hit shimmer. The woman in her forties wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight dame, and sleazy high-heels, surely wasn't Goldilocks ; it was my mother.

"sanctum tinker's dam !"Were the maiden words out of my mouthpiece, and then I hit the interruption button.

When the impact of realisation wore off, the head shouting at me was,"Why is she dressed like this ?"

I zoomed in to make sure it was her. The high-resolution image didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few bit to adapt to how hot she looked. I had never really cerebration of her as any especial age or having any personality other than Mother.

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

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

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

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

I was surprised at the practiced auditory sensation timbre. Her voice was light, easy to understand, and sultry.

"Just stand up right there, big boy. Mama's got a footling show for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a dull funnies. first base, the skirt hit the level. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one English with her foot. That left her with a topnotch tiny flip-flop, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off side by side, slowly. She was lifting it over her read/write head a little at a metre, and it seemed to sneak and drag her boob up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a bounce and sway that made me hitch my breath. I had no theme her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the story. Her hands slid across her tits, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the thong, which she clasped in both hands. In one violent apparent motion tore the G-string off her body and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the tail end of a professorship next to the bed. The move was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to seem at her completely waxed kitty. Her paw drug across her pussy and then up to her oral cavity as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let mamma show you how."

In two speedy dance step, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both custody. In one fasting and red move, she tore open his shirt, sending clit flying across the room.

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

She took two steps back and stood feet apart, mitt on her hips. Again, there was edgy rebelliousness in her voice.

"Out of those pants, baby. mamma wants to see some operose cock."

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

"mammy likes cut. mammy doesn't like uncut."There was a pause."Mama wants to have sex if you play with your cut peepee at Night ?"

The guy nodded.

"Do you need mama to touch your peepee until white goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

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

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

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

Her mood changed some ; she wasn't as aggressive. She sat on the professorship started stroking the guy's cock and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his dick in her mouth and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her rima oris. She stood up with the mouth wax of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the burden into his mouth. She kissed both of his eye, and he swallowed.

There were tender here and now while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to supervene upon the displume shirt, and in a few minutes, he was cook to leave. He gave her a long passionate kiss and let himself out the strawman door.

She still had the high-heels on and goose egg else. She opened the back threshold and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a change of apparel, but I wasn't expecting a dildo in the shape of a dog turncock, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, unadulterated with a huge mile, up to the greyback pumping it in and out. Her legs were spread extensive, so I could see her beginning to push the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussycat.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the screen. I have a thing about really big domestic dog in close, very loving relationships with charwoman, so her choice was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could hear her rustle,"Yes, infant. Fuck me, baby. Yes, shtup me…"The finally Christian Bible trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause button. I was in a state of thoroughgoing disbelief and shock, plus I had an aching, throbbing hard-on. I had never had this kind of hard-on, but then I had never seen what I just saw.

After a few moment, I backed the video up to the start of the strip show show and then timed my cumming with the mi popping in her kitty-cat. I had to throw my shirt and knickers in the laundry. The lilliputian paw towel was overwhelmed with a huge load.

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

I hardly left the apartment. I played the videos over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did notice the to a greater extent I watched the videos, the more dissever I became from what was on the CRT screen, and the more I became the detached peeper.

I reloaded all the cameras as I left for my teddy, not certain what I would ascertain when I got back.

On my restoration, I found the cameras were almost full as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repeat of the number one video recording. There was one sitting or installment that was different.

The guy looked a big mickle like me ; Saame weight, hair color, and superlative. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her doggy style before she blew him. She touched him more and was more tender than with the others.

After he left, it was the dog dildo part ; that was the surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her voice was slightly loud and soft to realise. She cried out as the air mile popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, baby. Oh, mysterious pushing deeper. I'll do it. I want to do it for you… I'm happy to do it for you… Help me with the knot… Help me fuck the knot, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my baby T…."

Her representative trailed off to a susurration, but I backed up the video and listened again. I cranked up the intensity and listened some more. After listening half a dozen clip, there was no question that she said my epithet. I was the person in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the rest of the time before my next shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a setaceous one.

I had become the detached Peeping Tom, and the wet dream in the telecasting wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed strange, but it was a side-effect of looking at this part of my life-time through a camera crystalline lens.

I left a note on the bathroom mirror.

I know, and I would like to talk. lovemaking, T

The trip-up home when my shift ended seemed to move like inhuman honey. I had no estimate what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an solution right this instant. Even minor hold caused overweening discomfort.

Finally, I pushed open the social movement room access, and there she was ; with the jet black, Betty Page wig, compressed skirt, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine in front of her folded hands. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in front of the wine-coloured was the dog dildo, and it was more telling in person, too.

There was also a glass of wine-coloured on my side of meat 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 interpreter were calm and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did hear right ? You did shout out my name. I was the person you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost crying hard-on.

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

She took a sip of wine and set the drinking 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 measure of disbelief in my voice.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this figure in."

By this sentence, my shaft was rock hard and aching.

"Do you want the yearn, detailed explanation, or the short-change, extremely abbreviated account ?"

"Super short."

"good. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and schmooze room about sex and taboos. Through that confab room, I found other sites where I started to research my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the melodic theme of breaking taboo was sexually stimulate, actually breaking those taboo even more so, and the strong the taboo, the more intense the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the cleaning lady you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your film of the daughter and her Irish Wolf Hound. At first, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that taboo created a secure desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a friend, you would enjoy to be parting of that kind of relationship ; you became part of the fantasy.

"fuck you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and zooerasty, at the same prison term. That was the most intense and erotic fantasy I could think of.

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

She had a slight smile as she stood and stepped back from the table. Her foot pushed the chair to one side. There was the same belligerent tone I'd seen in the videos as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her manpower came slowly up to her hip, and she clutched the skirt in each hand with a wet travelling bag. 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 seat of her blouse and pulled it tight against her venter as she started to pull it over her principal. The bottom edge caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell free with a soft leaping. A elusive movement of her shoulders created a slight tremor that traveled from her bureau to her nipples.

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

Her right hand spread the lips of her pussy as three finger of the left manus pushed into the opening. Those fingers were pulled up her stomach, across her large knocker and into her waiting sass. Each finger was slowly sucked clean, and then her hand went to her hip.

"Now, infant Boy, let Mama prove you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a pernicious wag of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said,"And bring the dog pecker, child. ”