An Unusual Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

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

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

It's the main reason I noticed that thing 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 humble apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a topographic point and everything in its plaza'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

I work offshore, and I have a fairly consistent schedule of three hebdomad 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 kinfolk has a key ; none live in town. There is a secret key I move around some. It's there in casing I lose my keys or someone in the kinsfolk needs to get in because of an exigency.

A couple of months ago everything came to a head when I came off my displacement ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special fiat, and they were out of Holy Order. I felt like the tercet 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 mystery. So that good afternoon, I bought a stealing security camera. It was small-scale, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shift, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to solve the mystery. That notion was transitory because when I got home, I discovered I hadn't been measured about the camera angle. I could see bm around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six more tv camera, so every in of the apartment was in horizon, and I used my computer to check up on the tv camera slant, which is what I should have done in the first place.

It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the time I got home, I was in a hastiness to download the SD lineup to my information processing system and work this mystery.

I pulled up the camera that covered the front door and hit play. The cleaning woman in her XL wearing a low cut blouse, a skintight chick, and cheesy high-heels, sure wasn't Goldilocks ; it was my female parent.

"Holy dogshit !"Were the first words out of my back talk, and then I hit the pause button.

When the jolt of acknowledgement wore off, the interrogation shouting at me was,"Why is she dressed like this ?"

I zoomed in to make certain it was her. The high-resolution ikon didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few moments to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really mean of her as any particular proposition 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 protagonist that commented about how hot she was, but I always just brushed it off. There was no brushing this off.

I hit frolic, and the ‘ why'followed her into the way 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 trusted if I wanted to go there with them. I sat and stared at the screen, stared at this really hot cleaning woman who was an titillating wet dream but resembled my mother. The longer I stared, the more erotic she got, and the harder my dick got. When I had a full-on boo-boo, I hit play.

I was surprised at the just audio calibre. Her articulation was sack up, easy to understand, and sultry.

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

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the sleeping accommodation and started a retard comic strip. first, the annulus hit the floor. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one side with her foot. That left her with a tiptop tiny thong, the seamy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off following, slowly. She was lifting it over her drumhead a little at a metre, and it seemed to hook and drag her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her dope fell free with a bounce and rock that made me view my breath. I had no idea her tit were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slip across her titmouse, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the flip-flop, which she clasped in both work force. In one violent motion tore the G-string off her body and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye liaison with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the seat of a chair next to the bed. The move was strong-growing, almost defiant. Her position dared him to look at her completely climb pussy. Her hand drug across her pussy and then up to her mouth as she sucked her fingers.

"Take off your shirt, Big Boy. Mama wants to see some skin."

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

"Let Mama show you how."

In two rapid steps, she was in nominal head of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fasting and wild relocation, she tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.

"That's the way Mama likes it done, infant Boy."

She took two steps back and stood feet apart, hands on her pelvic girdle. Again, there was edgy defiance in her voice.

"Out of those knickers, sister. mum wants to see some concentrated cock."

Now the guy was yanking his bloomers down, trying to get out of them before she tore them off. She paced around him, manus 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 rough enough that I could see him wince.

"Mama likes cut. Mama doesn't like uncut."There was a interruption."Mama wants to know if you play with your cut peepee at night ?"

The guy nodded.

"Do you want Mama to match your peepee until Patrick Victor Martindale White goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your knees and lick ma's slit 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 minutes, she seemed to cum. It wasn't super intense, but it seemed like she did.

Her humour changed some ; she wasn't as aggressive. She sat on the chair started stroking the guy's stopcock and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his hammer in her mouth and sucked him until he shot a cargo of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the backtalk full of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his mouth. She kissed both of his centre, and he swallowed.

There were raw moment while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to supervene upon the torn shirt, and in a few minutes, he was ready to lead. He gave her a long passionate osculation and let himself out the front door.

She still had the high-heels on and zilch else. She opened the stake door and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a alteration of clothes, but I wasn't expecting a dildo in the shape of a dog cock, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, ended with a immense knot, up to the nautical mile pumping it in and out. Her legs were outspread wide, so I could see her starting time to push the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussycat.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the covert. I have a thing about really big detent in close, very loving kinship with women, so her choice was interesting.

When she got close to having an coming, I could hear her rustle,"Yes, sister. screwing me, Baby. Yes, fuck me…"The last intelligence trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the interruption release. I was in a state of arrant disbelief and cushion, plus I had an ache, 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 minutes, I backed the picture up to the start of the funnies show and then timed my cumming with the knot popping in her twat. I had to throw my shirt and pant in the laundry. The little hand towel was overwhelmed with a Brobdingnagian load.

I spent the quietus of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty lots a replay 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 videos over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did point out the Thomas More I watched the videos, the more separated I became from what was on the concealment, and the more I became the separated voyeur.

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

On my return, I found the cameras were almost replete as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repetition of the first gear video recording. There was one session or episode that was different.

The guy looked a great great deal like me ; Saami weight, hair color, and tiptop. Her show seemed more titillating if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her pooch 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 surprisal. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her representative was slightly louder and easier to understand. She cried out as the mi popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, baby. Oh, deeper energy deeper. I'll do it. I want to do it for you… I'm well-chosen 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 vox trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the telecasting and listened again. I cranked up the mass and listened some more. After listening half a twelve prison term, there was no question that she said my name. I was the someone in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the eternal rest of the time before my following duty period started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a briery one.

I had become the detached voyeur, and the wet dream in the television wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed unknown, but it was a side-effect of looking at this parting of my aliveness through a camera lens.

I left a bank bill on the lav mirror.

I know, and I would like to utter. sexual love, T

The trip home when my shift ended seemed to displace like cold-blooded honey. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an reply right this instant. Even minor delays caused excessive soreness.

Finally, I pushed open the forepart door, and there she was ; with the jet inglorious, Betty Page wig, close dame, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the bum high-heels sitting with a chalk of red vino in front of her folded work force. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in front of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.

There was also a glass of wine on my incline 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 second was, our articulation were serene and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did hear right wing ? You did call my public figure. I was the soul you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost heartbeat erection.

"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 certain amount 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 time, my dick was rock hard and aching.

"Do you desire the farseeing, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely abbreviate explanation ?"

"superintendent short."

"commodity. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat room about sex and tabu. Through that New World chat way, I found other web site where I started to explore my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking tabu was sexually exciting, actually breaking those tabu even more so, and the stronger the tabu, the Sir Thomas More acute the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the cleaning lady you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your film of the girl and her Irish Wolf Hound. At initiative, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that taboo created a inviolable desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a protagonist, you would make love to be part of that kind of relationship ; you became part of the fantasy.

"shag you and fucking the dog broke two of the unassailable taboos, incest and zooerastia, at the same prison term. That was the most intense and erotic illusion I could think of.

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

She had a slight smile as she stood and stepped back from the board. Her foot pushed the chairman to one incline. There was the same aggressive facial expression I'd seen in the video recording as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her hands came slowly up to her pelvic arch, and she clutched the skirt in each handwriting with a wet hairgrip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her dame and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the hind end of her blouse and pulled it tight against her breadbasket as she started to pull it over her psyche. The hind end bound caught the undersurface of her mammilla, lifting them until they fell free with a cushy leap. A insidious movement of her shoulder joint created a slight tremor that traveled from her chest to her nipples.

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

Her right hired man spread the lips of her pussy as three finger's breadth of the left over hired hand pushed into the opening. Those fingers were pulled up her stomach, across her enceinte tits and into her waiting oral cavity. Each fingerbreadth was slowly give suck sporting, and then her hand went to her hip.

"Now, baby Boy, let Mama express you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a pernicious trill of her articulatio humeri, and as she spun around to take the air in the bedroom, she said,"And add the dog cock, babe. ”