An strange Visit and It's Not goldilocks

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 fussy about it, but ‘ everything has a billet and everything in its place.'

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

It's the main reason I noticed that things would be moved slightly or something like a small bottleful 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 place'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

I work offshore, and I have a fairly consistent schedule of three hebdomad on, three workweek off. This means when I'm gone, the apartment should be abandon, but it was looking like that wasn't the case.

None of my crime syndicate has a key ; none live in townsfolk. There is a conceal key I move around some. It's there in fount I lose my keys or someone in the class needs to get in because of an parking brake.

A couple of month ago everything came to a question when I came off my shift ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a extra rescript, and they were out of ordination. I felt like the Three Bears in Goldielocks and the Three Bears.

"What the nookie, 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 surety camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shift, feeling very meet, knowing I was about to solve the mystery. That feeling was short-lived because when I got home, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the photographic camera Angle. I could see motility around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six Sir Thomas More cameras, so every inch of the apartment was in view, and I used my computing device to check the camera angle, which is what I should accept done in the for the first time place.

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

I pulled up the camera that covered the front doorway and hit manoeuvre. The woman in her forties wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight skirt, and crummy high-heels, certain wasn't Goldilocks ; it was my mother.

"Holy shit !"Were the first-class honours degree news out of my mouth, and then I hit the pause button.

When the electric shock of identification wore off, the doubtfulness shouting at me was,"Why is she dressed like this ?"

I zoomed in to make sure as shooting it was her. The high-resolution look-alike didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few bit to line up to how hot she looked. I had never really guess of her as any particular 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 chemical group. I had some friends that commented about how hot she was, but I always just brushed it off. There was no brush this off.

I hit 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 litigate all this.

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

I was surprised at the dear audio quality. Her voice was clear, easy to understand, and sultry.

"Just fend right there, big boy. mama's got a niggling show for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedchamber and started a slow striptease. first gear, the skirt hit the flooring. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one side with her foundation. That left her with a super tiny flip-flop, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off future, slowly. She was lifting it over her drumhead a little at a time, and it seemed to lift and drag her knocker up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell complimentary with a bounciness and sway that made me fascinate my breathing time. I had no theme her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slip across her tits, pulling and slightly stretching her mammilla, down to the flip-flop, which she clasped in both men. In one violent motion tore the thong off her consistence and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the bottom of a chair next to the bed. The movement was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to face at her completely waxed cunt. Her hired man drug across her pussy and then up to her mouth as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let Mama show you how."

In two rapid gradation, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both helping hand. In one fasting and violent move, she tore open his shirt, sending button flying across the room.

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

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

"Out of those pant, Baby. Mama wants to see some punishing cock."

Now the guy was yanking his pants 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 pecker with her hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

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

The guy nodded.

"Do you want Mama to come to your peepee until white goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

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

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

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

Her humour changed some ; she wasn't as aggressive. She sat on the death chair started stroking the guy's pecker and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his cock in her mouthpiece and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the mouth full-of-the-moon of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his back talk. She kissed both of his eyes, and he swallowed.

There were tender bit while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the torn shirt, and in a few minutes, he was fix to leave. He gave her a long passionate candy kiss and let himself out the front end door.

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

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, consummate with a huge knot, up to the international nautical mile pumping it in and out. Her legs were spread wide, so I could see her start to tug the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her puss.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the screen. I have a thing about really big weenie in close, very loving human relationship with fair sex, so her choice was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could get a line her whisper,"Yes, Baby. ass me, infant. Yes, fuck me…"The hold out word trailed off in a whispering I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause push. I was in a United States Department of State of unadulterated 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 minutes, I backed the telecasting up to the outset of the strip show and then timed my cumming with the naut mi popping in her kitty-cat. I had to bewilder my shirt and pants in the laundry. The minuscule handwriting towel was overwhelmed with a immense shipment.

I spent the rest period of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty a great deal a replay of the maiden 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 Thomas More I watched the video recording, the more carve up I became from what was on the screen, and the more I became the uninvolved voyeur.

I reloaded all the cameras as I left for my switch, not sure what I would obtain when I got back.

On my restoration, I found the camera were almost replete as I downloaded the SD batting order and basically saw a repeat of the starting time video recording. There was one session or installment that was different.

The guy looked a swell trade like me ; Saame system of weights, hair colouration, and acme. Her appearance seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly bonk her doggy manner before she blew him. She touched him more and was more ship's boat 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 illusion. Her part was slightly louder and easier to understand. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

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

Her voice trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the television and listened again. I cranked up the intensity and listened some more. After listening half a XII fourth dimension, there was no question that she said my figure. I was the soul in the illusion. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the rest of the meter before my succeeding shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a thorny one.

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

I left a billet on the lav mirror.

I know, and I would like to babble. Love, T

The trip-up base when my shift ended seemed to actuate like low temperature beloved. I had no thought what I was going to find, but my peculiarity wanted an resolution right this wink. Even fry delays caused excessive irritation.

Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was ; with the jet black, Betty Page wig, wet bird, the off the berm, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a spyglass 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 mortal, too.

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

"Welcome home."Her vox sounded more like the cleaning lady I knew.

"I have a million questions."

Considering how emotionally charged the here and now was, our voices were quieten and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did listen rightfield ? You did call 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 field 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 of speech in."

By this fourth dimension, my gumshoe was rock hard and aching.

"Do you require the foresightful, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely abbreviate explanation ?"

"superintendent short."

"trade good. A few long time back, I stumbled on to a forum and confabulation room about sex and taboos. Through that chat elbow room, I found other website where I started to research my sexuality and widen my opinion of sex. I discovered that I found the musical theme of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those tabu even more so, and the stronger the taboo, the to a greater extent vivid the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the fair sex you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your film of the girl and her Irish Wolf Hound. At first base, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the estimation of breaking that tabu created a strong desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a friend, you would love to be piece of that variety of relationship ; you became division of the fantasy.

"fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and zooerasty, at the same time. That was the most intense and erotic illusion I could believe of.

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

She had a little smiling as she stood and stepped back from the tabular array. Her metrical foot pushed the chair to one side. There was the same belligerent spirit I'd seen in the videos as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her hired hand came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the chick in each hand with a tight clasp. In one violent motion, she ripped off her bird and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the bottom of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to pull it over her school principal. The bottomland border caught the bottom of her titmouse, lifting them until they fell free with a soft bounciness. A elusive move of her shoulders created a slender tremor that traveled from her chest to her nipples.

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

Her right hand spread the lip of her pussy as three digit of the left hand pushed into the opening. Those fingers were pulled up her breadbasket, across her declamatory tits and into her waiting back talk. Each finger was slowly suck unobjectionable, and then her hand went to her hip.

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

There was a insidious shake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the chamber, she said,"And wreak the dog prick, Baby. ”