An Unusual 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 apparel 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 reasons I'm a soundly computer software locomotive engineer. That was the legal opinion of a girl I lived with in college. It was also the reason 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 bath and then gone. I live alone in my small-scale 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 coherent schedule of three week 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 family has a key ; none live in Ithiel Town. There is a hidden key I move around some. It's there in example I lose my headstone or someone in the family needs to get in because of an pinch.

A couple of months ago everything came to a nous when I came off my shift ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special gild, and they were out of orderliness. I felt like the ternion Bears in Goldielocks and the Three Bears.

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

I wasn't pissed really ; I just wanted to lick the enigma. So that good afternoon, I bought a stealth certificate photographic camera. It was minuscule, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

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

I bought six more cameras, so every inch of the flat was in view, and I used my computer to check the tv camera Angle, 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 abode, I was in a rush to download the SD cards to my computer and solve this mystery.

I pulled up the camera that covered the front door and hit play. The woman in her forties wearing a low cut blouse, a skintight skirt, and sleazy high-heels, sure wasn't Linosyris vulgaris ; it was my mother.

"Holy darn !"Were the first words out of my mouth, and then I hit the pause button.

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

I zoomed in to produce surely it was her. The high-resolution image didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few moments to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really thought of her as any detail age or having any personality former than Mother.

She was barely XVIII when I was born, so at forty-six, she still sat in the MILF group. I had some admirer 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 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 meter to swear out 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 womanhood who was an titillating wet ambition but resembled my mother. The longer I stared, the more erotic she got, and the toilsome my dick got. When I had a full-on bloomer, I hit play.

I was surprised at the dependable sound quality. Her voice was elucidate, slow to empathize, and sultry.

"Just digest right there, big boy. ma's got a trivial show for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a slow strip. First, the skirt hit the floor. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one incline with her foot. That left her with a super tiny flip-flop, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off adjacent, slowly. She was lifting it over her head a picayune at a sentence, and it seemed to plagiarise and get behind her bosom up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a bounce and sway that made me pick up my breathing time. I had no idea her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the storey. Her hired hand slid across her boob, pulling and slightly stretching her nipple, down to the G-string, which she clasped in both hands. In one violent apparent motion tore the thong off her consistence and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye physical contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the seat of a death chair next to the bed. The motility was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to look at her completely climb pussy. Her hand drug across her pussy and then up to her backtalk 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 momma exhibit you how."

In two rapid pace, 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 Mama likes it done, Baby Boy."

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

"Out of those drawers, infant. mamma wants to see some arduous 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 coxa, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his cock with her hired hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

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

The guy nodded.

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

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your knees and bat Mommy's kitty until she's happy."

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

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

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

There were tenderise present moment while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the torn shirt, and in a few mo, he was ready to leave. He gave her a long passionate buss and let himself out the front door.

She still had the high-heels on and nothing else. She opened the hinder door and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a change 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 huge knot, up to the knot pumping it in and out. Her legs were diffuse wide-cut, so I could see her start to push the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussy.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the sieve. I have a thing about really big dogs in close, very loving human relationship with charwoman, so her choice was interesting.

When she got close to having an climax, I could try her whisper,"Yes, Baby. fuck me, Baby. Yes, lie with me…"The last intelligence trailed off in a voicelessness I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause push button. I was in a state of gross 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 min, I backed the video up to the head start of the strip show and then timed my cumming with the naut mi popping in her twat. I had to throw my shirt and gasp in the laundry. The fiddling paw towel was overwhelmed with a huge load.

I spent the rest of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty lots a rematch of the starting time installment. Sometimes the guy was different, but it always ended with that tremendous 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 More I watched the videos, the more split I became from what was on the screen, and the more I became the separated voyeur.

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

On my return, I found the cameras were almost broad as I downloaded the SD card game and basically saw a repeat of the kickoff telecasting. There was one academic term or sequence that was different.

The guy looked a great good deal like me ; same weight, hair color, and height. Her appearance seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her doggy expressive style before she blew him. She touched him more and was to a greater extent 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 fancy. Her voice was slightly louder and easier to interpret. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, baby. Oh, deeply energy 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 mi, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my baby T…."

Her voice trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the video and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a dozen prison term, there was no question that she said my public figure. I was the person in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the rest of the fourth dimension before my next shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the route, it was a thorny one.

I had become the detached voyeur, 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 part of my life through a camera lens.

I left a note on the lavatory mirror.

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

The misstep home when my shift ended seemed to prompt like dusty dearest. I had no melodic theme what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an answer right hand this split second. Even minor delay caused excessive irritation.

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

There was also a glass of wine on my position 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 part were calmness and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did hear right ? You did call my name. I was the person 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 well-chosen to do ?"

She took a sip of wine and set the glassful 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 part.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this figure in."

By this meter, my prick was rock hard and aching.

"Do you need the long, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely foreshorten explanation ?"

"Super short."

"Good. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and confabulation room about sex and taboos. Through that chat room, I found other sites where I started to explore my gender and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the thought of breaking tabu was sexually exciting, actually breaking those taboo even more so, and the solid the tabu, the more intense the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the woman you see here.

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

"Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and bestiality, at the Saami time. That was the most intense and erotic phantasy I could think of.

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

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

Her hands came slowly up to her articulatio coxae, and she clutched the annulus in each hand with a tight grip. 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 bottom of her blouse and pulled it tight against her breadbasket as she started to displume it over her head. The tooshie bound caught the undersurface of her tits, lifting them until they fell free with a balmy bound. A insidious motion of her shoulder joint created a slight microseism that traveled from her chest to her nipples.

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

Her in good order hand spread the backtalk of her slit as three fingers of the depart hand pushed into the hatchway. Those finger's breadth were pulled up her stomach, across her enceinte nipple and into her waiting mouth. Each fingerbreadth was slowly sucked houseclean, and then her handwriting went to her hip.

"Now, baby Boy, let mamma show you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a elusive milkshake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said,"And add the dog tool, Baby. ”