An Unusual Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly neaten mortal ; I always have been. I never got fussed at for not picking up my wearing 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 office and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the understanding I'm a good software locomotive engineer. That was the judgment of a lady friend I lived with in college. It was also the cause she moved out.

It's the main reason I noticed that things would be moved slightly or something like a small nursing bottle of shampoo would be in the rain shower and then gone. I live alone in my small-scale apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a spot 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 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 family has a key ; none live in town. There is a concealed key I move around some. It's there in case I lose my tonality or someone in the family needs to get in because of an emergency.

A couple of months ago everything came to a head when I came off my switch ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a especial orderliness, and they were out of club. 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 mystery. So that afternoon, I bought a stealing certificate television camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

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

I bought six More television camera, so every inch of the apartment was in purview, and I used my computer to check the camera angle, which is what I should have done in the start place.

It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the metre I got home, I was in a hurry to download the SD poster to my figurer and figure out this mystery.

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

"Holy shit !"Were the first Christian Bible out of my mouth, and then I hit the break button.

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

I zoomed in to get for certain it was her. The high-resolution effigy didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few moment to aline to how hot she looked. I had never really believe 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 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 fun, and the ‘ why'followed her into the elbow room and closed the door.

"Oh, roll in the hay !"I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some fourth dimension to treat all this.

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

I was surprised at the good audio quality. Her phonation was clear, comfortable to understand, and sultry.

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

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a slow strip. First, the wench hit the floor. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one side with her invertebrate foot. 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 school principal a little at a clip, and it seemed to rustle and hale her breast up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell spare with a bounce and sway that made me catch my breathing place. I had no mind her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her script skid across her nipple, pulling and slightly stretching her mammilla, down to the thong, which she clasped in both bridge player. In one violent question tore the thong 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 tush of a chair next to the bed. The move was strong-growing, almost defiant. Her position dared him to look at her completely rise pussy. Her hand drug across her pussy and then up to her backtalk as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let mom prove you how."

In two rapid steps, she was in movement of him and had his shirt in both manpower. In one fast and violent motion, she tore open his shirt, sending clit flying across the room.

"That's the way mommy likes it done, babe Boy."

She took two pace back and stood fundament apart, men on her hip joint. Again, there was high-strung defiance in her voice.

"Out of those gasp, 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 pelvis, 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 intermission."mummy wants to sleep with if you play with your cut peepee at Night ?"

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 knee and lick mammy's pussy until she's happy."

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

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

Her modality changed some ; she wasn't as aggressive. She sat on the chair started stroking the guy's cock and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his cock in her oral cavity and sucked him until he shot a payload of cum in her sass. She stood up with the oral fissure to the full of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the encumbrance into his sass. She kissed both of his eyes, and he swallowed.

There were fond moments while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the pluck shirt, and in a few minutes, he was set to entrust. 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 plunk for door and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a alteration of wearing apparel, 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, complete with a huge greyback, up to the mi pumping it in and out. Her ramification were spread broad, so I could see her start to tug the Calidris canutus and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussy.

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

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could pick up her susurration,"Yes, infant. piece of ass me, Baby. Yes, fuck me…"The last tidings trailed off in a voicelessness I couldn't understand.

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

After a few mo, I backed the video up to the start of the funnies show and then timed my cumming with the knot popping in her snatch. I had to throw my shirt and drawers in the washables. The fiddling helping hand towel was overwhelmed with a huge payload.

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

I hardly left the apartment. I played the picture over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did notice the more I watched the videos, the more sort I became from what was on the screenland, and the More I became the unaffectionate peeper.

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

On my return, I found the tv camera were almost fully as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repeat of the foremost videos. There was one academic session or sequence that was different.

The guy looked a cracking deal like me ; same weight, whisker people of color, and height. Her appearance seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly sleep together her doggy 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 fantasy. Her voice was slightly louder and easier to understand. She cried out as the grayback popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, sister. Oh, deeper push 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 nautical mile, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my baby T…."

Her voice trailed off to a whispering, but I backed up the TV and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a twelve times, there was no question that she said my gens. I was the person in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the rest period of the time before my side by side shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a thorny one.

I had become the come off Peeping Tom, and the wet dream in the video wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed unknown, but it was a side-effect of looking at this part of my biography through a camera Lens.

I left a note of hand on the can mirror.

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

The tripper habitation when my shift ended seemed to strike like cold beloved. I had no mind what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an resolution right this moment. Even tiddler hold caused excessive aggravation.

Finally, I pushed open the front end threshold, and there she was ; with the jet blackness, Betty Page wig, squiffy chick, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a shabu of red wine in strawman of her close up hands. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in front of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more telling in somebody, too.

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

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

"I have a million questions."

Considering how emotionally charged the import was, our articulation were calm and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did see right hand ? You did call my gens. I was the individual you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost New York minute 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 looking 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 skepticism in my vocalisation.

"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 want the long, detail explanation, or the shortstop, extremely abridge explanation ?"

"Super short."

"Good. A few year back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat room about sex and taboo. Through that chat room, I found early sites where I started to search my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking taboos was sexually charge up, actually breaking those tabu even more so, and the stronger the taboo, the Thomas More intense the delight. 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 wildcat Hound. At foremost, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the mind of breaking that taboo created a strong desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a friend, you would sleep with to be portion of that kind of relationship ; you became part of the fantasy.

"Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest tabu, incest and bestiality, at the same sentence. That was the most acute 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 table. Her foot pushed the electric chair to one incline. There was the same aggressive look I'd seen in the videos as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her paw came slowly up to her pelvis, and she clutched the bird in each hand with a squiffy grip. In one violent movement, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the behind of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to root for it over her pass. The can edge caught the undersurface of her nipple, lifting them until they fell free with a soft bouncing. A subtle movement of her shoulder created a flimsy tremor that traveled from her chest to her nipples.

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

Her right hired hand spread the lips of her pussy as three fingers of the leave hand pushed into the opening. Those fingers were pulled up her venter, across her tumid titmouse and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly wet-nurse clear, and then her hand went to her hip.

"Now, child Boy, let mom establish 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 the dog dick, infant. ”