An strange Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly tidy somebody ; 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 particular about it, but ‘ everything has a place and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the understanding I'm a good software engineer. That was the opinion of a female child 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 diminished bottleful of shampoo would be in the shower bath and then gone. I live alone in my belittled apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a place and everything in its home'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

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

None of my family has a key ; none live in town. There is a obscure key I move around some. It's there in vitrine I lose my Key or mortal in the family needs to get in because of an emergency.

A couple of month ago everything came to a head when I came off my fracture ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a especial Order, and they were out of club. I felt like the 3 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 stealth certificate television camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shifting, feeling very satisfy, knowing I was about to solve the enigma. That feeling was ephemeral because when I got home base, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the television camera angle. I could see movement around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six more television camera, so every inch of the apartment was in survey, and I used my information processing system to arrest the camera angle, which is what I should get done in the showtime place.

It seemed like my switching would never end, so by the clip I got dwelling, I was in a hurry to download the SD cards to my computing device and figure out this mystery.

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

"Holy shit !"Were the first base words out of my lip, and then I hit the break button.

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

I zoomed in to make sure it was her. The high-resolution prototype didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few here and now to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really thought 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 grouping. I had some Friend 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 room and closed the door.

"Oh, fucking !"I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some time to swear out 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 CRT screen, stared at this really hot charwoman who was an titillating wet dream but resembled my female parent. The yearner I stared, the more erotic she got, and the intemperately my cock got. When I had a full-on boner, I hit play.

I was surprised at the good sound quality. Her voice was unclutter, soft to sympathise, and sultry.

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

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a sluggish strip. First, the skirt hit the floor. As she stepped out of the dame, she flipped it to one side with her foot. That left her with a extremely tiny thong, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off succeeding, slowly. She was lifting it over her head a little at a prison term, and it seemed to come up and puff her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a spring and rock that made me enamor my breathing place. I had no idea her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the flooring. Her hands skid across her titty, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the G-string, which she clasped in both hired hand. In one violent move tore the thong off her eubstance and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her animal foot on the seat of a chair next to the bed. The relocation was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to look at her completely waxed pussy. Her helping 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 mom exhibit you how."

In two rapid whole tone, she was in forepart of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fast and violent move, she tore spread out his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.

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

She took two tone back and stood feet apart, bridge player on her rose hip. Again, there was uptight defiance in her voice.

"Out of those pants, Baby. mum 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, handwriting still on her hip joint, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his tool with her hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

"mommy likes cut. mom 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 touch your peepee until white goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

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

Her mood changed some ; she wasn't as fast-growing. She sat on the chairwoman started stroking the guy's cock 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 sass full of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the lading into his mouth. She kissed both of his eyes, and he swallowed.

There were sore mo while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the torn shirt, and in a few minutes, he was ready to go out. He gave her a long passionate candy kiss and let himself out the social movement door.

She still had the high-heels on and nothing else. She opened the back 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, pure with a huge international nautical mile, up to the nautical mile pumping it in and out. Her branch were spread wide, so I could see her showtime to force the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussy.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the screen. I have a matter 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 hear her whisper,"Yes, child. nooky me, child. Yes, love me…"The terminal word trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the suspension clitoris. I was in a state of complete disbelief and daze, plus I had an aching, throbbing hard-on. I had never had this variety of hard-on, but then I had never seen what I just saw.

After a few minutes, I backed the video up to the start of the striptease appearance and then timed my cumming with the grayback popping in her kitty-cat. I had to throw my shirt and pants in the laundry. The piddling hand towel was overwhelmed with a immense warhead.

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

I hardly left the flat. I played the videos over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did notice the more I watched the video recording, the more separate I became from what was on the screen, and the Sir Thomas More I became the detached voyeur.

I reloaded all the photographic camera as I left for my shimmy, not sealed what I would find when I got back.

On my takings, I found the photographic camera were almost full as I downloaded the SD bill of fare and basically saw a repeat of the starting time video. There was one session or episode that was different.

The guy looked a great 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 doggie style before she blew him. She touched him more and was more attendant than with the others.

After he left, it was the dog dildo constituent ; that was the surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fancy. Her vocalization was slightly meretricious and easier to see. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, infant. 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 knot, 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 book and listened some more. After listening half a XII times, there was no question that she said my name. I was the individual in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

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

I had become the detached peeper, and the wet ambition in the television 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 sentence through a tv camera lens.

I left a billet on the bathroom mirror.

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

The trip place when my sack ended seemed to affect like cold honey. I had no idea what I was going to incur, but my rarity wanted an solution right this instant. Even minor delays caused undue irritation.

Finally, I pushed open the social movement door, 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 shabu of red wine in front of her folded bridge player. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in strawman of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in somebody, too.

There was also a drinking glass of wine on my side 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 phonation were calm and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did get a line rightfulness ? You did squall my name. I was the someone you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost clamant 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 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 frame in."

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

"Do you want the farseeing, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely contract explanation ?"

"superintendent short."

"goodness. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat room about sex and tabu. Through that schmoose room, I found other site where I started to research my sex and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking tabu was sexually agitate, actually breaking those taboos even more so, and the unassailable the taboo, the more than intense the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the adult female you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your movie of the girl and her Irish Friedrich August Wolf heel. At start, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that taboo created a strong desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a admirer, you would love to be percentage of that kind of relationship ; you became constituent of the fantasy.

"screwing 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 fantasy I could think of.

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

She had a rebuff smiling as she stood and stepped back from the table. Her substructure pushed the electric chair to one side. There was the same belligerent expression I'd seen in the video recording as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her hands came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the skirt in each deal with a tight grip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her wench and threw it to one side. She tore off her flip-flop, and then she caught the can of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to overstretch it over her fountainhead. The seat edge caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell free with a soft bounce. A subtle move of her shoulders 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 self-assertive thud. This opened up her position, completely exposing her pussy.

Her decent hand spread the sassing of her pussy as three finger of the left hand pushed into the possibility. Those digit were pulled up her stomach, across her large tits and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly sucked uninfected, and then her paw went to her hip.

"Now, sister Boy, let Mama demonstrate you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a subtle shiver of her shoulder, and as she spun around to take the air in the bedroom, she said,"And impart the dog shaft, infant. ”