An Unusual Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly respectable 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 frenzied or ill-tempered about it, but ‘ everything has a place and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the grounds I'm a adept software engineer. That was the thought of a girl I lived with in college. It was also the reasonableness she moved out.

It's the briny reason I noticed that things would be moved slightly or something like a small nursing bottle of shampoo would be in the shower and then gone. I live alone in my pocket-size apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a seat and everything in its topographic point'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

I work offshore, and I have a fairly consistent schedule of three workweek on, three weeks 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 family has a key ; none live in town. There is a hidden key I move around some. It's there in showcase I lose my keys or individual in the home needs to get in because of an emergency brake.

A match of months ago everything came to a headland when I came off my duty period ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special ordination, and they were out of rescript. I felt like the Three 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 work the whodunit. So that afternoon, I bought a stealing protection camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my transmutation, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to resolve the mystery story. That feeling was short-lived because when I got home, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the camera angle. I could see movement around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six more tv camera, so every inch of the flat was in vista, and I used my computer to go over the camera angle, which is what I should induce done in the first place.

It seemed like my work shift would never end, so by the metre I got home, I was in a rushing to download the SD posting to my computer and solve this mystery.

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

"Holy diddlyshit !"Were the showtime parole out of my mouth, and then I hit the intermission button.

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

I zoomed in to crap sure 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 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 radical. I had some Quaker 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, ass !"I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some prison term to process 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 screen, stared at this really hot woman who was an erotic wet dream but resembled my mother. The foresightful I stared, the more titillating she got, and the harder my hawkshaw got. When I had a full-on botch, I hit play.

I was surprised at the good audio quality. Her part was straighten out, prosperous to understand, 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 slow flight strip. low gear, the chick hit the floor. As she stepped out of the wench, she flipped it to one side with her foundation. That left her with a super tiny thong, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off following, slowly. She was lifting it over her headspring a little at a time, and it seemed to lift and drag her booby up as it worked higher. Then her pinhead fell spare with a bounce and careen that made me take in my breath. I had no approximation her pap were that big. The blouse floated down to the story. Her script slid across her breast, pulling and slightly stretching her tit, down to the thong, which she clasped in both bridge player. In one violent motion tore the G-string 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 place of a professorship next to the bed. The relocation was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to look at her completely rise pussy. Her mitt 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 establish you how."

In two rapid steps, she was in forepart of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fast and red motility, she tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.

"That's the way mum likes it done, Baby Boy."

She took two steps back and stood metrical unit apart, hands on her rose hip. Again, there was jittery defiance in her voice.

"Out of those knickers, baby. Mama wants to see some hard 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 pelvic arch, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his cock with her bridge player. It was jolty enough that I could see him wince.

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

The guy nodded.

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

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your articulatio genus and clout mamma's pussycat until she's happy."

She put her metrical unit 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 superintendent intense, but it seemed like she did.

Her mood changed some ; she wasn't as aggressive. She sat on the chair started stroking the guy's tool and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his cock in her rima oris and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her oral fissure. She stood up with the mouth wide-cut of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his mouth. She kissed both of his optic, and he swallowed.

There were sensitive moments while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the deplumate shirt, and in a few transactions, he was ready to leave. He gave her a prospicient passionate kiss and let himself out the strawman door.

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

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, stark with a vast slub, up to the nautical mile pumping it in and out. Her legs were ranch all-encompassing, so I could see her starting time to push the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her twat.

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

When she got close to having an coming, I could listen her whisper,"Yes, Baby. fuck me, baby. Yes, fuck me…"The conclusion word trailed off in a rustle I couldn't understand.

I hit the interruption button. I was in a state of accomplished disbelief and jounce, 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 bit, I backed the video up to the start of the flight strip appearance and then timed my cumming with the knot popping in her pussy. I had to throw my shirt and pants in the laundry. The fiddling hand towel was overwhelmed with a huge consignment.

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 unlike, but it always ended with that tremendous dog dildo.

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

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

On my replication, I found the television camera were almost full phase of the moon as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repetition of the first videos. There was one session or sequence that was different.

The guy looked a not bad deal like me ; Same weight, hair's-breadth coloring material, and height. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fuck her barker dash 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 voice was slightly garish and leisurely to empathise. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, baby. 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 recording and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a dozen clip, there was no interrogation that she said my name. I was the person in the phantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the rest of the time before my side by side switch started thinking about what to do. Whatever the way of life, it was a bristled one.

I had become the detach peeper, and the wet aspiration in the telecasting wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed strange, but it was a side-effect of looking at this region of my life through a tv camera genus Lens.

I left a note on the bathroom mirror.

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

The trip rest home when my switching ended seemed to motivate like moth-eaten honey. I had no estimate what I was going to find, but my peculiarity wanted an answer rightfulness this trice. Even tyke delays caused excessive temper.

Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was ; with the jet bootleg, Betty Page wig, stiff skirt, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine in nominal head of her close down script. She was even more erotic in soul. Sitting in front of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.

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

"Welcome home."Her vocalisation sounded more like the cleaning woman I knew.

"I have a million questions."

Considering how emotionally charged the moment was, our representative were calm and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did get word right field ? You did visit 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 happy to do ?"

She took a sip of wine-colored 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 shaft was rock hard and aching.

"Do you desire the long, detailed account, or the forgetful, extremely abbreviated explanation ?"

"super short."

"goodness. A few year back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat way about sex and tabu. Through that confabulation way, I found former site where I started to explore my sexuality and branch out my survey of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those taboos even more so, and the stronger the tabu, the more acute the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the charwoman you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your film of the girl and her Irish Gaelic Wolf dog. At outset, 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 ally, you would roll in the hay to be part of that sort of relationship ; you became office of the fantasy.

"Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest tabu, incest and zooerasty, at the same meter. That was the most intense and erotic fantasy I could remember of.

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

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

Her hands came slowly up to her articulatio coxae, and she clutched the dame in each hand with a tight travelling bag. In one violent motion, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one English. 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 out it over her caput. The bottom edge caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell disengage with a soft bounce. A subtle move of her shoulders created a slight tremor that traveled from her pectus to her mamilla.

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

Her right hand spread the lips of her pussy as three fingers of the impart hand pushed into the curtain raising. Those fingers were pulled up her stomach, across her large tits and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly wet-nurse pick, and then her hand went to her hip.

"Now, Baby Boy, let Mama show you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a subtle shake of her berm, and as she spun around to take the air in the bedroom, she said,"And bring the dog dick, Baby. ”