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 dress or keeping my room straight. As an adult, I became more so. I'm not manic or finical about it, but ‘ everything has a seat and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the reasons I'm a dependable software engineer. That was the ruling 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 bottle 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 blank space'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 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 hide out key I move around some. It's there in cause I lose my paint or soul in the menage needs to get in because of an exigency.

A couple of calendar month ago everything came to a drumhead when I came off my shift ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a extra order, and they were out of order. I felt like the deuce-ace 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 security camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

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

I bought six Sir Thomas More television camera, so every inch of the flat was in view, and I used my computing machine to ascertain the camera angle, which is what I should have done in the first place.

It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the meter I got domicile, I was in a haste to download the SD cards to my reckoner and clear this mystery.

I pulled up the camera that covered the breast door and hit play. The woman in her forty wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight skirt, and sleazy high-heels, sure wasn't Goldilocks ; it was my mother.

"holy place shit !"Were the offset Word out of my mouth, and then I hit the pause button.

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

I zoomed in to make for certain it was her. The high-resolution prototype didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few consequence to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really recollect 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 brush this off.

I hit play, and the ‘ why'followed her into the 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 action all this.

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

I was surprised at the honest audio tone. Her spokesperson was clear, slowly to understand, and sultry.

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

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the sleeping room and started a slow striptease. commencement, the skirt hit the floor. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one slope with her pes. That left her with a super tiny lash, the cheesy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off next, slowly. She was lifting it over her headspring a footling at a fourth dimension, and it seemed to lift and drop back her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a bouncing and tilt that made me catch my breath. I had no idea her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the base. Her hands slid across her tits, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the thong, which she clasped in both bridge player. In one violent movement tore the thong off her physical structure and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the seat of a chairman next to the bed. The move was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to look at her completely wax cunt. Her paw drug across her twat and then up to her back talk as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let Mama show you how."

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

"That's the way Mama likes it done, sister Boy."

She took two whole tone back and stood invertebrate foot apart, hands on her pelvic arch. Again, there was edgy rebelliousness in her voice.

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

Now the guy was yanking his gasp down, trying to get out of them before she tore them off. She paced around him, hands still on her hip joint, 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 pause."Mama wants to cognise if you play with your cut peepee at Night ?"

The guy nodded.

"Do you want mommy to equal your peepee until bloodless goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your stifle and lick mum's slit until she's happy."

She put her foot 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 super 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 cock and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his cock in her sassing and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the rima oris full phase of the moon of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his mouth. She kissed both of his eyes, and he swallowed.

There were tender consequence while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to supersede the torn shirt, and in a few minutes, he was ready to leave. He gave her a foresightful passionate candy kiss and let himself out the front door.

She still had the high-heels on and nada else. She opened the back 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 tool, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, sodding with a Brobdingnagian nautical mile, up to the international nautical mile pumping it in and out. Her legs were bedcover wide, so I could see her offset to bear on the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her slit.

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

When she got close to having an sexual climax, I could try her rustling,"Yes, baby. Fuck me, infant. Yes, fuck me…"The cobbler's last Holy Scripture trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause clit. I was in a state of terminated unbelief and seismic disturbance, 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 proceedings, I backed the picture up to the scratch line of the strip show and then timed my cumming with the naut mi popping in her pussy. I had to discombobulate my shirt and bloomers in the washables. The fiddling hand towel was overwhelmed with a vast cargo.

I spent the ease of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD carte du jour. It was pretty a great deal a replay of the outset installment. Sometimes the guy was different, 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 comment the More I watched the videos, the more separated I became from what was on the cover, and the more I became the unaffectionate Peeping Tom.

I reloaded all the tv camera as I left for my fault, not certain what I would find when I got back.

On my return, I found the tv camera were almost full as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repetition of the beginning video. There was one session or episode that was different.

The guy looked a swell deal like me ; same weight, hair vividness, and tiptop. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her barker style before she blew him. She touched him more and was to a greater extent stamp than with the others.

After he left, it was the dog dildo parting ; that was the surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her voice was slightly brassy and easier to understand. 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… service me fuck the mile, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my infant T…."

Her spokesperson 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 XII times, there was no question that she said my public figure. I was the soul in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the rest of the time before my succeeding shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the way, it was a briery one.

I had become the set-apart peeper, 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 parting of my lifespan through a camera lens.

I left a note on the bathroom mirror.

I know, and I would like to mouth. passion, T

The trip home when my shift ended seemed to move like cold dearest. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my wonder wanted an answer rightfulness this split second. Even minor delays caused excessive irritation.

Finally, I pushed open the front room access, and there she was ; with the jet Negroid, Betty Page wig, soaked skirt, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the cheesy high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine in front of her shut down hired hand. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in front of the wine-colored was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.

There was also a crank of wine on my side of the tabular array, 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 vox were steady and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did hear right ? You did call my epithet. I was the soul you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost flash 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 methamphetamine 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 incredulity in my spokesperson.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this trope in."

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

"Do you want the retentive, detailed explanation, or the inadequate, extremely abbreviated account ?"

"Super short."

"goodness. A few years back, I stumbled on to a assembly and chat room about sex and tabu. Through that chat way, I found early sites where I started to explore my sexuality and widen my view of sex. I discovered that I found the estimate of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those tabu even more so, and the warm the tabu, the more intense the pleasance. From there, I slowly evolved into the char you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your film of the girl and her Irish Wolf blackguard. At for the first time, 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 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 warm taboo, incest and bestiality, at the same clock time. That was the most intense and erotic fantasy I could think of.

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

She had a slight smile as she stood and stepped back from the mesa. Her animal foot pushed the chair to one face. There was the same aggressive expression I'd seen in the picture as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her hands came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the skirt in each manus with a close clutches. In one violent motion, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one position. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the bottom of her blouse and pulled it tight against her abdomen as she started to deplume it over her top dog. The bottom border caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell release with a soft bounce. A subtle movement of her shoulder joint created a slight microseism that traveled from her bureau to her nipples.

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

Her right hand spread the back talk of her pussy as three fingers of the allow for hand pushed into the initiative. Those finger's breadth were pulled up her stomach, across her large mamilla and into her waiting mouth. Each digit was slowly blow clean, and then her bridge player went to her hip.

"Now, Baby Boy, let mom usher 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 bedroom, she said,"And bring the dog cock, Baby. ”