An Unusual sojourn and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly tidy someone ; 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 fussy about it, but ‘ everything has a blank space and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the reasons I'm a upright software engineer. That was the persuasion of a lady friend 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-scale feeding bottle of shampoo would be in the shower and then gone. I live alone in my small flat, 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 uniform agenda of three weeks on, three week 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 hidden key I move around some. It's there in type I lose my samara or someone in the sept needs to get in because of an parking brake.

A couple of months ago everything came to a drumhead when I came off my slip ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special order, and they were out of order. I felt like the trey 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 good afternoon, I bought a stealth security system camera. It was diminished, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shift, feeling very fulfil, knowing I was about to solve the whodunit. That feeling was transient because when I got domicile, 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 television camera, so every inch of the apartment was in horizon, and I used my estimator to learn the photographic camera angle, which is what I should have done in the first of all place.

It seemed like my break would never end, so by the time I got home, I was in a hurry to download the SD cards to my computer and lick this mystery.

I pulled up the tv camera that covered the front door and hit play. The charwoman in her 1940s wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight skirt, and crummy high-heels, sure wasn't Goldilocks ; it was my mother.

"holy place shit !"Were the first words out of my mouthpiece, 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 constitute sure it was her. The high-resolution image didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few moments to set 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 chemical 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 play, and the ‘ why'followed her into the room and closed the door.

"Oh, shtup !"I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some time 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 door, stared at this really hot woman who was an titillating wet ambition but resembled my mother. The tenacious I stared, the more erotic she got, and the harder my hawkshaw got. When I had a full-on pratfall, I hit play.

I was surprised at the good sound quality. Her voice was clear, well-fixed to empathize, and sultry.

"Just stand up 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 landing strip. First, the bird hit the floor. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one side with her foot. That left her with a exceedingly tiny lash, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off next, slowly. She was lifting it over her head a piddling at a time, and it seemed to lift and dredge her dope up as it worked higher. Then her breast fell free with a leaping and sway that made me enchant my intimation. I had no theme her knocker were that big. The blouse floated down to the trading floor. Her deal slid across her nipple, pulling and slightly stretching her mammilla, down to the thong, which she clasped in both custody. In one violent motion tore the flip-flop 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 seat of a president next to the bed. The move was belligerent, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to bet at her completely waxed pussy. Her manus drug across her snatch and then up to her mouth as she sucked her fingers.

"Take off your shirt, Big Boy. mummy wants to see some skin."

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

"Let mamma show you how."

In two rapid footmark, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fast and trigger-happy move, she tore candid his shirt, sending release flying across the room.

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

She took two stone's throw back and stood substructure apart, paw on her hips. Again, there was nervy defiance in her voice.

"Out of those pants, infant. 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 hips, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in nominal head of him and grabbed his prick with her hired hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

"Mama likes cut. Mama doesn't like uncut."There was a suspension."mamma wants to make out if you play with your cut peepee at night ?"

The guy nodded.

"Do you want momma to partake your peepee until white goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

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

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

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

Her humour 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 mouth and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the mouth entire of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his mouth. She kissed both of his centre, and he swallowed.

There were cutter instant while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to exchange the torn shirt, and in a few minute of arc, he was make to provide. He gave her a long passionate buss and let himself out the presence door.

She still had the high-heels on and nothing else. She opened the back room access and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a change of dress, but I wasn't expecting a dildo in the shape of a dog shaft, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, unadulterated with a huge air mile, up to the knot pumping it in and out. Her legs were paste wide, 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 screen. I have a thing about really big dogs in close, very loving relationships with char, so her choice was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could hear her whisper,"Yes, Baby. screwing me, Baby. Yes, roll in the hay me…"The last word trailed off in a rustle I couldn't understand.

I hit the interruption push. I was in a state of pure skepticism and electrical 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 minutes, I backed the video up to the start of the cartoon strip appearance and then timed my cumming with the mile popping in her cunt. I had to throw my shirt and pants in the washing. The little hand towel was overwhelmed with a huge warhead.

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

I hardly left the apartment. I played the video over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did observe the more I watched the videos, the more divide I became from what was on the concealment, and the more I became the detached voyeur.

I reloaded all the cameras as I left for my shimmy, not certain what I would encounter when I got back.

On my return, I found the cameras were almost wax as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repeat of the first videos. There was one school term or instalment that was dissimilar.

The guy looked a great good deal like me ; Saami weightiness, haircloth color, and height. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her pooch manner 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 piece ; that was the surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fancy. Her phonation was slightly loud and sluttish to empathize. 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 mi, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my baby T…."

Her spokesperson trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the television and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a dozen multiplication, there was no dubiousness that she said my epithet. I was the person 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 shimmy started thinking about what to do. Whatever the itinerary, it was a thorny one.

I had become the come off peeper, and the wet aspiration in the video 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 story through a camera crystalline lens.

I left a banker's bill on the privy mirror.

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

The tripper home when my shift ended seemed to strike like inhuman honey. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an answer right this minute. Even small-scale delays caused exuberant aggravation.

Finally, I pushed open the figurehead door, and there she was ; with the jet Shirley Temple, Betty Sir Frederick Handley Page wig, tight skirt, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine in front of her fold deal. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in forepart of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in soul, too.

There was also a methamphetamine of wine on my face of the board, 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 vocalization were calm 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 happy 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 sealed quantity of skepticism in my voice.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this pattern in."

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

"Do you want the longsighted, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely cut explanation ?"

"Super short."

"Good. A few twelvemonth back, I stumbled on to a meeting place and chat room about sex and taboo. Through that chat room, I found other sites where I started to research my sex and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the melodic theme of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those taboo even more so, and the inviolable the taboo, the more intense the pleasance. 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 brute dog. At inaugural, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that tabu created a strong desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a acquaintance, you would love to be part of that form of human relationship ; you became part of the fantasy.

"shtup you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboo, incest and bestiality, at the same prison term. That was the most acute and erotic fantasy I could retrieve of.

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

She had a flimsy smile 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 video as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her custody came slowly up to her pelvic arch, and she clutched the skirt in each hand with a tight clasp. In one violent motion, she ripped off her bird 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 tummy as she started to force it over her heading. The bottom sharpness caught the undersurface of her tits, lifting them until they fell free with a soft bound. A elusive relocation of her shoulders created a flimsy tremor that traveled from her chest to her tit.

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

Her correct hand spread the lips of her twat as three fingerbreadth of the left manus pushed into the gap. Those fingers were pulled up her stomach, across her big tits and into her waiting rima oris. Each finger was slowly blow clean, and then her hired man went to her hip.

"Now, child Boy, let mum show you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a subtle milk shake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to take the air in the bedroom, she said,"And impart the dog dick, child. ”