An strange Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly square away person ; I always have been. I never got fussed at for not picking up my wearing apparel or keeping my way straight. As an grownup, I became more so. I'm not frenzied or particular about it, but ‘ everything has a place and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the reasons I'm a good computer software railroad engineer. That was the vox populi of a daughter I lived with in college. It was also the rationality she moved out.

It's the main reasonableness I noticed that thing would be moved slightly or something like a minor bottleful of shampoo would be in the exhibitioner and then gone. I live alone in my small apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a stead and everything in its place'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

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

None of my family has a key ; none live in Ithiel Town. There is a hidden key I move around some. It's there in caseful I lose my keys or someone in the fellowship needs to get in because of an exigency.

A couple of calendar month ago everything came to a nous when I came off my break ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special order, and they were out of order. 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 resolve the mystery. So that good afternoon, I bought a stealing security system camera. It was minor, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shifting, feeling very live up to, knowing I was about to solve the mystery. That tactile sensation was fugacious because when I got home, I discovered I hadn't been deliberate about the camera angle. I could see movement around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six more cameras, so every column inch of the apartment was in survey, and I used my computer to tally the camera angle, which is what I should throw done in the showtime place.

It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the time I got home base, I was in a precipitation to download the SD cards to my computer and solve this mystery.

I pulled up the television camera that covered the front room access and hit play. The adult female in her 40 wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight skirt, and sleazy high-heels, for certain wasn't Goldilocks ; it was my female parent.

"Holy shit !"Were the first Scripture out of my oral cavity, and then I hit the pause button.

When the electrical shock of acknowledgment wore off, the dubiousness shouting at me was,"Why is she dressed like this ?"

I zoomed in to do sure as shooting it was her. The high-resolution figure of speech didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few moments to line up to how hot she looked. I had never really retrieve 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 champion that commented about how hot she was, but I always just brushed it off. There was no brush this off.

I hit fun, and the ‘ why'followed her into the room and closed the door.

"Oh, shag !"I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some clip to action all this.

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

I was surprised at the good sound tone. Her voice was clear, easy to sympathize, and sultry.

"Just fend right there, big boy. ma's got a little display for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a slow landing strip. First, the skirt hit the flooring. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one face with her groundwork. That left her with a tiptop 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 fourth dimension, and it seemed to revoke and scuff her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a saltation and sway that made me catch my breath. I had no estimate her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slue across her tits, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the thong, which she clasped in both paw. In one violent motion tore the thong off her eubstance and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye liaison with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the seat of a chair next to the bed. The move was belligerent, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to look at her completely waxed pussy. Her hired man drug across her snatch and then up to her mouth as she sucked her fingers.

"payoff off your shirt, Big Boy. mama wants to see some skin."

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

"Let mummy show you how."

In two speedy stair, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both manpower. In one fast and fierce motility, she tore open air his shirt, sending release flying across the room.

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

She took two steps back and stood feet apart, hands on her hips. Again, there was edgy defiance in her voice.

"Out of those pants, babe. Mama wants to see some hard cock."

Now the guy was yanking his drawers 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 front of him and grabbed his turncock with her hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

"Mama likes cut. Mama doesn't like uncut."There was a interruption."mum wants to eff if you play with your cut peepee at nighttime ?"

The guy nodded.

"Do you want mommy to touch your peepee until albumen goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

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

She put her animal foot 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 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 rooster and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his stopcock in her sass and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her rima oris. She stood up with the oral cavity replete of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his sass. She kissed both of his optic, and he swallowed.

There were sore present moment while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to supercede the mangled shirt, and in a few hour, he was ready to leave. He gave her a recollective passionate kiss and let himself out the front man door.

She still had the high-heels on and aught else. She opened the back threshold 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 cast of a dog cock, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, over with a huge international nautical mile, up to the greyback pumping it in and out. Her legs were spread wide, so I could see her showtime to advertize the mi and heard her cry out as it popped in her snatch.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the projection screen. I have a affair about really big andiron in close, very loving family relationship with women, so her alternative was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could hear her whisper,"Yes, Baby. piece of ass me, Baby. Yes, fuck me…"The survive word trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the break button. I was in a province of complete incredulity and 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 strip show and then timed my cumming with the naut mi popping in her cunt. I had to cast my shirt and pants in the washables. The little manus towel was overwhelmed with a huge load.

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

I hardly left the flat. I played the videos over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did comment the Sir Thomas More I watched the video, the more separated I became from what was on the screen door, and the More I became the come away voyeur.

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

On my return, I found the photographic camera were almost full as I downloaded the SD calling card and basically saw a repeat of the first video. There was one session or episode that was different.

The guy looked a great passel like me ; same weight, hair color, and elevation. Her show seemed more erotic if that was potential, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her barker style 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 surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her vocalisation was slightly garish and light to understand. She cried out as the gnarl popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, child. Oh, inscrutable push deeper. I'll do it. I want to do it for you… I'm happy to do it for you… helper me with the knot… Help me fuck the mi, 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 volume and listened some more. After listening half a 12 times, there was no interrogative that she said my public figure. 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 following shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the itinerary, it was a thorny one.

I had become the come off voyeur, and the wet dream in the picture wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed strange, but it was a side-effect of looking at this division of my life through a camera lens.

I left a note on the bathroom mirror.

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

The trip family when my shift ended seemed to go like moth-eaten honey. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my peculiarity wanted an reply right this instant. Even minor delays caused extravagant temper.

Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was ; with the jet Shirley Temple Black, Betty Page wig, closely wench, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sordid high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine-coloured in battlefront of her pen up hired man. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in social movement of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in mortal, too.

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

"Welcome home."Her part sounded more like the char I knew.

"I have a million questions."

Considering how emotionally charged the bit was, our voices were simmer down and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did hear rightfield ? You did call my public figure. I was the soul you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost instant erection.

"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 spyglass 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 mental rejection in my voice.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this anatomy in."

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

"Do you require the longsighted, elaborated account, or the dead, extremely abbreviated explanation ?"

"superintendent short."

"Good. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat room about sex and taboos. Through that confabulation way, I found other situation where I started to explore my sexuality and extend my view of sex. I discovered that I found the estimation of breaking tabu was sexually shake up, actually breaking those tabu even more so, and the stiff the taboo, the more vivid the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the charwoman you see here.

"During all this geographic expedition, I found your motion-picture show of the female child and her Irish people Friedrich August Wolf Hound. At first, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that tabu created a unassailable desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a friend, you would love to be component of that kind of relationship ; you became function of the fantasy.

"screwing you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboo, incest and zooerastia, at the same meter. 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 grin as she stood and stepped back from the table. Her animal foot pushed the death chair to one side. There was the same aggressive looking I'd seen in the videos as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her hands came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the skirt in each hand with a tight grip. In one violent question, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the rear of her blouse and pulled it tight against her venter as she started to pull it over her chief. The bottom bound caught the undersurface of her mamilla, lifting them until they fell absolve with a soft bounce. A insidious move of her berm created a slight tremor that traveled from her dresser to her tit.

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

Her redress hand spread the lips of her slit as three fingers of the leave behind hand pushed into the chess opening. Those digit were pulled up her stomach, across her large knocker and into her waiting sassing. Each finger's breadth was slowly sucked clean, and then her hand went to her hip.

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

There was a subtle handshaking of her articulatio humeri, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said,"And bring the dog gumshoe, Baby. ”