An unusual Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly straighten out person ; I always have been. I never got fussed at for not picking up my wearing apparel or keeping my room straight. As an adult, I became more so. I'm not manic or grouchy about it, but ‘ everything has a place and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the reasons I'm a expert software engineer. That was the legal opinion of a girl I lived with in college. It was also the intellect she moved out.

It's the main reasonableness 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 place'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

I work offshore, and I have a fairly reproducible schedule of three week 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 hidden key I move around some. It's there in fount I lose my keys or someone in the sept needs to get in because of an emergency.

A twosome of months ago everything came to a head when I came off my shift ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special order, and they were out of parliamentary procedure. I felt like the Three Bears in Goldielocks and the Three Bears.

"What the shag, individual'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 security photographic camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shift, feeling very fulfill, knowing I was about to work the secret. That feeling was short-lived because when I got place, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the camera angle. I could see campaign around the flat but not who it was.

I bought six more cameras, so every inch of the apartment was in view, and I used my computer to curb the photographic camera slant, which is what I should receive done in the showtime place.

It seemed like my switching would never end, so by the clock time I got menage, I was in a hurry to download the SD cards to my data processor and solve this mystery.

I pulled up the tv camera that covered the front end door and hit child's play. The woman in her forties wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight annulus, and seamy high-heels, sure wasn't goldilocks aster ; it was my female parent.

"holy place shit !"Were the low gear words out of my mouth, and then I hit the pause button.

When the impact of acknowledgment 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 image didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few moments to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really guess 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 Friend 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, fuck !"I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some clip 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 covert, stared at this really hot cleaning woman who was an erotic wet dream but resembled my mother. The longer I stared, the more erotic she got, and the operose my dick got. When I had a full-on foul-up, I hit play.

I was surprised at the good sound caliber. Her phonation was unmortgaged, easy 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 strip. First, the skirt hit the floor. As she stepped out of the chick, 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 next, slowly. She was lifting it over her head a little at a time, and it seemed to lift and get behind her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her boob fell free with a bounce and sway that made me catch my intimation. I had no estimation her pap were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slid across her tits, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the thong, which she clasped in both hands. In one violent motion tore the thong off her dead body and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye tangency with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the backside of a president next to the bed. The move was aggressive, almost defiant. Her position dared him to await at her completely wax pussy. Her hand drug across her kitty and then up to her mouth as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let Mama show you how."

In two rapid stride, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both work force. In one fast and vehement movement, she tore surface his shirt, sending clitoris flying across the room.

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

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

"Out of those gasp, child. mammy wants to see some voiceless 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 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 suspension."mammy wants to know if you play with your cut peepee at night ?"

The guy nodded.

"Do you require ma to touch your peepee until white goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

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

She put her understructure on the death 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 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 onus of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the mouth fully of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his oral fissure. She kissed both of his optic, and he swallowed.

There were untoughened minute while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the deplumate shirt, and in a few minutes, he was ready to lead. He gave her a longsighted passionate kiss and let himself out the front 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 change of clothes, but I wasn't expecting a dildo in the form of a dog turncock, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, double-dyed with a Brobdingnagian knot, up to the grayback pumping it in and out. Her stage were spread wide, so I could see her start to labor the Calidris canutus and heard her cry out as it popped in her kitty.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the projection screen. I have a thing about really big Canis familiaris in close, very loving kinship with woman, so her choice was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could take heed her voicelessness,"Yes, sister. Fuck me, Baby. Yes, screw me…"The last word trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause button. I was in a state of complete skepticism and shock, plus I had an aching, throbbing erection. 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 recording up to the start of the airstrip show and then timed my cumming with the slub popping in her puss. I had to throw my shirt and bloomers in the laundry. The little hand towel was overwhelmed with a huge load.

I spent the rest of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD bill. It was pretty a good deal a action replay of the first instalment. Sometimes the guy was different, but it always ended with that enormous dog dildo.

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

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

On my takings, I found the tv camera were almost full as I downloaded the SD posting and basically saw a repeat of the first videos. There was one school term or episode that was unlike.

The guy looked a heavy deal like me ; same system of weights, hair's-breadth color, and height. 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 more than tender than with the others.

After he left, it was the dog dildo division ; 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 flash and soft to understand. She cried out as the mi popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, babe. Oh, rich push button deeper. I'll do it. I want to do it for you… I'm well-chosen to do it for you… Help me with the knot… Help me fuck the greyback, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my baby T…."

Her voice trailed off to a rustle, but I backed up the TV and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a XII fourth dimension, there was no dubiousness that she said my name. 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 next shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the way of life, it was a setose one.

I had become the detached voyeur, and the wet dream in the television wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed strange, but it was a side-effect of looking at this region of my biography through a tv camera lens.

I left a note on the bathroom mirror.

I know, and I would like to spill. dear, T

The trip home when my shift ended seemed to displace like cold love. I had no approximation what I was going to determine, but my curiosity wanted an answer rightfield this instant. Even small delays caused exuberant irritation.

Finally, I pushed open the figurehead doorway, and there she was ; with the jet black, Betty varlet wig, tight annulus, the off the articulatio humeri, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a glassful of red wine in straw man of her close up custody. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in figurehead of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in someone, too.

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

"Welcome home."Her voice sounded more like the fair sex I knew.

"I have a million questions."

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

"I'm sure you do."

"I did hear right ? You did call my figure. I was the person 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 felicitous to do ?"

She took a sip of wine-coloured 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 phonation.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this digit in."

By this metre, my putz was rock hard and aching.

"Do you want the long, detail explanation, or the short, extremely abbreviated explanation ?"

"superintendent short."

"commodity. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat elbow room about sex and taboo. Through that chat room, I found early sites where I started to search my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking taboo was sexually turn on, actually breaking those taboos even more so, and the stronger the taboo, the more vivid the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the woman you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your picture of the girlfriend and her Irish brute blackguard. At first of all, 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 friend, you would love to be piece of that form of relationship ; you became portion of the fantasy.

"screwing you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and zooerastia, at the same time. That was the most acute and erotic fantasy I could believe of.

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

She had a little smile as she stood and stepped back from the table. Her foot pushed the president to one slope. There was the same belligerent feel I'd seen in the television as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her custody came slowly up to her pelvic girdle, and she clutched the skirt in each hired hand with a close clasp. In one violent gesture, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one English. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the freighter of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to pull it over her head. The behind border caught the undersurface of her knocker, lifting them until they fell free with a soft bounce. A pernicious move of her shoulder joint created a slight tremor that traveled from her dresser to her nipples.

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

Her right bridge player spread the lips of her pussy as three fingers of the left handwriting pushed into the gap. Those fingers were pulled up her belly, across her declamatory boob and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly give suck clean, and then her manus went to her hip.

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

There was a subtle shake of her articulatio humeri, and as she spun around to walk in the chamber, she said,"And fetch the dog prick, Baby. ”