An unusual Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

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

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

It's the main cause I noticed that things would be moved slightly or something like a humble bottle of shampoo would be in the shower and then gone. I live alone in my low 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 consistent schedule of three week on, three workweek 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 mob has a key ; none live in Ithiel Town. There is a hidden key I move around some. It's there in case I lose my samara or someone in the home needs to get in because of an emergency.

A couple of months ago everything came to a promontory when I came off my fracture ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special order of magnitude, and they were out of parliamentary law. I felt like the three Bears in Goldielocks and the Three Bears.

"What the fuck, 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 camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shift, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to solve the mystery. That tactual sensation 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 flat but not who it was.

I bought six more cameras, so every in of the apartment was in sight, and I used my calculator to check the camera angle, which is what I should have done in the firstly place.

It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the clip I got home, I was in a hurry to download the SD cards to my computing device and figure out this mystery.

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

"Holy shit !"Were the maiden countersign out of my mouth, and then I hit the pause button.

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

I zoomed in to stool sure it was her. The high-resolution epitome didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few mo to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really cerebrate of her as any particular age or having any personality former than Mother.

She was barely xviii when I was born, so at forty-six, she still sat in the MILF radical. 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 elbow 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 process all this.

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

I was surprised at the in effect sound timber. Her voice was sack up, light to understand, and sultry.

"Just place upright right there, big boy. momma's got a little show for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the sleeping accommodation and started a slow up flight strip. start, the chick hit the base. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one position with her foot. That left her with a crack tiny thong, the crummy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off next, slowly. She was lifting it over her chief a footling at a clock time, and it seemed to lift and tangle her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a bounce and tilt that made me becharm my breathing place. I had no idea her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her workforce slid across her tits, pulling and slightly stretching her tit, down to the thong, which she clasped in both hands. In one violent motion tore the lash off her body and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye tangency with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the can of a chairwoman next to the bed. The movement was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to calculate at her completely waxed pussy. Her hand drug across her twat and then up to her rima oris as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let Mama register you how."

In two rapid step, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fasting and violent move, she tore assailable his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.

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

She took two step back and stood infantry apart, hands on her hips. Again, there was highly strung rebelliousness in her voice.

"Out of those pants, Baby. Mama wants to see some surd 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 rose hip, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his peter with her hand. It was approximative enough that I could see him wince.

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

The guy nodded.

"Do you want Mama to partake your peepee until flannel goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your stifle and lap Mommy's puss 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 super intense, but it seemed like she did.

Her mood changed some ; she wasn't as aggressive. She sat on the chairperson started stroking the guy's cock and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his dick in her mouth and sucked him until he shot a warhead of cum in her oral cavity. She stood up with the mouth full moon of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the burden into his mouth. She kissed both of his eyes, and he swallowed.

There were tender moments while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the shoot shirt, and in a few second, he was ready to leave. He gave her a tenacious passionate kiss and let himself out the forepart door.

She still had the high-heels on and nothing else. She opened the back doorway 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 cock, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, accomplished with a huge air mile, up to the mi pumping it in and out. Her stage were spread wide, so I could see her start 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 thing about really big dogs in close, very loving relationships with woman, so her choice was interesting.

When she got close to having an climax, I could hear her whisper,"Yes, baby. 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 mental rejection and shock, plus I had an aching, 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 TV up to the beginning of the strip display and then timed my cumming with the slub popping in her pussy. I had to throw my shirt and pants 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 posting. It was pretty very much a replay of the first 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 notice the Thomas More I watched the picture, the more separated I became from what was on the concealment, and the More I became the isolated voyeur.

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

On my return, I found the photographic camera were almost good as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repetition of the showtime video recording. There was one session or episode that was dissimilar.

The guy looked a great deal like me ; Same weight, hair colour, and top. Her show seemed more erotic if that was potential, and she ordered him to briefly bonk her pooch expressive 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 surprisal. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her vocalisation was slightly louder and easier to empathize. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, sister. Oh, deeper push deeper. I'll do it. I want to do it for you… I'm happy to do it for you… avail 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 and listened again. I cranked up the intensity and listened some more. After listening half a dozen meter, there was no interrogation that she said my name. I was the someone in the fantasy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the repose of the time before my next shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the way, it was a thorny one.

I had become the detached Peeping Tom, and the wet dream in the TV wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed unusual, but it was a side-effect of looking at this part of my life sentence through a camera genus Lens.

I left a bank note on the john mirror.

I know, and I would like to talk. erotic love, T

The head trip home when my chemise ended seemed to incite like frigidness honey. I had no melodic theme what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an solution right hand this instant. Even minor delays caused excessive irritation.

Finally, I pushed open the front room access, and there she was ; with the jet black, Betty Page wig, fuddled bird, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine-colored in social movement of her shut down men. She was even more erotic in mortal. Sitting in front of the wine-coloured was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.

There was also a Methedrine of wine-coloured on my side of the table, 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 part were tranquillise and subdued.

"I'm sure you do."

"I did get wind rightfield ? You did call in my name. I was the person you were fantasizing about ?"

"Yes."

That yes created an almost heartbeat erection.

"What is it you want to do for me ? That you'll be happy to do ?"

She took a sip of wine-coloured and set the chicken feed 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 measure of disbelief in my interpreter.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this figure in."

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

"Do you need the long, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely shorten explanation ?"

"super short."

"goodness. A few class back, I stumbled on to a assembly and chat room about sex and tabu. Through that chat room, I found other sites where I started to explore my sexuality and broaden my horizon of sex. I discovered that I found the musical theme of breaking tabu was sexually rouse, actually breaking those taboo even more so, and the stronger the taboo, the Sir Thomas More intense the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the woman you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your film of the missy and her Irish Wolf blackguard. At firstly, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the thought of breaking that taboo created a unattackable desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a friend, you would love to be part of that form of relationship ; you became portion of the fantasy.

"Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest tabu, incest and zooerasty, at the Same time. That was the most acute and erotic phantasy I could mean 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 table. Her groundwork pushed the death chair to one incline. There was the same aggressive look I'd seen in the video recording as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her hired hand came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the bird in each mitt with a tight grip. In one violent movement, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one position. She tore off her G-string, and then she caught the bottom of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to perpetrate it over her header. The tooshie edge caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell rid with a diffuse bounce. A subtle motion of her berm created a cold-shoulder tremor that traveled from her breast to her nipple.

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

Her rightfield hand spread the lips of her slit as three fingers of the left hired hand pushed into the opening night. Those finger were pulled up her stomach, across her large tits and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly soak up clean, 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 pernicious handshake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said,"And bring the dog dick, Baby. ”