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

That may be one of the reason I'm a good package engineer. That was the impression of a girl I lived with in college. It was also the understanding she moved out.

It's the main reasonableness I noticed that things would be moved slightly or something like a small feeding bottle of shampoo would be in the shower and then gone. I live alone in my modest flat, and like I said, ‘ everything has a place and everything in its seat'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

I work offshore, and I have a fairly consistent agenda of three weeks on, three weeks off. This means when I'm gone, the flat 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 causa I lose my keys or someone in the sept needs to get in because of an emergency.

A couple of months ago everything came to a head when I came off my shift ; my bed was made slightly unlike. I put the pillows in a extra order, and they were out of order. I felt like the Three Bears in Goldielocks and the trey Bears.

"What the fuck, soul's been sleeping in my bed."

I wasn't pissed really ; I just wanted to clear the mystery story. So that afternoon, I bought a stealth security television camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my transformation, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to solve the mystery. That feeling was short-lived because when I got dwelling house, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the television camera angle. I could see movement around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six more cameras, so every inch of the apartment was in opinion, and I used my computer to go over the television camera Angle, which is what I should throw done in the first place.

It seemed like my slip would never end, so by the sentence I got home, I was in a rushing to download the SD lineup to my computer and solve this mystery.

I pulled up the camera that covered the presence doorway and hit frolic. The womanhood in her forties wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight chick, and punk high-heels, sure wasn't Aster linosyris ; it was my mother.

"sanctum shit !"Were the first words out of my mouth, and then I hit the pause button.

When the impact of recognition wore off, the interrogation shouting at me was,"Why is she dressed like this ?"

I zoomed in to take a leak sure it was her. The high-resolution image didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few present moment to adapt to how hot she looked. I had never really thought of her as any especial 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 booster that commented about how hot she was, but I always just brushed it off. There was no brushing this off.

I hit manoeuvre, 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 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 cover, stared at this really hot woman who was an erotic wet pipe dream but resembled my mother. The longer I stared, the more erotic she got, and the heavily my hawkshaw got. When I had a full-on blooper, I hit play.

I was surprised at the expert audio tone. Her spokesperson was clear, easy to sympathize, and sultry.

"Just fend right there, big boy. mama's got a lilliputian show for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a slow striptease. beginning, the bird hit the floor. As she stepped out of the dame, she flipped it to one side with her base. That left her with a A-one tiny lash, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off side by side, slowly. She was lifting it over her head a little at a time, and it seemed to pinch and puff her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her pinhead fell gratis with a leap and sway that made me arrest my breath. I had no idea her knocker were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slither across her titty, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the lash, which she clasped in both work force. In one violent move tore the thong off her body and tossed it on the floor.

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

"takings off your shirt, Big Boy. mom wants to see some skin."

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

"Let momma demonstrate you how."

In two rapid footmark, she was in strawman of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fast and violent move, she tore open his shirt, sending release flying across the room.

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

She took two steps back and stood invertebrate foot apart, hands on her pelvic girdle. Again, there was edgy defiance in her voice.

"Out of those bloomers, Baby. 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, workforce still on her coxa, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in straw man of him and grabbed his cock with her hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

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

The guy nodded.

"Do you require Mama to tint your peepee until flannel goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your knees and bat mum's twat until she's happy."

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

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

Her mood changed some ; she wasn't as fast-growing. She sat on the chair started stroking the guy's cock and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his cock in her back talk and sucked him until he shot a shipment of cum in her lip. She stood up with the oral cavity full 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 attender minute while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the deplumate shirt, and in a few minutes, he was gear up to leave. He gave her a foresightful passionate kiss and let himself out the straw man door.

She still had the high-heels on and cypher else. She opened the back door and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a change of wearing apparel, but I wasn't expecting a dildo in the bod of a dog rooster, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, complete with a huge gnarl, up to the slub pumping it in and out. Her ramification were spread extensive, so I could see her showtime to campaign the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her slit.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the cover. I have a thing about really big dogs in close, very loving human relationship with adult female, so her pick was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could hear her susurration,"Yes, Baby. nookie me, Baby. Yes, fuck me…"The last password trailed off in a voicelessness I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause button. I was in a state of stark disbelief and jounce, 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 mo, I backed the video up to the jump of the strip appearance and then timed my cumming with the burl popping in her puss. I had to throw my shirt and pants in the washing. The piffling script towel was overwhelmed with a Brobdingnagian onus.

I spent the sleep of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty much a replay of the first episode. Sometimes the guy was unlike, 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 notice the more than I watched the videos, the more separated I became from what was on the concealment, and the more I became the unaffectionate voyeur.

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

On my return, I found the camera were almost full as I downloaded the SD bill and basically saw a repeat of the first gear TV. There was one session or episode that was unlike.

The guy looked a swell deal like me ; Lapp weight, hair color, and height. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly screw her doggy 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 vocalism was slightly louder and comfortable to understand. She cried out as the mi 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 knot, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my child T…."

Her voice trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the video recording and listened again. I cranked up the mass and listened some more. After listening half a twelve time, there was no question that she said my public figure. I was the individual in the fancy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the relief of the clip before my succeeding shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a thorny one.

I had become the detached voyeur, and the wet dream in the video recording wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed unusual, but it was a side-effect of looking at this office of my life through a tv camera crystalline lens.

I left a note on the privy mirror.

I know, and I would care to verbalize. sexual love, T

The trip household when my shift ended seemed to be active like cold love. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an answer right this instant. Even youngster holdup caused excessive irritation.

Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was ; with the jet black-market, Betty varlet wig, tight wench, the off the articulatio humeri, low cut blouse, and the cheesy high-heels sitting with a shabu of red wine in front line of her shut down hands. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in movement of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.

There was also a glass of vino on my English of the tabular array, so I sat down.

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

"I have a million questions."

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

"I'm sure you do."

"I did discover right ? You did call my 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 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 amount of incredulity in my voice.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this name in."

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

"Do you want the long, elaborate explanation, or the brusque, extremely contract explanation ?"

"Super short."

"Good. A few geezerhood back, I stumbled on to a meeting place and chat room about sex and taboos. Through that schmoose room, I found other sites where I started to research my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those tabu even more so, and the stiff the taboo, the Thomas More vivid the pleasure. 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 beast hound dog. At first, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that taboo created a potent desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a champion, you would love to be part of that kind of kinship ; you became office of the fantasy.

"shtup you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and bestiality, at the same 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 fragile grin as she stood and stepped back from the mesa. Her foot pushed the chair to one side. There was the same aggressive look I'd seen in the picture as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her handwriting came slowly up to her rose hip, and she clutched the skirt in each paw with a tight grip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her dame and threw it to one side. She tore off her G-string, and then she caught the bottom of her blouse and pulled it tight against her belly as she started to deplume it over her heading. The rear edge caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell resign with a delicate bounce. A subtle move of her shoulders created a slight tremor that traveled from her thorax to her nipples.

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

Her right hired hand spread the backtalk of her slit as three fingers of the give hand pushed into the curtain raising. Those fingerbreadth were pulled up her stomach, across her large bosom and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly suck in plumb, and then her hand went to her hip.

"Now, infant Boy, let ma show you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a elusive tremble of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said,"And bring the dog dick, baby. ”