An Unusual Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly goodish 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 finical about it, but ‘ everything has a place and everything in its place.'

That may be one of the reasons I'm a good software locomotive engineer. That was the sentiment of a daughter 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 bottle of shampoo would be in the rain shower and then gone. I live alone in my small apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a spot 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 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 township. There is a obscure key I move around some. It's there in suit I lose my keys or someone in the family needs to get in because of an emergency.

A couple of months ago everything came to a head when I came off my chemise ; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a peculiar parliamentary procedure, and they were out of rescript. I felt like the tierce Bears in Goldielocks and the 3 Bears.

"What the piece of ass, someone's been sleeping in my bed."

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

I left for my sack, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to clear the secret. That feeling 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 apartment but not who it was.

I bought six more cameras, so every inch of the apartment was in view, and I used my computing device to check the camera angle, which is what I should possess done in the first place.

It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the sentence I got home, I was in a hurry to download the SD cards to my figurer and solve this mystery.

I pulled up the camera that covered the straw man door and hit child's play. The woman in her forties wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight dame, and cheap high-heels, sure wasn't Goldilocks ; it was my mother.

"Holy shit !"Were the 1st Word out of my back talk, and then I hit the pause button.

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

I zoomed in to make for certain it was her. The high-resolution image didn't lie ; it was her, but it took a few import to correct to how hot she looked. I had never really think 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 grouping. 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 caper, 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 concealment, stared at this really hot woman who was an titillating wet pipe dream but resembled my mother. The thirster I stared, the more erotic she got, and the operose my hawkshaw got. When I had a full-on boner, I hit play.

I was surprised at the good sound timbre. Her vocalisation was clear, easy to interpret, and sultry.

"Just stand right there, big boy. mom's got a little show for you."

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a slow strip show. First, the annulus hit the floor. As she stepped out of the doll, she flipped it to one slope with her foot. That left her with a exceedingly tiny thong, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off following, slowly. She was lifting it over her caput a little at a time, and it seemed to lift and drag in her knocker up as it worked higher. Then her booby fell free with a bounce and tilt that made me catch my breath. I had no idea her bosom were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slid across her mammilla, 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 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 chair next to the bed. The relocation was fast-growing, almost defiant. Her position dared him to depend at her completely climb pussy. Her hand drug across her kitty and then up to her back talk as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let Mama show you how."

In two speedy steps, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both paw. In one fast and violent move, she tore heart-to-heart his shirt, sending push button flying across the room.

"That's the way mamma likes it done, baby Boy."

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

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

Now the guy was yanking his trouser down, trying to get out of them before she tore them off. She paced around him, paw still on her hip joint, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his stopcock with her hand. It was bumpy enough that I could see him wince.

"Mama likes cut. mum 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 require Mama to contact your peepee until albumen goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

"Then you better get on your stifle and biff momma's twat until she's happy."

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

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

Her mood changed some ; she wasn't as fast-growing. She sat on the death chair started stroking the guy's putz and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his prick in her mouth and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the backtalk wide of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his mouth. She kissed both of his oculus, and he swallowed.

There were tender import while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the torn shirt, and in a few minutes, he was ready to provide. He gave her a longsighted passionate osculation and let himself out the front door.

She still had the high-heels on and zero 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 shape of a dog cock, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, complete with a Brobdingnagian knot, up to the knot pumping it in and out. Her leg were unfold widely, 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 blind. I have a matter about really big dogs in close, very loving relationships with adult female, so her choice was interesting.

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

I hit the interruption button. I was in a state of complete mental rejection and shock, plus I had an aching, throbbing erection. I had never had this variety of erection, 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 international nautical mile popping in her slit. I had to throw away my shirt and knickers in the washables. The little hand towel was overwhelmed with a huge incumbrance.

I spent the rest of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty much a instant replay of the number 1 episode. Sometimes the guy was unlike, but it always ended with that enormous dog dildo.

I hardly left the apartment. I played the television over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did notice the more I watched the video recording, the more separated I became from what was on the screenland, and the more I became the detach voyeur.

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

On my return, I found the cameras were almost full moon as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repeat of the world-class video recording. There was one session or instalment that was different.

The guy looked a great deal like me ; Saami weight unit, hair color, and height. Her display seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her pooch style before she blew him. She touched him more and was Sir Thomas More tender than with the others.

After he left, it was the dog dildo character ; 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 easier to empathize. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, infant. Oh, cryptical push 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 burl, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my baby T…."

Her spokesperson trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the video and listened again. I cranked up the bulk and listened some more. After listening half a twelve times, there was no question that she said my name. I was the mortal in the fancy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

I spent the residual of the time before my adjacent shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a briery one.

I had become the degage peeper, 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 part of my aliveness through a television camera lens.

I left a note on the bathroom mirror.

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

The trip habitation when my displacement ended seemed to move like cold honey. I had no mind what I was going to happen, but my wonder wanted an result right this instant. Even minor delays caused excessive innervation.

Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was ; with the jet black, Betty Thomas Nelson Page wig, tight skirt, the off the articulatio humeri, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a methamphetamine hydrochloride of red wine in front of her fold hired man. She was even more titillating in person. Sitting in front of the wine-coloured was the dog dildo, and it was more telling in person, too.

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

"Welcome home."Her interpreter sounded more like the woman I knew.

"I have a million questions."

Considering how emotionally charged the import was, our voices were lull 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 wink hard-on.

"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 trash 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 voice.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this fig in."

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

"Do you need the long, detailed explanation, or the shortly, extremely brief account ?"

"Super short."

"Good. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and schmooze way about sex and taboo. Through that confab way, I found former situation where I started to search my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those taboos even more so, and the stronger the taboo, the more intense the pleasance. From there, I slowly evolved into the charwoman you see here.

"During all this exploration, I found your motion-picture show of the girl and her Irish skirt chaser Hound. At first, 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 have a go at it to be component of that kind of relationship ; you became theatrical role of the fantasy.

"Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the secure taboo, incest and bestiality, at the like 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 flimsy smile as she stood and stepped back from the board. Her pes pushed the chairperson to one side. There was the Sami aggressive look 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 annulus in each bridge player with a tight grip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her dame 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 stomach as she started to pull up it over her capitulum. The bottom border caught the underside of her bosom, lifting them until they fell release with a soft bounce. A elusive move of her shoulders created a rebuff shudder that traveled from her thorax to her mamilla.

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

Her properly hand spread the lips of her cunt as three fingers of the allow hired hand pushed into the hatchway. Those finger were pulled up her belly, across her large tits and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly go down on clean, and then her hand went to her hip.

"Now, baby Boy, let Mama demonstrate you exactly what she'll do for you."

There was a subtle shake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the bedchamber, she said,"And bring the dog dick, babe. ”