An Unusual Visit and It's Not Goldilocks

I'm a fairly straighten someone ; I always have been. I never got fussed at for not picking up my apparel or keeping my room straight. As an grownup, I became more so. I'm not frenzied or fussy about it, but ‘ everything has a topographic point and everything in its place.'

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

It's the independent intellect 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 small apartment, and like I said, ‘ everything has a piazza and everything in its place'so this was puzzling, to say the least.

I work offshore, and I have a fairly uniform schedule of three workweek on, three calendar 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 Town. There is a hidden key I move around some. It's there in display case I lose my cay or someone in the home needs to get in because of an hand brake.

A couple of calendar month ago everything came to a capitulum when I came off my shift ; my bed was made slightly unlike. I put the pillows in a particular order, and they were out of fiat. I felt like the ternion Bears in Goldielocks and the Three Bears.

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

I wasn't pissed really ; I just wanted to lick the mystery. So that good afternoon, I bought a stealing security camera. It was belittled, battery-operated, and motion-activated.

I left for my shift, feeling very fulfill, knowing I was about to work out the whodunit. That touch sensation was transitory because when I got domicile, I discovered I hadn't been careful about the photographic camera angle. I could see movement around the apartment but not who it was.

I bought six more than cameras, so every inch of the apartment was in vista, and I used my reckoner to checker the television camera angle, which is what I should have 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 calculator and figure out this mystery.

I pulled up the camera that covered the front doorway and hit free rein. The woman in her XL wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight wench, and sleazy high-heels, sure wasn't Aster linosyris ; it was my mother.

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

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

I zoomed in to make surely 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 conceive 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 friends 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, screwing !"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 screenland, stared at this really hot woman who was an erotic wet dream but resembled my mother. The longer I stared, the more erotic she got, and the harder my dick got. When I had a full-on botch, I hit play.

I was surprised at the effective speech sound quality. Her part was clear, well-heeled to read, and sultry.

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

She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the sleeping room and started a slacken striptease. showtime, the skirt hit the storey. As she stepped out of the chick, she flipped it to one side with her foot. That left her with a super tiny thong, the cheap high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off side by side, slowly. She was lifting it over her oral sex a little at a time, and it seemed to lift and drag her tit up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a bounce and tilt that made me catch my breath. I had no melodic theme her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her deal slip across her knocker, pulling and slightly stretching her nipple, down to the G-string, which she clasped in both hands. In one violent motion tore the thong off her physical structure and tossed it on the floor.

She never broke eye physical contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the seat of a chair next to the bed. The move was strong-growing, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to look at her completely mount pussy. Her bridge player drug across her pussy and then up to her backtalk as she sucked her fingers.

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

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

"Let mummy show you how."

In two rapid steps, she was in front line of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fast and violent relocation, she tore candid his shirt, sending clitoris flying across the room.

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

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

"Out of those pant, Baby. mum 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, helping hand still on her hips, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his prick with her deal. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.

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

The guy nodded.

"Do you want Mama to reach your peepee until white goo shoots out ?"

The guy nodded.

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

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

After about six or seven mo, 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 chairman started stroking the guy's putz and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his shaft in her oral cavity and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the sass full of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his mouth. She kissed both of his heart, and he swallowed.

There were tender instant while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to substitute the pull shirt, and in a few minutes, he was ready to leave. He gave her a retentive passionate candy kiss and let himself out the front door.

She still had the high-heels on and null else. She opened the punt 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 hammer, a big dog cock.

She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, complete with a huge knot, up to the knot pumping it in and out. Her legs were spread full, so I could see her starting to push the nautical mile and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussy.

I was damn near drooling while I watched the concealment. I have a thing about really big dogs in close, very loving relationships with womanhood, so her option was interesting.

When she got close to having an orgasm, I could learn her rustle,"Yes, Baby. Fuck me, Baby. Yes, hump me…"The last word trailed off in a whisper I couldn't understand.

I hit the pause push button. I was in a state of nail disbelief 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 proceedings, I backed the video up to the startle of the strip show and then timed my cumming with the mile popping in her kitty-cat. I had to confuse my shirt and pants in the laundry. The little deal towel was overwhelmed with a huge load.

I spent the rest of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD wag. It was pretty much a replay of the for the first time 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 note the More I watched the videos, the more separated I became from what was on the screen, and the Thomas More I became the detached Peeping Tom.

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

On my take, I found the cameras were almost to the full as I downloaded the SD plug-in and basically saw a repetition of the inaugural videos. There was one session or episode that was different.

The guy looked a bang-up deal like me ; same weight unit, hair vividness, and altitude. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly do it her doggy panache 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 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 tawdry and easier to understand. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, baby. Oh, deeper button 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 grayback, Beautiful Baby….I'll do it for you, my baby T…."

Her interpreter trailed off to a rustling, but I backed up the video and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a dozen sentence, there was no interrogative sentence that she said my epithet. I was the soul in the fancy. So now what ? I certainly wasn't expecting this development.

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

I had become the detach peeper, and the wet dreaming in the television wasn't related to me in any way. That seemed strange, but it was a side-effect of looking at this portion of my life sentence through a camera lens.

I left a note on the bathroom mirror.

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

The trip base when my break ended seemed to proceed like cold dearest. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an answer right hand this instant. Even tike postponement caused excessive annoyance.

Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was ; with the jet bootleg, Betty Sir Frederick Handley Page wig, tight wench, the off the berm, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a ice of red wine in front of her close down hands. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in nominal head of the vino was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.

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

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

"I have a million questions."

Considering how emotionally charged the consequence was, our voice were calm 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 split second 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 shabu 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 sum of money of mental rejection in my voice.

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

I picked up the dog dildo.

"Where does this physical body in."

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

"Do you desire the long, detail explanation, or the dead, extremely reduce explanation ?"

"Super short."

"Good. A few twelvemonth back, I stumbled on to a meeting place and confabulation way about sex and taboos. Through that chat room, I found other sites where I started to search my sexuality and extend 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 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 girl and her Irish whisky wildcat 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 love to be component part of that kind of relationship ; you became part of the fantasy.

"shag you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and bestiality, at the same meter. That was the most vivid and erotic phantasy I could believe of.

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

She had a little grin as she stood and stepped back from the board. Her foot pushed the chairwoman to one side. There was the same fast-growing look I'd seen in the videos as she looked straight into my eyes.

Her men came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the skirt in each hand with a plastered grip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the tail end of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to overstretch it over her head. The bottom edge caught the bottom of her tits, lifting them until they fell free with a delicate bounciness. A subtle move of her shoulders created a slight earth tremor that traveled from her chest to her pap.

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

Her rightfulness hand spread the lips of her twat as three finger of the allow for mitt pushed into the opening. Those finger's breadth were pulled up her stomach, across her large tits and into her waiting sass. Each finger was slowly fellate sporting, and then her hand went to her hip.

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

There was a elusive shake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the chamber, she said,"And impart the dog dick, Baby. ”