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David hurriedly re-dressed and returned to the living room, where he found his mother lucid and sitting in the chair he had left her in, but not wearing her robe. Instead, she word a black thong bikini, a sheer black mesh top, sheer black stockings, a silver-studded black choker and black five inch heels.
"Hi, baby," she sighed.
"Mom?!" David squeaked.
She waved her hand in front of her, and David saw that her nails were at least two inches long and coated in cherry red polish. "In the flesh, sweetie." Her lips were sharply lined in dark red lipstick.
"Are-- are you okay."
"Oooh, I'm much BETTER than okay. MUCH better. I think that I'm very VERY good. Just try me and see, David."
"Mom!"
"Please, sweetie... call my 'Lydia'."
"Mom!"
She put her fists on her hips and pouted her lips. "Young man! I asked you to call me 'Lydia'! Now, please, try it."
David stared at his mother.
"It's not that hard." She pursed her very red lips in the most distracting way. "Ly-di-a. Now you try it."
"Lydia?"
She smiled. "Mmmmm, that's much better. Yes, David?"
"Uhm... Lydia... we need to get you to a doctor."
She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms in front of her chest, smiling faintly and arching a brow. "Are you wanting to play doctor with me, young man? With your own mother?"
"No!" David blurted out, his voice cracking.
She waved a hand. "Because I'm okay with that, sweetie." Slowly she lightly traced one finger down the front of her top. "I can be your nurse and give you some medicine."
"Mom!"
"I already told you, David. It's 'Lydia'. And maybe you'd rather give ME some medicine instead. Yes... I think I'd like that. A good... thick... salty... dose of--"
"Lydia!" David's voice cracked. "Calm down! We need to think straight here."
"And are you straight, David? Straight... and long... and stiff and --"
"Right. We need to get you to a doctor right away."
"Will HE be able to make me feel better, David?" she asked in a little girl's voice. "'Cause I have this buuuurning right here." She let her hand drop to her lap.
David just stared at her, his mouth hanging open.
She stood. "You're right, though. We do need to go out. But to the clothing store. I need to pick up some items."
"Some heavy woolen items..."
"No, sweetie. Lingerie, teddies, garters, nipple chains, thigh high boots, paint-on latex, strap-on dil--"
"No, no, no, NO!"
"Things like I'm wearing now. Do you LIKE what I'm wearing now, David?" She held her hands out to the side and slowly turned around for him to examine her.
"Nnnggg!" David moaned. "Where DID that outfit come from anyway? You don't have clothes like that, do you?"
"Oh, David... I think I might surprise you. You are a bit... naive... at times."
"Mom!" She frowned back at him. "I mean, Lydia!"
"But no, this outfit seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I like it. So let's go." She walked toward the front door and laid her hand on it.
"Mom! Lydia! No! You can't go out of the house like that!"
She held her hands out to her sides. "Well, why not?"
"You--... your--... You'll get us arrested! Your nipples are almost showing through the top!"
She put her fists on her waist. "And what exactly is my son doing studying my nipples? Hmmm?"
"I'm NOT!"
She reached up and pinched her nipples through the sheer top, shivering from the sensations. "And WHY not?!" she pouted, "Are my nipples not good enough for you?"
"No! You're my mother!"
"And that automatically makes me have ugly nipples?"
"No, I--" David sighed. There was just no winning here. "You have beautiful nipples, okay?"
"Oh!" she bounced up and down most distractingly. "Do you really think so, David?" she cooed.
"Mom. Lydia. Let's just slow down a little. Sit. Please."
Lydia sat back down in the chair like a good little girl.
"Okay. You can't go out dressed like that. We need to get you dressed appropriately. Then we need to get you to a doctor."
Lydia leaned back and hung one leg over the arm of the chair. "Does my body intimidate you, David?"
David knew his erection was showing through his pants. "Mooom!" he whined, "You are being IMPOSSIBLE!"
"No, sweetie. I'm VERY possible. I'd even say that I'm being downright easy."
David sighed. "Mom. Lydia. Look at you. Your pubic hair is sticking out on both sides of your thong. You can't go out like that."
Lydia looked down and tugged on the hairs that were as David described them. "Well, mercy me! You're right. My pussy is sort of shaggy, isn't it?" She stood and started walking towards the back of the house. "You're right, then. Come along. We need to fix this." She hooked her thumbs in her thong and pulled it down and off. She looked at David over her shoulder to find him speechless, his mouth hanging slack. "Well, stop gaping at your mother's naked ass, David. Come along. I need your assistance."
David waited a couple seconds, then wandered back to the hall, totally unsure what to do now. Nobody's mother EVER acted like this! Did they?
"Come along, David," Lydia called from the bathroom.
He stepped into the bathroom, and she was seated on the toilet, her legs spread wide to open up her pubic area. David quickly averted his eyes.
Lydia handed him a can of shaving cream. "Sweetie, help lather me up."
"But--" David sighed, defeated, then put some cream from the can onto his fingers and dabbed around Lydia's groin, still trying to avert his eyes.
"Honey, you're going to have to look at what you're doing. Otherwise you might stick a finger right up my sopping wet hole. So, please, look at my pussy." She paused, then grabbed his chin with her hand and gently turned his head. "You don't want to be a motherpoker. So look at my pussy, sweetie."
David allowed his head to be turned and then did as he was told. She might be his own mother, but, Lord, she had a pretty pussy.
With that thought, David dropped his eyes again. How DOES one behave when his mother is acting like this?!
"David," Lydia sighed. She took his hand in her two hands while he still kept his eyes downcast. She bent his pinkie and ring finger, then bent his index finger. Then she moved his hand and he felt his middle finger enveloped by warm wet flesh.
She couldn't have!
"David. David, look."
David's eyes crept up to see his own middle finger embedded to the hilt in her hot, wet vagina.
"David, do you see what can happen if you don't look and pay attention?"
"Mo--, mo--?!"
She held his hand in place and wriggled her hips back and forth. "Nnnngg!", she moaned. "Accidents WILL happen, young man."
"Bu--, bu--?!"
Lydia removed her hands from David's and crossed them in front of her chest. "Now get your naughty finger out of mommy's pussy, David. And get back to business."
Slowly, David withdrew his finger. Just before he pulled it out entirely, he held his breath and started to push it slowly back in.
"Ah! Ah!" Lydia wagged a finger at him. "Not in mommy's cunt, young man. That was what we were trying to avoid."
David finished withdrawing his finger.
"That's my boy," she smiled. "Now lightly run your fingers around there to spread the shaving cream."
Relenting, David lightly ran his fingers over her inner hips, up to her low abdomen, then back down to the lowest part of her butt cheeks.
"The lips too... David. Don't... forget... the lips."
David moved his fingers to the lips of her pussy and began stroking them, then lightly pulling on them, almost hypnotized until he noticed her pelvis shake and looked up.
Lydia had pulled her top up to expose her breasts. "It's okay... honey. I just... wanted... to be able... to get to these... Keep... going, please..."
David kept staring at her new, big breasts. Lydia was kneading them, then noticed David mesmerized. "They're sooo much bigger. I always felt like I was limited in how much I could please a man before. But these --" she cupped them before resuming caressing them "-- these are what you could call hooters."
"Boobs." He began running his hands up her sides towards her breasts.
"Knockers."
"Jugs." Lydia moved her hands out of the way so that David's could take over.
"Gazongas," she whispered. "Mmmm, David. That feels good."
"I like... I like making you... feel good... Lydia..."
"You are so good at it, David. Here... move these to here..." she took his hands in hers and moved them back to her pussy. "Mmmm, yeeahhh..."
David began tugging her pussy lips, lazily making circles around them, then drawing them out, then running his finger along their inner side. His face leaned in closer and closer, studying the pretty kitty. He was just building up his courage to stick out his tongue and give a lap at her pussy, shaving cream or not, when there was a knock at the front door.
He ignored it.
Lydia tapped him on the shoulder.
"Uuungh?" David's face was not two inches from his mother's crotch, his tongue beginnig to crawl out from between his lips.
"You'd better go see who's at the door, honey."
"But--"
"Go see who's there. Then we can pick up where we left off."
"But--"
"David, go."
"Uhng... !" David managed to draw himself up to his feet and stagger down the hall. He repositioned his erection before answering the door so that it would be less obvious. When he opened the door, there was Paul's smiling face to greet him.
"Hi. I was worried about you and your mom. Is she feeling better?"
"Get lost," David said, pushing the door to shut it again.
"Hey!" Paul pushed the door back open. "Don't get touchy. I'm really concerned. I-- wow! Hi, Ms Moreno!" He waved over David's shoulder.
David turned around to see his mother standing there at the end of the hall. Her thong was still off, leaving her lower half naked, but she was holding a towel in front of her pussy. Or, actually, wiping the shaving cream off, it looked like. Her top was still pulled up to bare her breasts.
"Mom! Lydia!"
"It's okay, David. Paul certainly got a good enough view of these this morning, didn't you Paul?"
"Yes ma'am!" Paul replied grinning.
"Why don't you step in a moment, Paul."
"Yes, ma'am!" He shouldered David out of the way, pushing his way in the door. David shut the door behind him.
"You were a naughty boy this morning, weren't you, Paul?"
"Naughty, Ms Moreno?"
"Please, call me Lydia. And yes, I think 'naughty' is the word I'm looking for."
"Well, uhm, you seemed a little out of it this morning, Lydia. And I guess I got a few glimpses of your breasts when you were too preoccupied with other things to be concerned about that."
"'Glimpses of my breasts'? Paul, you were pumping that big fucking cock of yours between my boobs, weren't you? Taking advantage of me while I was 'preoccupied'."
"Uhm... I... uh... guess..."
"And then you blew a fucking quart of jism between my tits, splattering my face in the excitement."
"Yes... uhm... ma'am..."
"Then you took that swollen purple pecker head and wiped the rest of the sticky cum that was on it off on my lips."
"You WHAT?!" David exploded.
"Well, they were so pretty and red... and you were moaning, Lydia... and I needed to hush you up before David heard... and..."
"So you stuffed your COCK in her MOUTH to GAG her?!"
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You may care to read the first part of this story before embarking on this episode. It will explain the context. The following morning as instructed I found myself in Mistress Pickles’s bedchamber. 'Jenkins reports that you learn well and quickly. I knew you would. Come, girl, undress and show me what you have learned at her hands. I hastily removed my attire but slowed when she told me to take more time and to give her the pleasure of a slow revelation of my body. She had me stand quite naked...
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Blonde, blue-eyed, 4ft 11inches at 100 pounds, 34-21-35 and legs to die for. My wife? Hell no - my mother-in-law, and for the last year she has been doing her absolute best to fuck my brains out. And three years ago this same woman hated my guts because I was going to marry her daughter and she did not consider me good enough for her baby. Why the change of heart? Well, that's the story. It was a dismal day in October, one of those days when the weather can't make up its mind whether it...
At 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table...
‘Your guest left a small present for you, my dear.’ This was Mistress Pickles speaking when later we met, I having been summonsed to her sitting room. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely...
As I write this, Maria is entertaining one of Mistress Pickles’ ladies. True to her promise that kindly former employer, teacher and guardian has, since our departure from her house, sent a number of her clients to stay with us. Some have been convalescents, other merely wishing to enjoy a change from the normal social circles they enjoy or endure in the capital. Mistress Pickles sends us money to pay for their visits and we do not know, ask or care what she charges them. We have also found a...
LesbianIn the following months I entertained many guests at Mistress Pickles’ house and my First Lady was a regular visitor. She sometimes liked to take both Maria, to whom I had become exceeding close, and me to her room and we would entertain her together. Mistress Pickles’ salon had become well known amongst ladies of class and, of course, a certain inclination. One evening we were in the salon, playing charades as I recall, when the Mistress arrived with Jenkins and asked us all to sit and pay...
Lesbian‘Your guest left a small present for you, my dear.’ This was Mistress Pickles speaking when later we met, I having been summonsed to her sitting room. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely...
LesbianMy Lady was most tender as we dried ourselves. Despite her earlier complaint of having been exhausted by our coupling she seemed, having taken the bubbling wine, to recover. We had sipped our wine seated facing each other, both naked, in the soft chairs the room provided. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of the earth to enjoying her company. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was...
LesbianAt 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table...
LesbianThe delights of Stepmotherhood Due to a deep-seated and enduring character flaw I had for a long time secretly been fantasizing about feminizing and dominating weak, susceptible boys. So, when after the passing of my late husband, I had noticed that my up to that point almost tediously boring 15 year old stepson Josh had developed an unnatural interest in my lingerie drawer and assorted frillies, I saw my chance to have some fun and indulge in my dark hidden fantasies. Initially I...
the delights of Stepmotherhood 2 I already mentioned that on Joyce's second practice date I would make him sit on his boyfriend's lap. This turned out to be such a succes that when the date was over the boy in question ended up trying to hide a clearly visible wet spot in his trousers.... At least my pretty stepson's Joyce persona seemed to respond surprisingly well to the concept of being desired and being desirable to boys and most likely men in general.... Meanwhile Joyce's...
I may have given the impression that all in Mistress Pickles’ household was, as it were, idyllic. It would, I now conjecture, be naïve to assume that a house full of women such as it was would be so. In fact there were tensions. Not all the ladies were as pleasant as Maria or Bella. There were times of great boredom and we were somewhat restricted because of the necessary secrecy surrounding the household’s activities. We were by no means prisoners. All of the ladies were willing and, it must...
I may have given the impression that all in Mistress Pickles’ household was, as it were, idyllic. It would, I now conjecture, be naïve to assume that a house full of women such as it was would be so. In fact there were tensions. Not all the ladies were as pleasant as Maria or Bella. There were times of great boredom and we were somewhat restricted because of the necessary secrecy surrounding the household’s activities. We were by no means prisoners. All of the ladies were willing and, it must...
LesbianShe basically let me raise myself while she was out drinking, using drugs, sucking and fucking anything with a dick, including me but that’s another story! Good times! But because I raised in a fucked up life, I grew up fast and became interested in thing most teens wouldn’t. Especially older women. I use to spy on my my mom when she would bring guys home. Loved watching her fuck those guys. I loved hearing her screams and moans. I feel like I learn a lot from watching it. I tested things...
After Madeline's first lesson with me the week passed quickly, and I found myself thinking about her more and more. The whole event seemed odd in so many ways, like her rapid change from shy to extrovert and back again. Either way I was back again the following Monday and like last time her mum greeted me at the door. "Welcome back Alex, how was your weekend?" she greeted me. "Good thanks Mrs Walker, and you?" I replied. "Very good thanks, but please, call me Jasmine. Now Maddi is in her room...
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