“Here, Doctor Gray,” she said, turning to face me and taking me by the hand, “come over here.”
She led me to the couch and helped me sit. Placing her diminutive hands on my cheeks, she kissed me lovingly. Gracefully, she slithered down my body until she was kneeling between my quivering legs. Cupping my drained balls in her hands, she slid her mouth over my cock and gently sucked the remaining viscous liquid from my seminal duct.
Releasing her lips from my cock she said, “I hope you felt even half as good as you made me feel.” I could feel her warm breath and her lower lip against the sensitive underside of my cock as she spoke. “Thank you, Doctor.”
I peered down at her loveliness. She was even more beautiful in her post-
orgasmic state. Her luminous eyes sparkled between their half closed lids. Her disheveled hair still looked as soft and luxurious as when she had first arrived.
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. I stroked her hair as she nuzzled her face against my thigh. She looked so subservient in that position. It was as if I could do anything I wanted to her. Regaining normal breaths I said, “Lori, come up here with me.”
Without hesitation, she joined me on the couch. I pulled her to me and cradled her tender body in my arms. In response, she wrapped her arms around my neck and sighed contentedly.
“I want to thank you, too, Lori.” I said. “You’ve made me feel better than I have in half a lifetime.”
“I feel so safe right now,” she said, shocking me back to professional reality.
“I feel, well, I feel satisfied. It’s like I can think clearly without worrying about…well, about…” she trailed off into silence.
“About what?”
“You know, about when I will get to come again.”
She was expressing her feelings without any goading from me. I was flattered that I had completely satisfied her but, I knew, within a few days her needs would again become overwhelming. Putting aside my carnal desires, I knew that I needed to concentrate on her emotional development to suppress the awful pangs of guilt that would soon inhabit my mind.
“Lori, I want you to find some ways to occupy your mind until our next session. Join a club; one, of course with only female members. Volunteer your time to help others. I want you to do things that will help you concentrate less on your needs and more on the needs of others.”
She was quiet for a few seconds. “That’s a good idea, Doctor. I sometimes don’t know what to do with my time.”
“Good,” I said. “Let’s get cleaned up and schedule your next appointment.”
Over the last six months Lori has made significant improvement. She moved out of her apartment and purchased her own home in the suburbs. She has joined a garden club that meets every two weeks. She has learned about gardening and has brought me pictures of her own garden. Three days each week she helps out at the library of a nearby elementary school. Of particular interest to her are the special needs children.
Her sexual addiction unfortunately has not been cured. In all my extensive research, I have not uncovered one case study in which a cure has been reached without dangerous drugs or risky hypnotherapy. However, from her personal standpoint, her self image has improved immensely. She has concentrated her addiction toward me and sees me as her confidant. No longer does she feel like a promiscuous slut, as she had before our first meeting.
I schedule her appointments every three days. She continues to adhere to my advice that she remain celibate between our sessions. Her treatments have been satisfying enough that she is no longer as anxious as she had been. However, we have found that two hour appointments are much better for us, particularly in satisfying my wife’s inquisitiveness as to why I spend so much time at my office. I have explained to her that I have a patient with an unusual need for my extended services.
I still charge her at the regular fees I charge my other patients, and she pays my fees promptly and without question. She understands that her condition is complicated and will require a prolonged and extensive course of treatment. So far, neither of us has discussed when her need for treatment will end. However, in my professional opinion, since her affliction is so acute she may need life-long care.
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PINK LADY
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Only one house left on my little list and I’d be done, twelve of my customer’s
orders for cosmetics delivered that day. Not a lot compared to the ladies who
had been doing this for a while but I’d just started out. After all, I’d only
hosted two parties and if I kept growing at this pace, my distributor said I’d
be rich in no time.
Selling cosmetics was so much more exciting than the office jobs I’d had, almost like the feeling I got when I was competing in beauty contests. I was very good and even won our state contest when I was 18. Well, actually I was just first runner up but that’s only because the girl who won was
sleeping with the judges. Now that I was pushing 30 (well 32 actually) I enjoyed meeting other women and helping them to be as beautiful as I with the help of my cosmetics and body care line. In the best tradition of our company, almost everything I wore was pink.
Final house, a very nice neighborhood. I rang the bell.
“Hello. How can I help you?”, a young man, 20 or so, asked as he swung open the door.
“Hi! I’m here to deliver your mum’s cosmetics order. Is she around?”
“She’ll be back in about ten minutes. Would you care to wait for her?”
He was charmingly handsome in white polo shirt and baggy shorts with athletic socks. I had to collect a check for the order and didn’t want to make another trip for it so I waited. He very politely brought me iced tea and told me his name, Brad, and I sat on the livingroom sofa and we began to chat. A college student, he told me, assistant to a photographer part time. “Mostly catalog shoots, lingerie and body shaping garments” he said with a slight smile.
“I bet the models make a lot of money doing that kind of work.”
“Some do” he admitted. “It’s not hard work, probably a lot easier than selling
door to door. You know, a lot of the girls aren’t half as attractive as you are
and they work all the time.”
“Really? I had a friend who modeled and wanted me to try but I was too busy with school. I mean, I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“All you need is a portfolio. When my boss is out of town I do a lot of portfolio shoots for him. It takes about a half hour to an hour, if you’re interested?”
“Me? Oh, I don’t know.” Actually I was thrilled and almost ready to beg him to
photograph me. Brad brought floodlights into the living room and a very
expensive looking camera on a tripod. “Alright, if you insist” I said, pleased
my little trick had worked. What a simple, naive boy he was. “What do you want me to do?”
“Let’s just do some wide shots with you in what you have on. The pink skirt and jacket is very feminine. I think we should get some of your legs too. There’s a lot of work doing hosiery ads if you have the legs for it.” He took shots of me just sitting on the couch in various positions, all very ladylike then said he’d like some with legs crossed because that was a particularly elegant, refined pose. He had me cross my legs very high and bring my
skirt up to show off my thighs because, he said, my thighs were exceptionally
attractive. All that jogging was paying off at last. I was glad I’d worn pantyhose since by the time Brad got the shot he wanted my skirt was practically to my waist.
“Now, just lay one leg over the top of the other but don’t cross your thighs,
and lean back just a bit further.”
I hesitated an instant at his request realizing that it would expose everything
up my straight pink skirt to my crotch. Surely this wasn’t how a lady would sit?
On the other hand, I had done swimsuit competitions and shown a lot more so really it was no big deal. One shot led to another and before I realized it I
was sitting with my thighs spread wide and my skirt up around my waist. Brad
assured me that it was part of a new style of magazine ad that tried to make the pose look accidental while showing the lingerie.
to be continued….
When Brad suggested I take off jacket, blouse, skirt, and pose in just bra and
pantyhose I reminded him “You said your mother will be back shortly. She may get the wrong idea.”
“Don’t worry, a few more frames and we’ll be done.”
Unbuttoning my pink jacket I set it on the chair, followed with my white silk
blouse. Skirt unzipped, slid off my legs. I had on a really cute pink lacy bra
underneath that matched the French high cut panties under my pantyhose. Brad took two more shots and then told me my pantyhose would have to come off. There seemed nothing wrong with that because he was only
taking photos and he could see the panties through the hose anyway so off came the pantyhose.
“Boy, you must really like pink, from your lipstick and nails right down to your
panties. You know, you’ve got a great figure” he told me enthusiastically.
“You’d be surprised how much retouching we have to do with some of the women to take out blemishes and defects. I know you’re going to get work real fast if we can wow them with some unusual shots.”
A warm rush of pleasure surged through my body. Standing in just my bra and sheer pink panties in front of this gorgeous guy more than ten years
younger and feeling hotter than I could remember in a long time. My heart was pounding like mad, mouth dry from excitement as I turned and posed for his clicking camera loving every moment. It was so refreshing to be able to be and feel utterly sexy without any man thinking I was coming on too strong.
“That’s probably all we need,” Brad said smiling and lowering the amera. “That
light pink really shows through when it gets wet, doesn’t it?”
I looked down to see what he meant. A dark spot was growing up from my crotch as my pale pink panties soaked up my pooling wetness.
With shock I realized it made them so sheer my pussy lips were visible underneath. With that the facade dissolved. I couldn’t act the perfect lady any more. “What do you think about this?” Unclasping my bra, dropping it to the sofa, I thrust my breasts at him, nipples stiff as erasers. I cupped them in my hands and said “I’ll show you pink” and stripped off my panties. His eyes locked on the dark triangle pubic hair and my large protruding deep pink pussy lips.
Putting his arms around my waist he pulled me against his hard young body. My breasts flattened against his chest and his hands stroked and caressed my butt. A finger slipped into my vagina. Sliding lower, he tasted each of my dusty pink nipples, then drew his tongue over my belly until he was kneeling, hot breath on my expectant pussy. Off came his shirt and shorts. My hand clasped his swelling manhood, stroking it up. It was strong, curved like a
banana. I brought my mouth around it making him groan loudly. He shook and
thrilled so much I imagine he’d never been properly deep throated before, poor boy.
He wanted to fuck, so did I. We soon reached fever pitch as he thrust into me with accelerating rhythm that caused me climax with juices run down the crack of my ass. Cumming quickly, Brad never even lost his erection as he turned me over on my tummy and began pumping away at my pussy from
behind. I had another super orgasm.
Brad was approaching another climax and wanting to get him off at least once with my mouth I pushed him off and onto his back and began again in earnest. Determined on a spectacular gush I stopped and said “See if this doesn’t make you cum harder than ever in your life.” Hoping this wasn’t the moment his mother chose to dart in by the back door I rushed to the kitchen, found the freezer, and ran back with several ice cubes. His erection was
just as large and quivering with expectation. As I sucked I slid the ice cubes over his balls which quickly retracting into his body. His entire scrotum, which had been dangling low, almost completely disappeared. I sucked hard, hard on his cock, continuing to slide the dripping ice against his testicles then: “Oh baby, I’m ready. Oh yeah. Oh fuck, ahhhh.”
A creamy volcano erupted, draining him totally in two long bursts. He was still
out of breath as I finished buttoning my pink jacket ready to leave. I’d put on
my pantyhose but left left him my damp pink panties as memento. His mother
hadn’t shown up to pay me, but that didn’t seem to matter much at the moment.
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He rolled over onto his back and though he had only been in bed a short while he wasn’t able to sleep. His eyes open and looking up he could barely make out the ceiling from the small amount of light coming through the window.
Next to him Gemma, his wife was already sound asleep.
He closed his eyes once more, this time his mind willing himself to sleep but it was fruitless. Down below he felt a stirring between his legs as once more his mind played over the days events.
The whole of the day had been fun, the evening especially so. It was that time of year…..a time filled with Xmas spirit, where everyone could and did, enjoy themselves. Even Cathy’s parents, who had come down for the holiday had joined in the fun, moreso with the kids. Living two hundred miles away they didn’t see them as much as they would have liked and so took the time to join in whatever they were doing.
As he continued to lay there, looking up at the few shadows dancing on the ceiling, he recalled the game of Twister they had played.
He’d known they would be playing that particular game, he’d seen the box in the weeks leading up to Xmas and had even commented to Cathy how he was looking forward to it. It was a childish game, true enough, but he could see himself having fun all the same. He hadn’t been disappointed. It had been more fun than he’d expected. Everyone had had a good laugh. Everyone had enjoyed themselves but for him, there’d been more than just fun attached to it.
They’d been side by side on the game sheet, reaching for their respective colours and as their bodies had touched it had felt like someone had passed an electric current between them.
He knew, just like he’d felt she did, there was far more to it than just the game. He’d sensed her arousal. He’d felt her body tremble as they had touched, sure, like him, she had wanted more. It was this thought that was now preventing his sleep.
Throughout the evening he’d sat next to her on the sofa. Sure, he’d been aware her hubby seemed to be looking at the two of them more often than usual, but in truth, that had only made it all the more exciting and, with the evening being so light-hearted, he’d been able to take the opportunity to slide his arm along the top of the sofa, just above her shoulders. He’d been sorely tempted to let his arm drop all the way down to rest there but had decided that was maybe a risk too far. Instead he confined himself to the occasional rubbing of his knee against her thigh.
He closed his eyes and tried to shake these thoughts from his mind, for to do so would surely allow him to sleep, but he was fighting a losing battle and gently pulling off the duvet, careful not to disturb his wife, he climbed out of bed. He needed a drink. He needed to try and clear his head.
They had planned to go home but with the kiddies having crashed out halfway through the evening, they’d agreed to stay overnight.
The house, though old and somewhat rambling, was nonetheless roomy. The five good sized bedrooms more than enough space to accommodate everyone comfortably. Now as he crossed the floor, heading for the bedroom door he thought of Cathy lying in her bed in the adjoining bedroom. In his minds eye he could see her dressed as she was earlier in the evening. She’d looked so good all in black. A sexy black, close fit cardigan. One that undeniably outlined her best features. Her black knee length skirt and, he knew from the game of twister they had played, the black nylons she wore were stockings. He’d glimpsed her stocking tops together with a hint of her suspenders. It had been so arousing for him. What’s more, she’d known he, like the others, like her hubby, had been looking and she’d done nothing to hide them.
He didn’t have a dressing gown to put on and though he could feel his cock stirring inside his briefs, as everyone else was already in bed he didn’t feel it mattered.
He opened the bedroom door and quietly stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Crossing the landing he began to descend the stairs, his footsteps silent on the soft carpet.
At the foot of the stairs he turned to see the kitchen door was very slightly ajar with a dim light shining through the crack. He wondered who might be up, he hadn’t heard anyone coming downstairs and thought about turning back and returning to his bedroom, especially given how he was dressed, but curiosity got the better of him.
He made his way towards the kitchen and silently eased open the door. What he saw had his cock instantly stirring again.
Cathy was stood by the worktop, her back towards him completely unaware of his presence, drinking what was probably a coffee.
It was clear the noise he’d heard earlier while he’d been trying to get to sleep, hadn’t been Cathy and her hubby going to bed, but just hubby, for Cathy was still in the clothes she’d been wearing that day.
Rick groaned inwardly as his eyes moved up and down the object of his desire. Again he felt his cock respond. It started to rise, filling his briefs more and more as he took in the sight of her delightful body.
She was balanced on one leg, using the worktop as support while the instep of her right foot gently rubbed up and down the calf of her left leg. Rick could almost sense how sexy those nylons would feel against his own flesh.
He knew then, just as lust took over, as he began to fantasise the forbidden, that he was going to have Cathy tonight whether she wanted it or not. And yes, he knew there might be consequences but was more than prepared to face them tomorrow.
He knew it was an opportunity not likely to be repeated all too soon. He decided to make his move. Feeling his heart in his mouth he stepped silently towards her, sneaking up behind.
Cathy jumped as he put one arm around her waist and one hand over her mouth, not wanting her to cry out in shock. He felt her body stiffen, before instantly relaxing as she recognised the voice telling her she wouldn’t get hurt if she did exactly as she was told.
Rick’s hand moved away from her mouth and jokingly she laughed and jested she’d do anything he ordered.
He held her there, not wanting to let go, Cathy’s beautiful slim neck so tantalisingly close. He was more than a little tempted to bend his head down and let his lips brush up and down it.
Cathy too couldn’t help but feel excited. Though she was yet to get a proper look at him, she was able to guess, from what was digging into her rear, he had very little on.
Still stood behind her, now with his hands resting on her waist he asked why she was still up.
She took a sip of her coffee, her attempt at acting nonchalant over what was happening, yet inside, feeling anything but.
“Hmmm I needed time to unwind before I went to bed. That’s all.” She answered..
Cathy felt his hands squeezing her waist and once more felt the familiar shiver of excitement course through her body. All at once it seemed wrong, the idea the two of them were now alone downstairs, while everyone else was upstairs, asleep
“Hmmm and what about you Andy? Why have you gotten up?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” he told her honestly. “I kept thinking about the fun we have had tonight.” He paused. “And we did have some fun too…… didn’t we Cathy?”
“Mmmm! Yes! she murmured, though unlike him, her mind wasn’t thinking so much of the games they’d played, but of how he’d been rubbing his knee up against her leg as they’d sat on the sofa. It had been exciting, unexpected and made all the more enjoyable by the presence of others.
She felt his hands tighten on her waist once more, snapping her from her thoughts.
“And I have to say, I enjoyed the show of stocking tops too Cathy.”
Cathy knew instantly he was referring to the game of Twister they had played.
“Hmmmm! I bet you did.” she replied, adding. “And why doesn’t that surprise me I wonder?”
“Oh believe me I did, and if I’m not mistaken I wasn’t the only one to notice was I? I think hubby noticed them too…..don’t you think?”
“Hmmmm! He might have.”
“Teasing him were you?” Rick asked.
She laughed again. “Let’s just say it’s a woman prerogative, besides which, it’s good to spice things up. A little teasing …dropping little innuendos to make him wonder.It doesn’t hurt any.”
“Well he’d have every reason to wonder, wouldn’t he Cathy?” he replied, finding their chat was adding to his already aroused state.
He felt his dick throb and wondered if she were able to feel it sticking into her rear. He eased her closer towards his body, wanting to make sure she did. Her movement suggested he’d been successful for he felt her try to move away.
“Hmmm! Behave yourself Rick!” she told him.
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He smiled to himself and turned her around to face him but she was quick to move to one side.
Not wanting to lose his advantage, he grabbed at her waist and pressed her against the wall, his hands quick to reach for her wrists, lifting them high, trapping her against the wall with her wrists pinned above her head, his body against hers. The slight look of fear in her eyes only served to excite Rick even more. He leant forward and pressed his lips over hers.
“Mmmmmmm! Don’t Rick pleaseeee!” she gasped as she tried to struggle free.
“He pulled back but still held her there, pressed against the wall.
“Damn I want you Cathy. You’re one hell of a horny bitch! You’ve been winding me up all these months and now I think it’s time you had a taste of this.”
Holding one hand above her head he used his other to push her left hand down between their bodies, over his briefs. She tried to resist, then had to stifle a groan as she felt the outline of his huge, bulging cock being pressed against her fingers.
“Stop it Rick! Someone might come down!”
He smiled at her. “Oh I don’t think so Cathy. I think we both know everyone is well and truly asleep. It’s just you and me. Just what I’ve longed for all evening. My sexy Mum in law and me! And God do you look sexy!”
Cathy felt her body tingle at the sound of his words. It aroused her to know she was capable of turning him on with so little effort.
He pushed his body into hers, trapping her hand in between them, his cock swelling at her touch.
He leant forward and pressed his lips close to her ear.
“How about we have a dance Cathy? Just you and me?” he whispered.
Cathy was slightly taken aback by his suggestion.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit late for dancing Rick?”
He smiled at her. “Not at all, besides, you and I haven’t had our Xmas dance yet!”
Still holding onto her wrists Cathy allowed him to lead her through into the lounge where, keeping the volume low, he selected some sexy, slow music. He dimmed the lights down low before turning towards her, pulling her close. His hands slid down to her buttocks, his fingertips squeezing them seductively over the material of her skirt as the two of them danced together in slow circles.
Cathy could feel his hardness pressing against her. Her family were all upstairs in asleep, yet even so, the idea they were all so near excited her. She felt herself shudder at the thought of what her son in law might have in mind.
As they continued to dance their seductive dance, she found herself thinking more and more of her hubby. He too was upstairs though she did wonder if, unlike the others, he was maybe still awake. Possibly wondering if she’d be up soon. Instead, here she was downstairs, dancing seductively close with her son in law. This one thought excited her almost as much as the feel of Rick’s manhood pressing into her body.
She pulled her head off his shoulder and looked into his eyes.
“You do realise this is silly Rick. That what we’re doing is all wrong. We can’t do this!”
“Can’t we Cathy?” he replied. “And just why would that be?”
“Because someone could come down.” she answered, somewhat unconvincingly.
He took a hold of her hand and for the third time in almost as many minutes, pressed it over his briefs, over his now prominent bulge.
“Feel it Cathy! You know as well as I do this is what you want. All this teasing these past months. What’s it all been for if not cos you fancy trying this on for size. A man sized cock to service you!” he added, wanting to enforce the idea he was a much better option than her hubby.
He held her hand there and could feel her body tense.
Cathy had never had anyone treat her this way before. Sex with her hubby was always …smooth……predictable. Yes it could also be exciting too, but never like this. She found herself reacting, her fingers seeming to have a mind of their own as they closed around the bulge in his briefs.
Rick groaned, as slowly they moved together in time to the music.
Feeling more than a little aroused Cathy removed her hand from his briefs and placed both her hands on his shoulders, her head close to his chest as they danced.
Rick, sensing her acceptance, ground his stiffness into her body making no effort to disguise it. The fingers of his left hand massaged into the firmness of her rump while his right hand roamed seductively, up and down her back. Cathy’s body trembled with excitement yet still, she knew this was wrong.
“Please Rick! We need to stop this!” she pleaded with him once more, her mind telling her there was no sense to this.
He pulled back. Not enough to have let go but to the point where they’d both stopped moving. She could see the look on his face and fully expected him to have an answer to her comment. But what happened next was something she’d not expected.
His hand reached out around the back of her neck and with his fingers combing through her hair, he suddenly tugged hard, yanking her head sharply backward.
“You don’t seem to understand Cathy!” he said as he held her there “This isn’t a request. I want you! I’ve anted you for ages and about now seems as good a time as any!”
Still tugging on her hair he forced her hand back down onto his crotch.
“You’ve teased it enough Cathy. Now I reckon it’s high time I felt those slender fingers of yours wrapped around it. And when you’ve done with that, when you’ve got me nice and hard, you’re going to sample it with these sexy lips of yours!”
He didn’t allow her time to reply. He pulled her head towards him where their lips met with a violence.
He was rough, forcing his tongue down her throat, pulling at her hair, his free hand mauling roughly at her tits, his fingertips leaving indentations in the soft fabric of her top.
Just as suddenly he pushed her back leaving Cathy gasping for air.
Cathy stood there shocked at what he’d done but the truth was, she had loved every second. It had been something she’d always wanted, not tenderness or love, which she could experience with her hubby, but lust…shear unadulterated passion….. And whatever preconceived ideas she may have had about how it might feel, Rick’s approach had exceeded them all. God did it feel good!!!
Barely with time to draw a second wind he pulled her forward once more. This time she was ready. She groaned as his lips mashed hard over hers, one moment his tongue lunging, deep inside her mouth, the next, hers inside of his, the two of them like prize fighters, standing toe to toe in her lounge……each giving it their best shot……trying to outdo the other…..snogging one another like teenagers, the room filled with their moans as their heads twisted and turned….their passion animal like…..frenzied…..just as she’d always imagined it would be.
She pulled back, her breasts heaving as again her lungs strived to take in air.
“You Bastard Rick!! You Fucking Bastard!” she sobbed.
His hand let go of her hair, he pushed both onto her shoulders and bending forward he started to nuzzle on her left ear. For all her harsh words she made no attempt to move away and Rick knew then, she wanted this as much as he did. He let his tongue flick in and out and sensed Cathy’s body tense up. He was sure she must have known what he was going to do next, but again, if she did, she did nothing to stop him.
Slowly, he began tugging the top buttons of her sexy black cardigan apart. He pulled sideways, easing her top further down over her shoulders as each button popped undone, until after the fifth button, her bra covered breasts spilt forth.
“Ohh Shit Cathy! If only you knew how I have admired these tits of yours? "
He let go of her top to cup each of her breasts in a hand. He pushed them apart, then together….apart…together, highlighting her ample sexy cleavage. He pressed his lips onto hers once more, his hands still playing back and forth over her bra covered tits, the two of them moaning now, moaning and groaning their pleasure into one another’s mouths.
His lips left hers, slipping over her chin, tilting her head back so he could kiss and lick his way down the soft skin of her neck, his lips kissing…licking….sucking their way down until she could feel them between her cleavage…..then on the swell of her breasts. He pushed a hand oh so seductively into the cup of her bra and pulled out her left tit, his mouth immediately gorging on her swollen bud like nipple, feasting on it….sucking…kissing…nibbling firmly on her teat as she whimpered her pleasure…..
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Again he pulled away, this time to look directly into her eyes.
“You like this Cathy don’t you? Having your son in law see to these delicious tits of yours?”
“Ohhhh God!” she groaned, but it was as much as she could voice before his lips crushed against hers once more. This time Cathy responded, curling her hands around his neck, and as their lips and tongues devoured one another, Cathy realised she had never felt so turned on. Whether it was the situation, with her family so nearby. Whether it was his rough manner. Whether it was the simple fact it was a final admission of just how much she’d wanted this…..or whether a combination of all three…she didn’t know ….nor did she care. It was everything she’d hoped for and she wanted more.
She prized her lips free of his momentarily. “Go on Rick you Horny little Fuck! Suck on my Tits…see to Cathy’s tits for her you Bastard!”
Never before had she spoken to anyone this way, but felt sure it was all that was needed to draw out the animal in him….an animal her body right then was aching for.
She reached up and pulled her other breast free from the cup of her bra, and pressing forward she forced it into his willing mouth…..groaning with pleasure at the feel and sensation of his tongue as it rasped over her nipples and breasts.
Encouraged, Rick tugged her cardigan still further down off her shoulders so it was halfway down her arms, unable to stop himself from groaning at the sight of his sexy Mother in law.
It was daft, Cathy knew as much, but half undressed like this for her son in law made her feel so so sexy. She pulled at the back of his head, urging him on, wanting to feels those lips and tongue of his working away on her tits.
“Ohhh Yeeees! Suck Cathy’s tits! Come on baby! work my nipples to a frenzy you horny Bastard!”
Rick responded, his lips nibbling, sucking…..his tongue circling her swollen buds like a vulture circles its prey. He licked…sucked…..kissed and though her mind was filled with guilt all she could do was moan her encouragement.
Moments later he stepped back as if to admire his handiwork. He had never seen her looking so sexy. His horny Mother in law…pure sex on legs…
He smiled at her.
“Ohhh Cathy! You want it don’t you? You want my cock so bad now?”
“You Bastard Rick. why did you have to come down? Why couldn’t you have stayed in bed?”
He smiled once more, aware though she hadn’t answered his question directly, it was answer enough.
His eyes travelled up and down her sexy body. Her dishevelled, half dressed look far more arousing than his imagination had ever been able to evoke.
He thought of the many times he had lay on his bed and fantasised over her, but the truth was, none of his fantasies had come even close to how she looked right then. To see his mum in law like this was a dream come true. Her shoulders exposed, her cardigan half off, her tits spilled from her bra cups, her nipples pouting at him as if desperate for more attention. He smiled at her once more.
“You’re one sexy bitch Cathy. A fact I think you’re more than aware of.”
She returned his smile, and like him she looked down at herself. She was aware she looked a mess, that somehow he had managed to reduce her to look more like a cheap tart, but the way he’d undressed her had been so sexy, so arousing.
Rick took another step back, using the moment to feast his eyes on his sexy Mother in law, almost naked from the waist up, her look so arousing, that sexy top and that oh so sexy black skirt.
Her breasts were full and ripe all ready for the taking.
He reached out and pulled her towards him once more and almost frenzied like, planted his mouth over her lipsticked lips, the taste of her lipstick divine.
His hands roamed over her smooth, rounded buttocks. Cathy’s mouth slowly opened once more, where greedily, Rick devoured her, pushing his tongue as far down her throat as he could, Cathy responding, her head twisting and turning this way and that as their mouth’s sucked and toyed with one another’s tongues.
Slowly he began to edge her back towards the wall, all the while continuing to kiss her, as he did, so his hands wandered up from her arse, over the flatness of her tummy, onto her chest, where his fingers began to maul at her two, deliciously shaped breasts.
He thought of Gemma, his wife, her daughter and of how as a child she would have breast fed on these gorgeous tits. Now here he was doing the exact same thing, only being far more inventive.
He could feel his cock throbbing below and knew if he cared to look down his briefs would resemble a circus marquee. He wanted more of her. He wanted her so bad. Until now it had only ever been a fantasy. He didn’t want this chance to pass by. She was one hot woman and he could only guess at how experienced she would be. His tongue licked salaciously up along her neck, leading his lips closer and closer to her ear. He pressed his lips close.
“How would you like to suck on my cock Cathy!” he whispered. “My dick wants to feel your lips. I want to know just what this sweet little mouth of your is capable of.”
Cathy’s quiet moan told him the idea appealed.
“Come on you little tramp, Get down on your knees and suck on my cock!”
Cathy felt Rick pull away. She looked down at his crotch, to see his huge cock pushing his briefs forward by a good three inches.
The sight made her think of her hubby and of how he had always enjoyed the feel of her lips. Now here she was, despite all the wrongs, eager to do the very same for her son in law.
In the brief moment it took to look down at his bulging cock, she wondered how he would taste or indeed, how he would compare. She smiled at that one thought, aware there was only one way to find out. As wrong as she knew this all was, she was powerless to resist. She dropped to her knees.
She reached out, letting her fingers tease him as they traced seductively along his outline.
“Oh God Rick!” she murmured, as much to herself as to him, marvelling at his size as she continued to play her fingers up and down his concealed length..
“Do you like it Cathy? Is it what you imagined?”
“Who said I’ve imagined?” she replied, her eyes looking up into his.
He grinned down at her.
“Oh I think you have Cathy. In fact, I’m sure you’ve wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you.”
Cathy returned her gaze to his crotch, growing more and more aroused by his confident, almost cocky manner. It was true, for more and more of late they had flirted with one another. An innuendo here, a fleeting touch of their bodies there. On the surface, all of it no more than a game they were playing with one another, yet Cathy knew, like Rick, the game was drawing them closer and closer.
“Well Cathy. I ask again. Is it everything you imagined?”
Cathy drew her fingers upwards, along his hidden shaft to the underside of what was already a well defined helmet. She already knew, barring anything unforeseen, the inevitable was going to happen. She saw no point in continuing with the game.
“Ohhh Yes! And more besides.” she moaned. “And these briefs….Hmmmm! It’s almost like you have gift wrapped my Xmas pressie.”
Rick couldn’t help but smile at her suggestive thought. “Then unwrap it Cathy….and enjoy.”
Cathy leant forward, pressing her lips lightly over his outline, allowing them to dance with a gossamer like lightness along his hidden length over the cotton material of his briefs. She stopped when she got to the base of his shaft to look up at him, her eyes staring straight into his, her lips forming a wicked smile.
“No Rick! This is one present Cathy wants you to unwrap for her.” She purred. “Come on big boy! Show this horny Mum in law of yours what you’ve got for her!”
Rick’s grin widened still further and Cathy watched, enthralled as his hands slipped inside the waistband where they began easing down his tight fitting briefs. She could feel her body shudder as she watched him unwrapping his gift for her. She gasped as his cock sprang out like a jack in the box, bouncing forward before slapping back, hard against his body.
“Ohhh Rick! What a lovely big pressie.” she purred, her eyes taking in his shape and hardness.
Rick’s eyes met hers once more, more than a little pleased she wasn’t disappointed with her gift.
“Come on baby! What are you waiting for? Come and play with your present! Let me feel what those sexy lips of yours can do for my knob!”
Cathy ran her tongue around her lipsticked lips, wickedly imagining herself leaving her colour on the end of his prick.
“Ohhh Rick! Hold it for me! Draw back that foreskin so Cathy can see that lovely purple coloured knob!”
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Again she sat back to watch as his hand took a hold of his shaft, his fingers gripping just below his helmet. She moaned quietly as he started to draw back the foreskin.
“Do you like it Cathy? Is Rick’s pressie big enough for my Mum in law?” he jibed, happy to play along with her game.
“Ohhh God yes!” she groaned. “It’s perfect! How did you ever know my size?” she teased. Then looking up said, “Oh Rick! It’s sooo big…..and Cathy sooooo loves big!”
Her hand joined his, easing his away, then bending forward she ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to its tip, then back down again, leaving the sheen of her saliva glistening on his shaft. She moved closer still and started to play with his balls, kissing them softly, fondling them…kissing… She ran her fingers up along the thickness of his shaft, her lips forming a knowing, wicked smile as she noted his precum ooze from the tip of his knob. She leant forward and flicking out her tongue, using its tip to swirl his juices over the perfect, mushroom shaped head of his cock.
She leant back on her haunches once more, allowing her taste buds to savour this new found source of nectar.
She squeezed again, gently repeating her performance of moments before, easing her fingers upwards from the root of his cock until they came to a stop beneath his well defined helmet. Again, she couldn’t help but look on in wonder as more of his seminal fluid leaked from the eye of his cock.
“Oh Rick! Are you always this excited to see me?” she teased.
“You bitch Cathy!” he moaned down at her, aware she was being a tease yet like her, enjoying every moment.
Again Cathy leant forward to swirl the tip of her tongue around the top of his knob but this time, instead of pulling back, she opened her mouth and plunged her lips down, over his cock.
“Oh Fuck! Yes!” Rick groaned, his hands resting on her shoulders to steady himself.
Slowly….Once….twice….three times her mouth slewed up and down his shaft, her head twisting as it did, her mouth adding her own saliva to the already sticky mess on the head of his cock. As she pulled free so Rick looked down to see her lips drawing the saliva and precum mix with them. For all the world it looked to him as if his knob and her lips were attached by an umbilical cord.
He watched her hand reach up and smear the sexual mix suspended from her fleshy lips back down the length of his shaft. Moments later she was down on him again, this time sucking with far more vigour, far more purpose. It was as if, by adding her own mix, it had added to her arousal. Her head bobbed up and down as he looked on, her fingers massaging his engorged shaft upwards, her lips and tongue eager for more of his precum.
Again she eased back then watched her own fingers slide up along his girth, amazed to witness still more precum leaking from the tip of his knob.
“Ohh Rick! It’s not just a big pressie is it? It’s all these lovely juices too! How clever of you to know I enjoy a juicy pressie!”
“You’re a tease Cathy. A Fucking tease!” he groaned, wanting more of her lips.
Just then Cathy bent lower and started to lick and suck his pendulous balls, Rick’s fingers gripped more firmly on her shoulders, his moans of pleasure growing louder. She always enjoyed playing with a guys balls, and though Cathy knew different, she loved imagining filling with cum.
“They’re sooo big Rick!” she purred, her tongue flicking over each one in turn. “Are they filling up for me Rick? Are they filling up with your lovely warm spunk? Has Cathy ever told you how much she loves warm creamy spunk!”
“Ohhh you dirty little bitch!” he groaned as her stood there relishing the feel of her lips and tongue and better still, his long held fantasy of his Mother in law on her knees in front of him.
Despite her enjoyment Cathy eased her lips away from his balls, raising her eyes up to meet his looking down.
“And who’s dirty little bitch am I Rick? Yours?” she husked.
Before he could answer she slid her lips back down over his bulbous knob. This time Rick was quick to respond, moving his hips, almost causing her to gag as he pushed it into her mouth.
“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm ! Mmmmmm!” she murmured as she bobbed up and down…once….twice….three…. four times before pulling his thick meat from between her lips, enjoying the sounds of his groans as she did.
“So tell me. How do my lips feel big boy? Am I as good as my daughter? Does she do this for you?”
She tipped forward again, swallowing his manhood….sucking, licking, her tongue swirling around his ridge.
As she knelt there, seeing to her son in laws cock, so her thoughts almost inevitably turned to her family, her parents, her daughter and not least of all her hubby, lying alone, upstairs in bed. She was all too aware, had Rick been five minutes later she would have finished her coffee and she too would have been tucked up in bed. Instead, aroused by events of the evening, here she was, Xmas night, alone with her son in law, sucking on his magnificent cock and about ready to have him do whatever he wanted.
Rick looked down at her. If he wasn’t receiving so much pleasure, he’d have to believe this was all a dream. He’d fantasised over his Mother in law from almost the first moment he’d met her. Now here she was, as he’d so often fantasised, on her knees, sucking on his rampant cock. It was his every dream come true.
“Christ Cathy! I have dreamt about this forever but this is so much better than anything I ever imagined. You are one sexy Fucking bitch!” he groaned.
Cathy’s reply was to roll her tongue around the ridge of his plum like knob.
He slid his fingers into her auburn hair, and gripping tightly started to rock back and forth, forcing his meat so so deep that she was started to gag, but to Rick’s delight she didn’t object. Instead she reached forward to cup his balls, her fingertips fondling, massaging, causing his cock to stiffen still further.
“Ohh Shit! That’s it bitch! Make me come! Let me empty these balls down your throat you Fucking tart!”
On hearing his words Cathy’s groans of pleasure turned to an almost animal like growl. Never before had she been spoken to in such a way and the truth of it was…..she loved his aggressive, forceful manner…..so different from that of her husband. Her pussy spasmed as her lips continued to slide up and down the thick, veiny cock that was now filling her mouth.
“Oh Shit Cathy! You are one, hot cocksucker!”
She pulled his cock free of her lips once more to look up into his eyes. Her lips formed a smile as she drew back his foreskin to expose his juicy purple knob. Her tongue snaked out, its tip alighting on the very tip of his helmet sending ripples of excitement coursing through his body then, still looking up into his eyes she bent lower to lick from his pendulous balls all the way up his fat shaft.
It was too much for him…..Rick let out a loud howl of pleasure and reaching for his cock he started to jack himself off causing Cathy to sit back on her haunches.
“Ohhh yes! That’s it big boy! Wank it for Cathy!” she urged, taking a leaf out of his own book. “Wank that big fat pole baby! I want you to cum for me you dirty Mother Fucking Bastard.”
Cathy knew her words would turn him on just as his did her and she continued to wind him up.
“Go on Motherfucker! Cos that’s what you want isn’t it? That’s what you’ve imagined doing. To Fuck your MOTHER in law! Isn’t it?” she demanded, her emphasis on the word Mother.
“You want to shove this monster in Cathy’s cunt don’t you? Show me Rick! Show me what you’ve got in those balls! Cum for me Rick! Shower me with your lovely warm spunk…”
Suddenly Rick’s face screwed up tight….his cock began to throb in his fist…started to twitch. Seconds later he erupted. A first then a second jet of cream arcing through the air to land in ribbon like strands across Cathy face.
She groaned with sheer pleasure. She adored the feel of his cum against her skin…the feel as it splashed across her cheeks, its warmth and the dirty sticky sensation and for the first time ever it made her feel like a cheap whore…..a feeling that excited her.
She grabbed for his cock, wanting to experience the feel of his spunk jetting into her mouth, she sucked…gobbled…licking him to a frenzy as his cock continued to empty into the back of her throat.
“Ohhh Fuck Cathy!” he groaned. “You sure as hell know how to pleasure a guy!”
She got to her feet, her face splattered with spunk, she grabbed him by the neck and forced her lips onto his, her head twisting and turning, her hand holding his face as they snogged like the illicit lovers they were.
She pulled back, satisfied she had made him taste some of his own cum.
“Hmmmm! But do you know how to pleasure your Mother in law?”
She reached down without looking and was amazed to find his cock was still erect.
“Ohhh Rick! Is this what Cathy does for you? Is it thoughts of Fucking Cathy keep this fat prick nice and stiff like this?”
“Damn right it does” he groaned….“And that’s exactly what I am going to do to you now bitch! Rick is going to Fuck his whore of a Mum in law…”
Rick reached out and tugged roughly at her top, once more pulling it off her shoulders. He leaned forward and started to kiss at her neck…soft, sensual, yet eager kisses, his lips moving lower and lower until he was kissing and sucking on her firm breasts and rubbery like buds. Cathy whimpered with pleasure, loving the texture of his lips and mouth over her breasts.
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