Capítulo 32: FROM MOTHER TO SLUT - PART 2
Introduction:
Susan enjoys her journey to depravity.
Paul woke with a pleasant feeling in his groin. He looked down to see the back of his mother's head resting on his tummy, he could feel her lips and tongue teasing the tip of his cock, he felt his erection grow and heard a murmur of pleasure coming from his mother. Then he felt her soft warm lips slide over the head of his cock.
He almost said something but decided to let her carry on, he just let out a low groan as her mouth took half his cock, sucking it gently. His erection hardened as she cupped his balls, her mouth increasing in urgency. She held the base of his cock as her mouth worked up and down, her other hand squeezing his balls gently.
Paul was tempted to put his hands on her head and push her down but he wanted to see if she could bring him off without his help. He need not have bothered as soon he felt his orgasm building.
Susan must have sensed it too, her hand on his shaft working faster, her mouth working harder.
Paul let out another groan as he came, his spunk shooting into her mouth.
"Mmmm," was all the noise she could make as her mouth filled with cum. She swallowed but some still escaped, running down his shaft.
"Oh that's good Mum," he had to say as he pumped his seed into her mouth.
Susan didn't falter, she was determined to drain his balls.
The force of his orgasm soon subsided, his mother sucking the last dregs from the eye of his cock before cleaning the spunk from his shaft and body.
Finally she was satisfied that she had swallowed ever morsel. She sat up, turned to face him, then climbed astride him, sitting on his chest.
"Was l good?" She smiled down at him. "I'd been watching him for over an hour, l've never studied a cock before. Even though you were sleeping it was as if he had a life of his own, he was like some menacing snake the way he was pulsing as if he was breathing, l couldn't resist him, l had to kiss him."
"We need to talk," he said.
"Mmmm yes," she giggled, leaning forward, placing her hands either side of his head, her breast swinging in front of his face, she brushed his lips with her nipples. "Are you going to tell me what you're going to do with me next or will it be a surprise. We have all day, we can stay in bed and you can fuck me all day long."
"We have to be certain about this Mum," he said, enjoying the feel of her tits as they brushed his face. "This is your last chance to back out, if you want to carry on then there is no turning back, you become my property and l do whatever l want with you."
"I think you know l've already made that decision," she said, "if the things you want to do to me are as exciting as the things you did to me last night then yes l want more, l have never felt like that before in my life. As you said, we are adults, it's no-one's business but ours."
"I thought you'd say that," he laughed, catching her nipple in his teeth as she brushed his face with her tits, biting it hard, he felt her shudder in response.
"I need to pee," she said climbing off him, "l'll be back."
She walked toward the door, she turned to see Paul behind here.
"I'm going to watch," he said.
Susan hesitated, then giggled and trotted into the bathroom.
"Spread your legs so l can watch," he said as she sat on the toilet.
"This is so naughty," she giggled, doing as he said, spreading her thighs wide.
Paul knelt before her, his face only inches from her cunt as her stream began tinkling into the toilet. As she reached full flow, he put his hand between her legs, allowing her stream of piss to flow through his fingers.
"Oh my god that's dirty," she laughed, then gasped as he put his fingers into his mouth.
He put his hand under her again, catching the last of her flow. He lifted his hand up to her face.
"Now you," he said, "taste your own piss."
Susan stared at him as she opened her mouth, taking his piss covered fingers and sucking them.
"Good," he said, "you're learning. Now l want to piss."
Susan reached for some toilet paper and dried her cunt then went to stand up.
"Stay there," he said, standing up. "Keep your legs open."
She did as he ordered, watching as he stood before her, holding his cock. As his stream of piss began, he had aimed it to hit her right in her patch of pubic hair. Her initial reaction was to move.
"Stay there," he said, raising his aim to hit her on her tummy.
She could feel his piss running down over her thighs and into the toilet.
Suddenly he stopped mid stream.
"Open your mouth," he said.
Susan felt a surge of excitement coursing through her, her hand went between her legs, her fingers locating her clitoris as she did as he commanded.
"That's good," he said, "frig yourself off while you drink my piss."
Susan had never felt so humiliated but also so excited at the same time. As his stream of hot, salty piss hit her mouth, her fingers worked frantically on her clit. When she swallowed, his stream continued, running down over her body. She came in seconds, her body trembling from head to foot as his stream subsided and he put his cock into her mouth.
"Now that was a good slut," he laughed, standing back. "I'll go and shower in the other bathroom, you get this cleaned up," he indicated the pools of piss on the floor, "then shower and come down for breakfast."
When Susan finally entered the kitchen she had a towel wrapped around her head and was wearing her dressing gown. She was surprised and disappointed to see Paul fully dressed.
"You can take that off," he said, indicating her dressing gown. "From now on, in the house you are to be naked unless l tell you to dress in a costume."
"You do know that old Harry Mathews can look directly into our house from his bedroom window," she replied.
"Well he can have a wank watching you then," he laughed, "take it off."
Susan felt a thrill as she took it off, secretly hoping old Harry would see her.
"Are you going out?" She asked, "l thought we could spend the day in bed."
"Two things to remember," he said, "l decide when we fuck, and you do as you're told."
"Oh…sorry," she said.
"Anyway, you have to go into town and get that hair off your cunt."
Just then the doorbell rang. Susan could see an outline through the frosted panel in the door.
"It's the postman," she said.
"Well answer it then," he said.
"What…like this?"
"Use the towel to cover yourself."
"But it will be Frank Smith," she said, "l've known him for years, we went to school together."
"Well it will be a treat for him won't it," Paul laughed. "Do it," he ordered.
Susan walked slowly towards the front door, the towel was only a medium size, she clutched it against her breasts but it only fell to the top of her thighs, barely covering her cunt." She opened the door.
"Morning Sue, l have a par….." Frank stopped mid sentence, his breath taken away by the vision in front of him. He was holding a parcel.
"Just leave it down there Frank," she said.
"I need a signature Sue," he replied, holding out the pad for her to sign.
"I'll do that," Paul said, coming up behind her.
Susan breathed a sigh of relief as she tuned to go back, then realised than her back was completely uncovered. She decided to shuffle backwards.
Paul signed for the parcel, he handed back the pad then winked at Frank. Picking up the parcel he said "Here Mum," and tossed it toward her. Instinctively she made a grab for it, her towel falling away and revealing her naked body. She tried desperately to grab the towel but it was a few moments before she could cover herself. She turned and ran back into the kitchen, giving Frank a perfect view of her naked bottom.
"Jesus Paul," Frank said, "are you giving her one?"
"What do you think," he replied with a sly smile.
"You jammy bastard," Frank laughed, "l've fancied her since we were in school but never got a look in, she's in fucking good shape, l wish my mother had looked like her at her age, l might have been tempted myself."
"Do you still fancy her?" Pau replied.
"To fucking true mate," he said, "god those tits are amazing, my missus has got fucking tiny tits."
"Would you like to fuck her?"
"Fuck off Paul, are you serious?"
"I'm serious mate," Paul replied, "she's got to go into town this morning to get that hair off her cunt but if you want to call round this afternoon l'll make sure she's ready for you."
"You're kidding mate," Frank said, "there has to be a catch."
"No catch mate," Paul replied, "l only started fucking her myself yesterday and believe me mate she's gagging for it, she's a real horny bitch, you come round this afternoon about three and you can have her, what do you want, blow job or fuck."
"Does she do blow jobs, jeez l haven't had a decent blow job in years, the wife won't do it, she used to when we were courting but once we got married it all stopped, turned into a right frigid cow."
"She gives great blow jobs," Paul said, "and she swallows mate so you don't need to pull out."
Frank agreed to return in the afternoon and Paul returned to the kitchen. When he returned, Susan was holding onto the kitchen worktop, trembling.
"You're going to use me like a whore?" She said, "you want to use your mother like a whore."
"Not like a whore Mum, like a cum slut," he smiled. "You don't think l was going to keep you just for myself do you, l've got other women to satisfy as well, l need to get some help to keep you well fucked."
Suddenly her shoulders started shaking, then she started giggling. "D…did y….you see the …look on his face?" She managed to say, "the dirty bugger, he took me to the pictures once when we were in school, he put his hand up my skirt and l slapped his face."
"Well you won't be wearing a skirt this afternoon," he laughed, "l've promised him you'll give him a blow job but he can fuck you if he likes."
"That's kind of you," she laughed, "l could do with a fuck right now after that."
"You'll have to wait," he said, "l arranged with Jean Simmonds last night for her to sort out your cunt hair."
"Her that runs the beauty parlour at the bottom of town, you mean she knows about us."
"Don't worry," he said, "l've been fucking her for years, she knows how to keep a secret, l booked you in for this morning so go and get dressed. Your shortest skirt, no panties, thin top and no bra and the highest heels you've got."
"You want me to go out like that," she laughed, "l'll look like a prossie."
"You'll certainly look like a slut," he said, "but that's what you are, now fuck off and get dressed."
She stared at him for a second then turned towards the hall. As she started to walk he gave her a firm slap on her bottom. "Yeooowww!" She shrieked, "you bastard."
"Fucking move your arse then," he said, "l've got things to do in town, l'll drop you off at the parlour then meet you in the park by the river when you're finished."
"So l have to walk through town like that," she said.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "l bet you'll turn some heads. Use that footpath that runs along the river, there'll be a few fellas along there fishing, it will brighten their day."
"It's very isolated along there, l could get raped."
"Yeah, could be your lucky day," he laughed, "all l can say is, just open your legs and enjoy it."
"You're a callous bastard," she said.
It was almost lunchtime when Paul finally arrived at the park, Susan was sitting on a bench.
"Let me see," he said as he approached her.
"What, here?" She replied.
"Yeah, lift your skirt and open your legs."
Directly opposite her, on the other bank there was a middle aged man fishing, he had been watching Susan since she'd arrived, he had a clear view of her. She couldn't deny that the walk along the footpath had been exciting, the rough path made it difficult to walk with the high heels she was wearing and her tits bounced violently when she stumbled, the bank had been lined with men fishing, the older ones openly staring at her but some of the younger ones were bolder, some whistling or calling after her and one in particular who took out his cock and asked how much she charged for a blow job. By the time she had reached the bench, her pussy was wet and her nipples rock hard. As if the experience at the parlour hadn't been enough, lying there stark naked while another woman went about the business of removing her pubic hair.
"He's quite a lad your son," Julie had said to her, "he tells me he's only just started fucking you, what took you so long?"
Susan had been shocked that not only did this woman know about her and Paul, she seemed to accept it.
"Oh don't be shocked," Julie had said, "he's been screwing me for years, he was in school with my son Simon. We were in a similar situation, my husband had cleared off and it wasn't easy for a single mother to get sex, l knew of course that Simon was masturbating, these boys don't realise that we do the washing and see the stains on the bed sheets. Like all lads his age he was wanking at any opportunity, then one day he'd left his bedroom door slightly open, l could see his reflection in the mirror, l was so randy, l hadn't had sex for three years, l just took the bull by the horns and walked in, he was shocked but once l'd knelt in front of him and taken his cock in my mouth l knew l had him, of course he came almost straight away and he was upset but l calmed him down, we talked about it and when he got hard again l asked if he would like to fuck me."
"You make it sound so natural," Susan had said.
"I can't believe it took you so long," she'd said, "the first time Simon brought him round l took one look at his cock and l just had to have him and he's got bigger since then."
"But doesn't it bother you," Susan had said, "with Simon being your son."
"Not at all," she'd said, "but then again l grew up with incest, both my father and uncle were screwing me when l was a teenager, l loved it, they made me feel special. Simon is in the Navy now but when he comes home we always spend the whole day in bed it's beautiful. You're so lucky having Paul, he's got a beautiful cock and he knows how to use it. We should get together sometime when Simon is home, it would be fun. You've got a lovely pussy by the way."
Susan had been going over that conversation as she sat waiting for Paul, especially how she had felt when Julie had bent over and kissed her cunt when she had finished, Susan had no experience at all with other women but she had to admit that that kiss had seemed so erotic and had sent a tremor through her body.
"Come on, let me see," Paul's words dragged her back to the present.
Slowly she lifted her skirt and parted her legs. She could see the man across the river almost falling off his stool and she laughed.
"Come round here," Paul said, he had moved behind the bench.
She got up and walked around to him.
"Turn and face him," he said, "get your tits out."
"Paul!" She stared at him.
"Do it," he ordered, "get them out then bend over the bench."
"You can't do that," she said guessing what he intended.
"Just do it," he said.
She felt a surge of heat deep in her belly, the excitement of what she was about to do taking over. She undid the buttons on her top and pulled out her breasts, staring at the man across the river as she bent forward. She didn't need to be told to spread her legs, all thoughts or proprietary gone, she wanted to feel Paul's cock inside her.
She didn't have long to wait as he took hold of her hips and in one movement he was fully inside her. She gave a big sigh as his cock filled her. She heard the man across the river call out and within seconds there was a group of four of them watching and jeering as Paul fucked her hard, ramming his cock deep into her.
It didn't take long for him to cum, driving deep into her, feeling the heat of her as she came with him, her legs buckling.
The men were clapping and cheering as she collapsed down onto the bench, Paul's cum running down her thighs.
"Come on," he said, tucking his cock back into his trousers. "I've bought some sandwiches, they are in the car, then l'll take you home and you can get ready for your randy postman."
Susan wasn't sure if she could stand let alone walk, her legs felt like jelly. She managed to stand, holding the bench for support. She knew her breasts were still exposed but she daren't release her grip on the bench. Her skirt was still pulled up at the back exposing her bottom.
Paul gave her bottom a smack, "Come on, shift your arse, you don't want to be late for your date."
The men across the river were still jeering and calling her names, Paul had already started walking towards the car and she felt exposed and vulnerable as well as humiliated but her pussy was still throbbing and it took all her power of resistance not to put her hand between her legs.
She began to follow Paul, tottering on her high heels as she tried to cover her breasts. The car was parked on the road just outside the entrance to the park, she saw Paul standing by the door waiting for her. There were people walking along the pavement, many of them staring at her. She had lived in the town all her life and she was sure that some of them recognised her. She saw someone stopping to talk to Paul, he looked across at her as she approached, he said something to Paul and Paul replied. As Susan got closer she heard the other man say, "You lucky fucker, give her one for me," as he patted Paul on his back.
She heard Paul reply, "Will do mate, give me a ring and you can come round and give her one yourself."
She reached the car.
"Take your top off," Paul said.
"I c…can't, not here," she replied, holding her top tight against her.
"Take it off and put it on the seat," he ordered, "l don't want spunk stains on the upholstery."
"Please Paul," she begged.
"Fucking do it or l'll drive home and you can walk," he said.
Susan looked around, she could see people staring at her as they walked by, two young boys had stopped and were staring at her, exchanging comments and laughing.
Susan began to cry but at the same time had to clamp her thighs together to try to control the sensations in her tummy and the pulsations in her cunt. She removed her top, trying unsuccessfully to keep her breasts covered with her hands. Paul opened the door but by bending forward and laying her top on the seat it left her breasts free and swinging.
As she bent forward, Paul flipped up the back of her skirt, he heard the two boys giggling like girls. "That'll give them something to think about when they wank later," he said.
Susan didn't speak as Paul drove them half a mile to a car park. She kept her arms crossed across her chest to hide her breasts but still felt that people were staring at her. Paul parked in a quiet corner away from other vehicles, he reached over to the back seat and retrieved a bag, opening it he took out some sandwiches and two cans of drink. He offered some to his mother.
"You need to eat," he said, "you'll need your strength later if you're going to give Frank a good time."
Susan hugged herself, shivering, not with cold but with emotion.
"I can't believe you did that to me," she sobbed, "there were people who would recognise me, l'll never be able to show my face again."
"Bollocks Mum," he laughed, "give it a couple of days and you can walk into any pub in town and they will be queueing up to buy you a drink in exchange for a blow job or a knee trembler up against the wall, believe me Mum, you'll thank me when you've got more cock than you can handle."
"B…b…but…"
"No buts Mum," he said, "you can complain all you like but you have to admit it gave you a thrill showing your tits to those lads and you came as soon as l got my cock in you. You just need to relax and enjoy it Mum, open your mind, there is a world of sex to enjoy."
"I think l've experienced enough for the time being," she said, finally accepting the sandwiches and taking a drink from the can.
"Rubbish Mum, you've only just started," he replied. "When l come home next weekend l'll take you dogging, you'll love it."
"Dogging!" She stared at him wide eyed, "what do you mean?"
"Not what you're thinking," he laughed, "at least not yet. Surely you've heard of dogging Mum."
"Well excuse my ignorance," she huffed, "this whole situation is new to me."
"It's like this Mum," he said, "l take you out to a quiet spot in the country and strangers come to the car, some just want to feel your tits or finger your cunt, most will either want to wank onto your tits or onto your face, some will want a blow job and the odd one may want to fuck you."
"You mean complete strangers?" She said.
"Yes, well obviously there are some who are regulars so l'll know them."
"Do you take your other women there?"
"Yeah most of them," he said, "in fact l took Julie there last Saturday. You never know how many punters will turn up but the place l go is well known so there is usually a few there, Julie had three last week it was a bit quiet because there was a football match on tv."
Susan stared at him.
"Oh come on Mum, you'll love it," he laughed, "plenty of cock and no complications, you know you enjoy showing yourself off. Be honest Mum, when you were waiting for me, l bet you were tempted to flash your cunt to that chap across the river."
Susan blushed bright red.
"I knew it," he laughed.
"I'd just come away from probably the most surreal experience of my life, lying there naked and letting another woman remove my pubic hair, then to have her kiss my pussy when she finished, my mind was all over the place.
"Yeah well Julie loves the taste of a nice cunt, l'll let her have a session with you soon, have you ever done it with another woman?"
"No l have not," his mother replied.
"Well that's just something else for you to experience," he laughed. "Come on, eat up, you need to get cleaned up and ready for Frank, don't forget, he said he's fancied you for years so make sure you give him a good time, he'll probably be quite conservative, probably want his cock sucked and a straight fuck but you need to show some enthusiasm and make it special for him so he'll want to come back for more."
Susan was silent on the journey home and when she went up for a shower. She lingered in the shower, enjoying the warmth and security of the cascading water as she reorganised her brain. The truth was that she had never enjoyed sex with her husband, those erotic passages in books or scenes in films were a thousand miles away from her experiences. Her only orgasms had been by her own manipulation of her clitoris and they had hardly been mind blowing. It seemed that everything Paul did to her or with her culminated in an earth shattering orgasm. She felt totally washed out after less than twenty four hours of this new relationship.
She thought about the future….what sort of future would it be? Certainly it was going to involve Paul allowing her to be used sexually by one or more other men, possibly in groups. She felt a shudder flow through her body at the thought. He had hinted at her having sex with another woman….another shudder….her hand went between her legs.
She shook her head…."What are you doing?" She asked herself, "just thinking of how he intends to use you is setting you off again."… There was no escape, she didn't want an escape. Baring her breasts to those men, then being fucked by her son in front of them had been the most exciting experience of her life. She felt her cunt flooding remembering the looks she had got from people she walked past on the way to the car, the lust in the eyes of husbands, the hatred in the eyes of their wives. "Those men wanted you Susan," she told herself, "they wanted to use you to satisfy their base animal instinct."
She had to lean against the wall, sliding slowly to the floor of the shower as her orgasm flowed through her body.
When Susan walked into her bedroom Paul was there. She walked up to him, confident that she was completely in control of her emotions and clearly aware of the decision she had made. She stood in front of him, put her hands up to frame his face and kissed him.
"I'm sorry if l doubted you," she whispered, "l know now that l want this, l'm yours my darling, do with me whatever you please, take me to paradise."
"I knew you'd come round in the end," he smiled, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, feeling her sink against him in response, her hand going to the front of his trousers. "Not now you horny bitch," he laughed, pushing her hand away, your first punter will be here soon, bend over the bed and let me prepare you just in case he wants something different."
Susan had no idea what her son was referring to but now understood that everything he did ended up in her being pleasured. She bent forward, supporting herself with the bed and spread her legs expecting to be fucked.
She let out a shocked sigh as something cold was applied to her bottom.
"He may not want to fuck your arsehole," Paul said as he smeared the cold ointment between her buttocks and around her anus, "but if he watches a lot of porn all the girls on there take it up their bum these days so he may want to try it, if he asks to fuck you there, what do you say?"
"Yes siiiiiirrr," she sighed as his finger slid inside her anus.
"Good," he said as her slipped another finger in, working the cream into her orifice. "I'll tell him you're an arse virgin but that might result in him wanting it so you have to be ready."
"Will it hurt?"
"Not too much if l grease you well," he said, "of course it all depends how rough he wants to be, very often it becomes a bit of a power trip if he knows he's hurting you with his cock but you just have to take it, you will learn that pain can be an erotic experience." He jabbed another finger into her anal passage, Susan let out a cry at the increased invasion. "Your body is for the pleasure of men," he said, "enjoy it and the pleasure will be yours as well."
"You make it all sound so easy and exciting," she said as his fingers slipped from her bum hole, "l do want it, honestly l do, it's just all so new to me, l feel like Pandora opening a box of sex and not knowing where it will lead."
"It will lead to a life of fun Mum," he said, "believe me, men will queue up to fuck you, you're the perfect fantasy woman."
"You don't think l'm too old?"
"Rubbish," he laughed, "there are loads of men out there married to boring women who dream of having a slut like you for a wife."
"You know," she said, "when you call me that word it makes me feel gooey inside, l know l should be offended but it just adds to the excitement."
"Right we'll it's time for you to be a slut," he said, "l want you to put these clothes on for Frank." He indicated a pile of clothes on a chair. "I bought them at the sex shop in town, Frank remembers you from school so l thought you could be his fantasy schoolgirl."
"Really," she giggled, picking up a bra and blouse from the chair. "But these are far too small for me."
"Yes well l want you to be bursting out of them, and be ready because l'm going to tell him he can do what he likes with you, l'm sure he's had fantasies over the years, l want you to make it special for him, be the fantasy slut he has thought about in his dreams."
First she put on the garter belt and fishnet stockings, followed by the frilly panties with a split crotch. Susan giggled uncontrollably as Paul helped her stuff her breasts into the bra which was several sizes too small, they overflowed out of it. The blouse would only just do up, the buttons threatening to burst off as she did them up over her tits. Lastly came the school tie and a microscopically short, flared skirt which barely covered her cunt.
"I look ridiculous," she laughed.
"I bet he won't think that," Paul replied.
"I do feel sexy though," she walked over to him, "you wouldn't care to sample the goods before he gets here would you," she said, rubbing her hand against the front of his trousers, feeling the hardness of him.
He kissed her. "You're doing great Mum," he said, "you're a perfect slut. Now do your make-up, not too tarty, put your shoes on and come down stairs, l can't imagine he will be long."
Paul was waiting in the lounge when she walked in, tottering on the impossible heels he'd bought.
"These shoes will cripple me," she laughed.
Almost immediately the doorbell sounded.
Paul stepped up to her. Her nipples were rock hard and showing well through the material. He pinched both of them hard, saw the pain flash across her face. "Be a good slut and we will have some fun later," he said.
He opened the front door to a very nervous looking Frank. Frank looked around furtively before entering.
Paul could see the bulge in the front of Frank's trousers. "She's in there," he said, indicating the door to the lounge.
"I can't believe this is real," Frank replied, "there has to be a catch."
"No catch l promise you," Paul replied, "your schoolgirl fantasy is in there, do what you like with her and l mean that, anything at all that you have dreamt about doing to her you can, she wants it…help yourself, l'll leave you to it, just give her a good fucking."
Paul went upstairs as Frank walked towards the lounge. As he entered and saw Susan standing there, his breath was taken away.
"What do you think?" She giggled, turning her back to him and bending forward with her legs parted then turning back to face him. "Do you think they would let me in school like this, l think l would get raped, that would be fun."
It was almost too much for him, he just stared at her open mouthed.
"What do you want to do to me first Frank," she said, stepping up to him and taking hold of the belt at the top of his trousers with one hand, her other hand resting on the bulge. "Do you want to fuck me straight away or would you like me to suck you off. Paul taught me that if l suck you off first you will be able to fuck me longer and harder, that's how l like it."
Frank was transfixed as she dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands undoing his belt.
"I'm n..not very big," he said nervously.
"Oh you men are so silly," she laughed as she undid his trousers and pulled them down, her face level with the bulge in his underpants. "It doesn't matter how big you are," she said, "sluts like me just want cock."
She pulled down his underpants and his cock sprang free. He was in fact about half the size of Paul and Susan had to disguise her disappointment. "He's beautiful," she said, bending forward and kissing the head as she slid back his foreskin.
"I've never had that before, you know, with your mouth," he said.
"You mean you've never had your cock sucked?" She replied, "what about your wife?"
"I did ask her once but she threatened to cut it off if l ever tried to put it in her mouth," he said.
"That's terrible," she said, "she deserves a good spanking. I like to be spanked, you can do that later if you like."
"Oh Jesus!" He sighed, "l can't believe this is happening."
"Believe this," she said as she took him into her mouth, sliding her lips over the head and down the shaft until her face was pressed against his belly.
Frank had never experienced anything like it. He fought with himself to control what was happening but it was useless. Within seconds he was pumping his seed into her mouth. He cried out. "Oh god! Oh god! I can't stop it."
Susan had felt the surge coming, she pulled back slightly as the first jet of hot cum hit the back of her throat. She felt him lean into her as she swallowed and sucked, determined to take every drop.
It was over as quick as it started, Susan took the last dregs of his cum then sat back on her haunches, smiling up at him.
"I'm so sorry," he said, "l couldn't help it, l was so looking forward to it, l knew this would happen, l was almost cumming standing outside your front door."
"Don't worry," she smiled, "l expected you to cum quickly the first time, you needed to get rid of that first load, now, when you fuck me you'll last longer and you can fuck me harder. Sit on the sofa and let me take your trousers and pants off."
Frank did as she suggested.
"Now sit there and let me get out of this ridiculous costume, what's left of it." She looked down to see that the buttons had already given up and popped off her blouse, her left tit had also escaped over her bra. She removed her blouse and bra, then her skirt. "Shall l keep the panties on, the crotch is open so you can get to my pussy, or do you want me naked?"
Frank didn't know what to say, this was even better than he had hoped.
"You have no idea how long l've wanted you," he said finally, "l couldn't believe it when you married Frank, neither could my mates, they heard you were marrying a Frank and assumed it was me, they were all congratulating me."
"Yes we'll it turned out to be the wrong choice," she said, "he was so charming to begin with but he quickly turned into an arsehole, the only good thing he did was give me Paul."
"I started drinking heavily then," he said, "that was how l ended up with that miserable cow l married, l was drunk and met her in a pub, took her out the car park and fucked her over the back of a car. Six weeks later she told me she was pregnant, twin girls, both as fat, ugly and miserable as their mother. I managed to get a job as a postman, l knew where you lived, then ten years ago l heard this round was coming up so l put in for it, all l had to look forward to was getting a brief look at you now and again."
"I bet you were hoping to see me naked," she laughed, "well now you can, anytime you want."
"I saw you in your underwear once through a gap in the curtains."
"Did you go home and wank?"
He went bright red and Susan laughed.
She took off her panties. "There," she said, "now you've seen everything."
His eyes went directly to her pubis.
"Yes, l had it all done this morning, Paul doesn't like body hair, he had all his removed."
"Doesn't it bother you," Frank said, "l mean, him being your son?"
"We only started yesterday," she giggled, "it seems like light years away so much has happened. To be honest Frank l don't care, he has a massive cock and he gives me huge orgasms, he's not a child, we're both consenting adults, does it bother you?"
"Not really," he said, "l have to admit l used to wank off imagining l was fucking my mother when l was a kid, not that it ever happened."
"It's so wonderful having his cock inside me Frank," she said, "l can see you find me talking about it exciting."
Frank coloured up again, realising he had been stroking his cock while talking to her and that his erection was returning.
"Do you watch porn Frank?" She asked.
He hesitated then nodded. "Not the illegal stuff."
"What do you like to watch, is it young girls?"
"No not often," he said, "l usually look for older women."
"Do you ever imagine that it's me doing those things?" As she spoke she began playing with her tits, pulling her nipples.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be," she said, "what do you like to pretend l'm doing, is it rough sex, l like rough sex."
Frank began stroking his cock as he watched her swaying before him, his eyes fixed on her tits.
"Would you like to be rough with me Frank."
She could see the strain on his face. She knew he wanted to say things but was holding back. She stepped forward, knelt on the sofa straddling him. She reached under and held his cock, guiding it into her cunt then slowly lowered herself onto him. "There," she said, "does that feel good."
"You're amazing," was all he could say as he felt the burning heat inside her cunt.
"Do you like my tits," she said, holding them in front of his face.
"They're beautiful," he replied.
"Hold them," she said.
He put his hands on her tits.
"Pinch my nipples….pinch them hard….that's it….harder…..harder….squeeze them and twist them….yes…..yes….harder….harder...mmmmmmmm." She felt the release as she came, hot juices flowing down her body.
Frank couldn't believe what he was doing, he squeezed her nipples harder and harder. As she kept telling him to do it harder the mist came over him, he squeezed and twisted her nipples. Suddenly he wanted to hurt her, he could see how the pain was distorting her face but still she begged for more. He could feel her cunt contracting on his cock, then, when she came it was like a waterfall of hot liquid pouring over his cock and balls. He released her nipples, they were white with the pressure he'd applied. He watched as they slowly filled with colour.
"Mmmm that was good Frank," she said, her body relaxing, "you should try that with your wife."
"You're joking," he said, "she would have me arrested."
"What about your daughters Frank, have you ever wanted to fuck them."
She saw the expression on his face.
"You have haven't you," she giggled, "what have you done with them?"
"Oh l've never touched them," he said, "but that doesn't mean l haven't wanted to. When they were teenagers l used to fantasise that l would go into their bedroom and do all sorts of perverted stuff to them just to punish their mother."
"Mmmm, that sounds sexy," she said, squirming on his cock. "What like."
"Like forcing them, making them suck my cock. Once l saw some porn where a father was supposed to be forcing his daughter to take his cock in her bum, she was crying and he was smacking her bottom as he fucked her hard. When he came, he took his cock out and made her lick and suck it clean."
Susan could feel her tummy churning as he was talking, could feel him getting harder inside her.
"Would you like to do that to me?" She said.
He looked at her.
"You can if you like," she said, "l'm yours to use as you wish, anything you want you can do."
"I can't believe this," he said, "it has to be a dream."
"I'll be your daughter if you like," she giggled, "l'll lie on the sofa, pretending to be asleep, you've just come into my bedroom, you've had a blazing argument with your wife, you're angry and you see your daughter lying there naked, you want to take your anger out on her, you want to humiliate her, she's fat, ugly and miserable just like your wife, don't hold back Frank, do it to her."
"But l don't want to hurt you," he said, "l've never done that to a woman, have you done it before?"
"Not properly," she said, "Paul has put a couple of fingers inside me, but he greased my bum hole before you came in case you wanted to fuck me there. Go on Frank, let's play a game, it will be fun only you have to make it feel real, do things to me that you would like to do to your daughter."
The way Susan was talking was driving him crazy, his cock was so hard, her cunt was red hot, flexing and squeezing his cock.
She saw the decision in his face. Slowly she climbed off him. "You go over by the door as if you've just come in," she said, "you find me lying naked on the sofa, on my tummy, my big fat bottom, my legs parted. The last time she spoke to you she told you to 'Fuck off', you need to teach her a lesson, you need to show her you are the boss. You have to hurt her, humiliate her, just like in those porn movies."
Frank did as she'd said. He went over to the door. When he turned round, Susan was already lying on the sofa, pretending to be asleep. She had placed a cushion under her tummy so her bottom was raised, her thighs parted. He could see her cunt and her puckered anus. He held his cock, he could feel it pulsating. His head was banging. He could imagine his daughter like that, god he hated both of them, he would teach this one a lesson then do the same to the other one later.
He went over to her, knelt astride her on the sofa. Susan stirred as if she was still asleep. He placed his cock against her anus, he was still slick, coated with the juices from inside Susan's cunt. He pressed his cock against her anus.
"Ugh! What's that," Susan pretended to wake, "what!" She looked behind. "Daddy, what are you doing, get off me, what do you think you're doing, l'll tell Mum, get off me."
"Shut up," he said, reaching over and putting his hand over her mouth. He pressed his cock harder against her anus, feeling it giving way. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you fat cunt," he said.
Susan shook his hand away. "Fuck off Dad," she said, "don't you dare do that to me, l'll scream."
Frank put his hand over her mouth again and with one lunge he was inside her.
Susan pretended to try and scream as she felt his cock invade her bottom.
"You're a fat ugly cunt, just like your mother," he said as he drove his cock into her arsehole. "You should treat me with respect, l'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
"Daddy, please," Susan said, freeing her mouth again. Despite the play acting, she felt her body responding to the feel of his cock in her bum hole. It wasn't like the feeling of a cock in her cunt, it was a weird sensation but she found her body responding. She tried to concentrate, to keep up the act.
"Daddy stop it," she said, "stop it now…please. If you stop now l won't tell Mum l promise."
"You fat cunt," Frank said. By now he was totally immersed in the roll. As far as he was concerned it was his daughter beneath him and he was letting all his frustrations come out. He reached under her, grabbing her tits, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he humped into her arsehole.
"Daddy please, you're hurting me, you're in my bottom Daddy, it hurts…please stop."
It was too much for Frank, he couldn't hold back any longer. With one final thrust he was deep in her belly as his cock erupted.
Susan felt her own orgasm matching his, it was different from the orgasm she had in her cunt, this was deeper in her body, she felt the heat of his cum inside her.
"Oh Daddy," she said, sobbing. "Daddy that is so wrong, you raped me Daddy."
"You got what you deserved you fat cunt," he said, collapsing on top of her, his cock still pumping inside her. He could feel her flexing, squeezing his cock, milking him with her arsehole. "You liked that didn't you," he said, "l can feel you milking me you fat slut."
"Oh Daddy please," she said, "l'm so ashamed…what have you done to me…why me…why not my sister….oh Daddy."
"She's next," he said, pulling his cock out. He knelt over her, cum still dripping from his cock and landing on her buttocks. He climbed off the sofa, moving around so that his cock was next to her face. He took hold of her hair, lifting her head. "Suck it," he said, pushing his cock against her lips.
Susan clamped her lips shut, pretending to fight against him.
"Fucking suck it you cunt," he said, releasing her hair and giving her bottom a hard slap.
"Yeow!" She cried, "that hurt Daddy."
"Suck it," he said, slapping her again, "suck my cock and taste your arsehole you fat cunt."
Susan opened her mouth and allowed him to slide his cock inside. She sucked him in deep, excitement coursing through her own body, she was in a different world as well. She heard Frank groan and felt his cock pulsate, she tasted his cum as the last of his cum oozed into her mouth.
It took a few moments for them both to recover. Frank was lying on the floor, Susan still on the sofa. He looked up and saw her smiling down at him.
"Was it good?" She said.
"I can't believe l did that," he said, "l was in a different zone, my god l'm sorry, did l hurt you?"
"Don't be silly," she said, "it was fun, l've never been raped before, now l know how it feels."
"Oh god Susan," he said, "l'm so sorry."
"Shush," she replied, "as long as you enjoyed it, that's all l want, l wanted it to be good for you."
"But that's not me," he said, "l'm not like that, l could never do anything like that for real."
"It's just a fantasy," she smiled.
"You were so tight, was it really your first time?"
"Yes," she said. "Paul made sure l was well lubricated, but yes, l've never been fucked there before."
"Will you do it with Paul?"
"Oh l don't know," she laughed, "his cock is massive, l'll need some practice before l can take him."
"You're amazing, you know that?" He said, "l should have married you years ago." He glanced at his wristwatch, "shit!" He said, "l had better go or the miserable cunt will be sending out search parties."
He began to replace his clothes.
"I hope you are satisfied," she giggled.
"I still think l'm going to wake up in a minute and find it was all a fantastic dream," he said, "can we meet again sometime?"
"We'll l'm sure we will," she laughed, "after all you deliver my post every day, perhaps you could come in for a quickie now and again, l'll try to wear something sexy when l answer the door, or would you prefer me naked?"
"Fucking hell Sue," he replied as he finished dressing, "l think l'd better rearrange my round to put you at the end otherwise no-one else will get their post."
"Go on with you," she laughed, walking with him to the front door. She opened the door, making sure that she was screened from the road. "Thank you for a lovely fuck," she said, kissing his cheek.
Frank just shook his head. "Fucking amazing," he said as he walked out of the door.
Susan closed the door and turned to see Paul coming down the stairs.
"You were fantastic," he said, "even better than l'd hoped."
"How do you know?" She asked, "l thought you were going to join us."
"I was watching you upstairs on my computer," he replied.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
He took hold of her hand and took her into the lounge. He pointed out two tiny cctv cameras, one next to the tv, the other on the sideboard. "I bought them when l was in town," he said, "and set them up when you were getting ready. The picture quality and sound is brilliant, l'll let you see later."
"You naughty boy," she laughed.
"I'm going to edit it and put it on one of the porn websites," he said, "don't worry, l'll pixilate your faces. Now go upstairs and get cleaned up, put on a nice dress, nothing too tarty, l'm going to take you out for a meal."
"Yes sir," she giggled, turning towards the door. She gave a squeal when he smacked her bottom hard, then giggled as she carried on.
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