บท 97: Lost but Lucky in a Whorehouse
byMotherandSonTrueConfessions©
The sexy incestuous games that mother and son play.
Mathew confessed to his college roommate, Tommy, that he had sex with his big sister, sexually referred to as, hot Heather. Returning the sexual favor of his incestuous desires, Tommy confessed to Mathew that he's sexually attracted to his mother, Carol. The next step to having incestuous sex, he also told Tommy about the sexy games of exhibitionism and voyeurism that mother and son played.
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This is a true story as told to me by Tommy when he was lost in a rainstorm while driving from a small college in Massachusetts to his home in Pennsylvania.
"Dude, wait! Where are you going? You can't leave now. Don't leave now. Please, don't go. Our last weekend at college, I paid for two strippers to give us a striptease show and a little something extra, if you know what I mean," said Mathew, Tommy's dormitory roommate. "It was going to be a surprise. I wanted to surprise you when they showed up at our door."
Tommy looked at Mathew as if he was nuts.
"Strippers? A little something extra? Are you kidding me? Are you nuts? I don't want to see women degrade themselves for dollar bills. I've never been to a striptease show. I've never been with a prostitute and am not going to start having sex with whores now. The last thing I want is to get a sexually transmitted disease," said Tommy with a haughty attitude.
Obviously, knowing Tommy better than he thought he did, Mathew made a face and laughed out load.
"Are you afraid you're going to give your mother an STD?" He moved his hand up and down as if he was masturbating himself. "When you thought I was sleeping, I heard you masturbating over imagining your mother naked and having sex with her," said Mathew with a loud and dirty laugh. "She must be some piece of ass to pass up two, sexy strippers who are willing whores and who are ready to do sexually anything."
Unaware that his roommate caught him masturbating over imagining his mother naked and having sex with her, Tommy turned red with embarrassment.
"Okay, so what? I admit it," said Tommy. "I masturbate over my mother, Carol, what's the big deal? She's a real MILF. If you had a mother who looked like her, you'd be masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with her, too. Besides, at one time or another, no matter what their mothers' look like, everyone masturbates over imagining their mothers naked and having sex with them."
Mathew gave his roommate a look of superiority.
"I don't. I've never imagined my mother naked and having sex with her. I've never masturbated over my mother," said Mathew with a better than thou shrug. "That's just gross. That's perverted. That's incest."
Tommy laughed.
"That's because your mother is short, fat, and ugly. I've seen your mother," said Tommy. "The only thing she has going for her are her gigantic breasts. How big are those things anyway? Your mother has monster tits. And, be honest. Tell me. I really want to know. Did you ever see your mother topless? Did you ever see her naked tits? Having never seen breasts as big, I'd pay to see her naked tits," said Tommy returning Mathew's dirty laugh with his dirty laugh.
Mathew gave his roommate an embarrassed smile while nodding his head.
"I've seen her bra. My Mom takes a size 44 double D breasts. I saw them once when she didn't know I was home and she was skinny dipping with my Dad in the pool. Her giant breasts sag down to her waist and her huge nipples point down instead of up," he said. "Yet, I freely admit that I've masturbated over imagining my sexy sister naked and having sex with her," said Matt. "She's a real, sexy bitch. She's such a hot whore. I'd love to fuck my sister."
# # #
Tommy looked at his roommate with sexually excited curiosity.
"I don't blame you. I've seen photos of your sister. Heather is hot. I'd do her," said Tommy with another dirty laugh. "With her big tits, she takes after your mother. What size are her tits? They're huge. I'd love to have her hanging her tits over my face while fucking her. I'd love to fondle her big, naked breasts and finger her erect nipples while she sucked my cock. I'd love to cum in Heather's pretty mouth," said Tommy with sexual excitement.
Mathew smiled with pride.
"Hey, that's my big sister, you're talking about," he said with a laugh. "Her breasts are a 34 double D. I've seen her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked plenty of times. She's always teasing me by deliberately flashing me while making her flashes appear accidental," said Mathew. "She's such a cock teasing whore. If she was drunk enough, she'd suck your cock. She'd fuck you, too. She's always saying how good-looking you are."
He looked at his friend with sexually excited curiosity again.
"Since you admitted to seeing your sister in her bra and panties, topless, and naked plenty of times, have you ever had sex with your sister," asked Tommy? "Be honest. Tell me the truth. Have you ever had sex with her? If she was my sister, I'd have sex with her if I could."
Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, Mathew nodded his head with a shit eating grin.
"One time, she came home drunk and vulnerable after breaking up with her boyfriend. She sat across from me with her blouse unbuttoned, her legs spread wide open, and her skirt hiked up to her crotch. When I wasn't staring at her bra and cleavage, I stared at her panties, her pussy slit, and her camel toe. Our parents were away for the weekend and we sat talking and drinking. Then, when she finally slumped over sleeping, I carried her to bed," said Mathew with a wink and a sexy smile.
Tommy looked at his roommate with curiosity mixed with sexual excitement.
"Then what happen," asked Tommy? "Did you touch her and feel her through her clothes?"
Mathew looked at Tommy as if having second thoughts about what he was going to say next.
"With shaking hands and a huge erection growing in my pants, I undressed my sister. While she was passed out sleeping, I slowly stripped her naked on the pretense of putting on her nightgown. I removed her blouse, her low-cut bra, her short skirt, and her bikini panties while touching and feeling her everywhere. I fondled her big, naked breasts with one hand and sucked and fingered her erect nipples while I rubbed her clit and fingerfucked her pussy with my other hand," said Mathew. "While watching her wiggle with sexual pleasure in her sleep, I masturbated my sexy, older sister."
Obviously, envious of him, Tommy stared at his friend with sexual excitement.
"Truly, you are a lucky bastard. Not only did you see your mother topless but also, you've seen your sister plenty of times in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. If that's not enough, you've stripped Heather naked, and touched and felt her everywhere while masturbating her. Wow! If I had a sister who looked like your sister and if she was as drunk and as sexually vulnerable as your sister was, I would have done the same," said Tommy nodding his head.
# # #
Encouraged by Tommy saying that he would have done the same, sexual things if he had a sister who was as hot and as sexy as Heather, Mathew continued with his incestuous confession about having sex with his hot sister.
"Obviously, I sexually aroused her by stripping her naked, touching and feeling her everywhere, and masturbating her because, when she abruptly awakened, she returned the sexual favor. She groped my cock through my pants," said Mathew. "Then, she unzipped me and removed my prick from my pants. She stared down at my naked dick before she wrapped her fingers around my cock and started stroking me."
Tommy looked at him with disbelief.
"Seriously? I don't believe you. Heather gave you a hand job? No way. I can't believe your sister gave you a hand job. You're such a lucky bastard," said Tommy. "I'd do anything for her to stroke my cock."
Mathew smiled again with pride.
"That's not all she did," he said pausing for sexual effect. "Once I was hard, she leaned down and took me in her mouth. My sexy, SILF of a sister sucked me. Perhaps, missing her boyfriend or drunk enough to think that I was him, Heather sucked my cock. While I fondled her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples, she not only sucked my cock but also, she allowed to cum in her mouth," said Mathew.
Tommy looked at his friend in with shocked, sexual excitement.
"Wow, I can't believe your sister blew you. She's so beautiful. She's so sexy. I would have loved to have Heather suck my cock," he said. "I would have love to cum in your sister's mouth while fondling her naked breasts, fingering her erect nipples, and masturbating her."
Mathew nodded his head.
"My sister is an amazing cocksucker. I couldn't believe it when she allowed me to cum in her mouth and swallowed my cum. I was so sexually excited that she was sucking my cock that after cumming in her mouth, when she pulled my prick from her mouth, I ejaculated again. I gave my sister a huge cum bath. I shot my second load all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked tits. She was covered in my cum."
Tommy looked at Mathew while fingering his prick through his pants.
"I can't believe your sexy sister sucked you. I can't believe she allowed you to cum in her mouth. I can't believe she swallowed your cum and then allowed you to give her a cum bath," said Tommy. "Wow! I would do anything, anything for your sister to blow me, to allow me to cum in her mouth, to swallow my cum, and then to allow me to give her a cum bath," said Tommy with sexual excitement.
Mathew nodded his head before finishing his story.
"With her always sexually teasing me and flashing me while making her flashes appear unintentional and/or accidental, I left my sister there soundly sleeping naked. Not only didn't I bother putting on her nightgown but also, I didn't even cover her naked body with a sheet or a blanket. Instead, I left her bedroom door wide open with her lying naked on her bed," he said. "Knowing they'd be seeing her lying there naked, I even invited a couple of my friends over for a beer."
Tommy laughed.
"I wished I was sleeping over your house," he said with a dirty laugh. "I would have love to have seen your sister's naked, cum covered body."
Mathew laughed, too.
"I didn't even bother to clean her face. I left gobs of my cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts to prove to my friends that I had incestuous sex with my drunken, hot sister. I not only wanted her and my friends to know that I saw my sister naked but also, I wanted her to know that she blew me," said Mathew. "I wanted her to know that I gave her a cum bath. I wanted her to know that she's as big of an incestuous whore as I'm an incestuous pervert."
# # #
Now that his roommate confessed having sex with his sister, Tommy was ready to tell his incestuous story about his mother. Having never told anyone about the sexual attraction that he had for his mother; he was nervous to confide in Mathew. Yet, his incestuous connection was mild in comparison to Mathew having forbidden sex with his sexy sister. While wishing she had, in the way that Heather blew her brother, Tommy wished his mother had blown him. His mother had never sucked his prick.
"The night before I left for college, my mother deliberately flashed me. With her just getting out of the shower, I saw my mother naked when she removed her robe and dressed with her bedroom door wide open," said Tommy. "Never having seen as much as her bra strap before, with her always so modestly moral and always wearing a robe over her nightgowns, I've never saw anything of my mother until that fateful night. Shocked as much as I was sexually excited, I stood in front of her bedroom door while watching her blow dry her hair naked."
Mathew stared at his friend with sexual interest.
"Tell me more," he said. "I want to know what happened between you and your MILF of a mother."
Tommy gave him a sexy smile.
"As I said, my mother was naked. I couldn't believe that I was seeing my MILF of a mother naked. Unable to move when I saw my mother in her bedroom naked, I stared at her round, naked ass. I stared at her C cup, naked breasts," said Tommy. "Then, when she turned to face me and confront me, I stared at her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy, and at her naked breasts, her areolas, and erect nipples. As if deer caught in headlights, we stood there staring at one another for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds."
Reliving the vision of seeing his mother naked, Tommy was suddenly horny and missing his mother.
# # #
"Tommy," she said seeing me standing there staring. Unembarrassed and unashamed, she gave me a look of sexual arousal as if telling me that she had deliberately exposed herself to me. "I'm getting dressed," she said while making no attempt to cover her nakedness with her hands or with her towel.
Mathew fingered the head of his growing erection through his pants.
"I've seen your mother. She's hot," said Mathew. "I'd love to see her naked. In the way that you'd do my sister if you could, I'd definitely do your mother."
Taking what Mathew said as a compliment, Tommy nodded his head in agreement.
"Then, after I had a long look at my mother's naked body, she walked to her bedroom door, paused as if waiting for me to touch her and feel her, and closed her bedroom door. With her just a few feet away from me, I was so tempted to grab her, touch her, and feel her everywhere," said Tommy. "I was so tempted to push her back on her bed and fuck her. I so wanted to fuck my mother. I so wanted to have sex with her naked body."
He looked at his friend as if he was having second thoughts about saying what he was going to say next.
"Then, when I returned to my room to masturbate over all that I saw of my mother, something that I didn't expect her to do, she burst open my bedroom door without knocking. Obviously, she heard me calling her name loud enough and sexually excited enough. Carol, I want you. I need to make love to you. Fuck me, Mother. Suck my cock, Carol. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," I said while stroking my cock. Obviously, for my mother to invade my privacy, I had sexually aroused her," said Tommy.
Mathew looked at his roommate with stunned, sexual excitement.
"I would love for your mother to catch me masturbating myself," said Mathew. "I would love to show your mother my naked, erect prick."
Tommy smiled his sexual excitement at the thought of his roommate exposing his naked cock to his mother.
"With my eyes closed while wearing my headphones listening to mother and son porn, she saw me stroking my erect prick while masturbating over the imagined naked image of her. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw her. In the way that I stared at her naked body, she stared at my naked prick while watching me cum," said Tommy. "With neither of us embarrassed or ashamed, my mother watched me shoot a huge load of cum all over my chest and stomach."
Mathew looked at Tommy while fingering the head of his growing erection through his pants again.
"Wow," he said. "I wish I could have seen your mother naked. She's hot. I'd love to masturbate in front of your mother. I'd love to cum for your mother. I'd love for her to watch me cum."
Tommy grabbed his bag to carry it downstairs and out to his car.
"Now, you know why I'm in a hurry to get home. Now that we saw one another naked, and now that we both know that we have a sexual attraction to one another, I'm curious to see what will happen next. Maybe, in the way that your sister sucked you, my mother will suck me. With my Dad no longer part of my mother's life, maybe, she'll allow me to fuck her," said Tommy. "I'd love for my mother to blow me. I'd love to have incestuous sex with my mother."
# # #
Tommy was in a hurry to get home to his mother, Carol. Unable to remove the naked image of her sexy, naked body from his horny mind, he continued seeing flashes of his mother's naked tits, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. He couldn't wait to get home to see if she was as happy to see him as much as he'd be happy to see her.
He couldn't help but wonder if his mother would continue to dress with her bedroom door open while he watched. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd watch him masturbating himself over her again. He'd love for her return the sexual favor by allowing him to watch her masturbating over him.
Maybe, instead of watching him masturbate, she'd masturbate him. Maybe, in the way that Mathew's sister, Heather, sucked her brother's cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth, Tommy's mother would suck her son's prick and allow him to cum in her mouth. Maybe, in the way that Mathew gave his sexy sister a cum bath, Tommy's mother would allow him to give her a cum bath, too.
Caught in a storm, Tommy is lost somewhere in the Pennsylvania State Forest in North, Central Pennsylvania. Instead of finding refuge, he finds a haunted hotel. Instead of hurrying home to his MILF of a mother, he parties with 20 whores and their madam.
Continued from Chapter 1:
Tommy was in a hurry to get home to his mother, Carol. Unable to remove the naked image of her sexy, shapely, and oh so naked body from his horny mind, he continued seeing flashes of his naked mother. He kept seeing flashes of his mother's naked tits, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. He couldn't wait to get home to see if she was as happy to see him as much as he'd be happy to see her.
'Mom, I'm so happy to see you,' he imagined saying while hugging his mother.
He imagined sliding a slow hand down to feel and squeeze her ass through her short skirt and panties before imagining feeling the side of her C cup breast through her blouse and bra with his horny hand. While wishing she would, he imagined his mother kissing him, French kissing him, while feeling his growing erection through his pants. Then, showing him how happy she was to see him after he was away at college for so long, she surprised him when she moved to her knees, unzipped him, pulled out his prick, and took him in her mouth.
'My mother is blowing me,' he thought while imagining his sexual fantasy coming true with his homecoming reunion with his mother. 'I can't believe she's stroking my cock and sucking my cock while staring up at me with her big, blue eyes,' he thought while masturbating over the imagined image of his mother giving him a blowjob.
# # #
Scratching his head while wondering why she'd undress with her bedroom door wide-open before he left, she must have known that he was there watching. She must have known that he was staring at all that he could see of his naked mother. How could she not know? Ever since he left her to complete his last year of college, he wondered what she would have done if he had stepped inside of her bedroom. He wondered what she would have done if he touched and felt her in all the places that he should never touch and feel his mother.
Now, once he graduated college and returned home for good, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother would continue to dress and undress with her bedroom door wide-open while he watched. In the way that she had already watched him cum, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd watch him masturbate himself again over the imagined thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. He'd love for her return the incestuous, sexual favor by allowing him to watch her masturbating over him.
He'd love to watch her fingerfucking her pussy and rubbing her clit while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. In the way that he always masturbated over his mother, just once, he'd love to watch her masturbate over him. Something he only could imagine, he'd love to see her cum. He'd love to hear her cum. It would sexually excite him for him to know that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
'How hot would that be if my mother wanted to have forbidden sex with me as much as I'd love to have illicit sex with her,' thought Tommy? 'Oh, Carol, I need to have sex with you. I need to fuck you, Mother. Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth.'
Maybe, instead of watching him masturbate, she'd masturbate him. Maybe, in the way that Mathew, his roommate's sister, Heather, sucked her brother's cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth, Tommy's mother would suck her son's prick and allow him to cum in her mouth, too. Maybe, in the way that Mathew gave his sexy sister a cum bath, Tommy's mother would allow him to give her a cum bath, too. After cumming in his mother's mouth, he'd love to cum all over her pretty face, in her blonde hair, and across her naked, C cup breasts.
'Oh, Tommy, you gave Mommy quite the cum bath,' he imagined her saying while wiping his cum from her face and breasts with her fingers and then, taking her cum covered fingers in her mouth to lick them and suck them.
Chapter 2:
It was dark. It was raining. It was windy. It was foggy. Then, suddenly, a mini-monsoon, it was downpouring. It would only be a matter of time before the roads flooded. With the ground saturated with rain, and unable to support the weight of the trees, he hoped there wasn't a downed tree blocking his path up ahead. He hoped a tree didn't fall on his truck while he was blindly driving.
Driving on unfamiliar roads in the dark, it was raining very hard with dangerous foggy conditions, and with the wind trying to blow his truck off the road. Hardly able to see a thing, he would have stopped but there weren't any places to pull over. There were just soft and narrow embankments that dropped a dozen feet to the forest floor below. If he put his tire to that soft ground, if his truck didn't topple over, it would be stuck and he'd be there for the night.
The visibility was his biggest problem. Even with his wipers going at full speed and his fog lights on, his front view out his windshield wasn't much further than his headlights. The weather conditions caused him to slow his driving speed from 40 mph to 15 mph on an unlit and unfamiliar, winding, rural road during a torrential downpour. He hoped that a driver who was more familiar with the roads and driving twice as fast as him, and coming up behind him, didn't rear end him in the fog.
A blessing in disguise, at least he was off of the main highway, the truckers' road. Right behind Texas and California, Pennsylvania has the most 18-wheelers. Seemingly, every day there's a fatality involving a trucker. The last thing that he wanted to be was road kill and just another accident statistic. Now, he wished he had waited to leave for home until tomorrow. Only, not taking the time to look at the weather forecast, he was in a hurry to get home. He missed his mother.
Embarrassed that he had already admitted why he was in such a hurry to get home to his MILF of a mother to his roommate, after Mathew confessed that he had sex with his sister, he felt like such a pervert. Yet, in the way that Mathew already had sex with his sister, Tommy was yet to have sex with his mother. Constantly masturbating over imagining his mother naked and continually masturbating over imagining having sex with her, since that day when he saw her without her clothes, he was hoping to see her naked again.
Having had the time to think about her undressing with her bedroom door wide-open, he was ready to make a move on her. Now that he thought more about his mother undressing practically in front of him, instead of him reacting to it, obviously, she wanted him to see all that she showed him of her sexy and shapely body. Especially, when she walked to him naked while pausing to close her bedroom door, he kicked himself for not making a move on his mother. Now, he was ready to take the next step and hopefully have incestuous sex with her.
'What was I thinking,' he thought? 'At the very least, I should have touched and felt my mother's naked breasts while fingering her nipples. I should have taken her in my arms and kissed her, French kissed her, while feeling and squeezing her naked ass. I should have reached down and fingered her pussy. Obviously, knowing now that was what she wanted, I should have masturbated my mother.'
# # #
Now, totally lost, unbeknownst to him, he was on a desolate and seldom used side road used by firefighters to fight forest fires. Deep in the dense and dark forest, barely able to see anything, everything looked the same in this fog. With trees on both sides of him, in front of him, and behind him, he had no idea where he was and where he was going. Driving in the dark and blocking him from finding the main road, unable to see anything but trees and a few feet of the road in front of him, he was surrounded by the State Forest in North, central Pennsylvania.
Not having a clue where he was, he was in Emporium, a county with only a population 2,000, off of route 120, somewhere he had never been. Somewhere he had never even heard of, he had no idea how he got so off course and no idea how to get back on track. Moreover, in a panic, he feared that he'd run out of gas and be stranded here for the night. Having become so dependent on his GPS, not having a clue, he had no idea how to get back to the main highway.
Seemingly, this Hellish road continued forever, perhaps, all the way to Rochester, New York, and to even to Toronto. Way off course, he just wanted to get home to his mother. If he came home wet and tired, he wondered if she'd allow him to sleep with her in her bed. Something that had always been his favorite sexual fantasy to imagine and to masturbate to, he'd love to sleep with his mother in her bed. He'd love to cuddle up against her while holding her, hugging her, spooning her, and rubbing his pajama clad, erect cock against her nightgown clad, panty clad or naked ass.
While waiting for her to fall asleep, as soon as she fell asleep, taking sexual advantage of her, he imagined touching her and feeling her everywhere through her sexy nightgown. Then, taking the next step, he imagined lifting the back of her nightgown to feel her panty clad or naked ass. Not stopping there, he imagined removing his erect cock from his pajama bottoms and dry humping his mother's panty clad or naked pussy from behind. He imagined reaching around her to cup and feel her nightgown clad, nearly naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown as she slept.
'If only my mother would allow me to sleep with her, even if we didn't have sex, I'd be so happy,' he thought. 'Yet, if I did sleep with her, while she slept, I'd love to stick my erect cock in her hand and move my hips back and forth for her to give me a forced, sleeping hand job. I'd love to slowly slide my prick across her sleeping lips in hopes that she'd take me in her mouth in her sleep and give me a sleeping blowjob. I'd love to fuck my mother while she slept.'
# # #
'I had the weirdest dream, Tommy,' he imagined his mother saying the next morning. 'I dreamt that you slept with me in my bed. I dreamt that you were touching and feeling me everywhere through my nightgown before lifting the back of my nightgown to feel my naked ass,' she said staring up at him with sexual arousal. 'I dreamt that you were rubbing your naked prick against my naked ass and dry humping my naked pussy with your erect cock.'
Knowing full well that his mother wasn't dreaming, he gave her a cat that ate the canary smile.
"Maybe it was something that you ate to cause you to dream of me touching and feeling you, Mother," he imagined saying to her.
She paused with embarrassment as if rethinking what she was about to say.
"I'm embarrassed to say, but I dreamt that you stuck your cock in my hand and forced me to give you a sleeping hand job. I dreamt that you slowly slid your prick across my lips, stuck your cock in my mouth, and forced me to give you a sleeping blowjob. I dreamt that you ejaculated in my mouth. Finally, I dreamt that you fucked me. I dreamt that you fucked your mother, Tommy," he imagined her saying while giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look as if hinting that she knew that's what he did and wanted him to do that again.
He imagined reaching out to feel his mother's big tits through her nightgown while fingering her erect nipples. He imagined lifting the front of her nightgown to finger her pussy. He imagined taking her in his arms to kiss her while reaching around her to feel her naked ass.
"I had the same dream, too, Mother," he imagined saying. "Perhaps, we should make our dreams come true and have sex."
# # #
Yet, instead of playing sexy, incestuous games with his MILF of a mother, he was stuck in Emporium. Emporium means a place of trade or a commercial center. Emporium is aptly named because of it's ties to international and natural history. Here, at their courthouse, Lady Justice isn't wearing a blindfold. Usually blindfolded, her maidenly form is supposed to guarantee her impartiality which, in fact, renders a blindfold as useless as it's redundant.
An odd tidbit of information, the dynamite used to build the Panama Canal was manufactured here in Emporium, Pennsylvania. The flagstone at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was mined here. Sylvania and the introduction of radio tubes had its start in Emporium. Who knew that a little county like Emporium had such a colorful history?
With his satellite powered, GPS not working, no doubt because of electrical interference of the storm, had he been able to read the sign he just past, he would have had some semblance of a clue where in the Hell he was. Yet, heading right for it, as if it was fated to happen, he was on the road heading for a well, hidden, privately secluded, and very, illegal whorehouse. With him having never frequented a whorehouse before, he never knew there was a whorehouse in Pennsylvania.
The only whorehouses he knew of were in Las Vegas, Reno, Nevada, and possibly in Texas. Only, way out here with the population as scant as Vermont, there could be anything, moonshine stills, meth labs, or criminals hiding out. Perhaps, if he could see, if it wasn't raining and foggy, he may have even enjoyed the ride. Instead, this ride to seemingly nowhere was frightening.
# # #
Unless they were given directions to it and/or knew exactly where it was, no one would ever find Clayton House, especially the police. Built in 1827 as a hotel, two-hundred miles north of the battlegrounds of Gettysburg, it was located and operated on the private grounds of a refurbished, huge, old mansion, once owned by William Henry Harrison Clayton in 1882. Unless they're invited guests, intruders would never get by the 24-hour, electronic security and the armed guards at the front door.
Located deep in the overgrown, State Forest, even those who knew where it was and/or who found it quite by accident needed a pass code to open the front gate. Even then, the entrance inside was flagged by two, armed, burly doormen who patted down patrons for weapons. Obviously, there was something more to this than this once being a hotel. This was more than just a residential home. Definitely, this was some sort of illegal business, a drug house or an illegal gambling casino, perhaps.
Hoping there was someone there, barely able to see through the fog and the rain, even with his truck window lowered, Tommy stretched out his arm in the pouring rain to push the intercom button at the main gate. When no one answered, he pushed the intercom button again. Accustomed to the drive-through teller at the bank, he wished this box had an overhead covering to protect him from the rain. Desperate for help to find his way out of this storm and home to his sexy mother, with this his only hope, he pushed the intercom button again and again.
"Hello? Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Hello? Can you help me? I'm lost. Hello?"
Finally, he heard an unintelligible, scratchy and muffled voice that crackled over the loudspeaker as if in the far distance. Such an odd feeling, he felt as if he had stopped in front of a checkpoint at President Trump's border wall. The camera mounted on the top of the 12' iron gate turned from the road to his direction and intrusively zoomed in on his driver side truck window for a better look at him. Wondering if it was a secured, secret military site, unable to tell by the outside of the huge building, he wondered what this place was.
Perhaps because of the storm but this place was as spooky and scary as the haunted Pennhurst Asylum in Chester County, Pennsylvania. There were lots of old, abandon buildings in Pennsylvania. There were lots of terrible things that happened to people because they were mentally ill, criminally insane, or just elderly, and their family were unable to afford to care for them. Instead, put away in a mental institution and drugged for the rest of their lives, many of these people were never heard from again.
"Hello? Help! Please, someone help me. I'm lost. I have no idea where I am and where I'm going," he said staring up at the camera. For the camera to move in his direction, there must be someone inside. "Can you help me," he asked staring up at and waving to the camera? "Hello? Can you tell me where I am and how to get to the main road from here?"
While wondering again what this place was, wondering if it was a secret, secured military site, he heard a click and the gate buzzed open. As if the front gate hadn't been opened in 50-years, he watched the gate automatically and slowly part open with a loud and continual, eerie squeak. Piercing the night air as if it was an injured animal or a loud, barn owl diving and swooping down for its prey, if this building wasn't scary enough, the sound of the gate slowly squeaking open added yet another dimension of the macabre.
Stephen King could have written a story about this place, called Horror at Clayton House. As if he was given admittance to Heaven, Hell, or to the Hotel California, he was met by three scantily dressed women who stood between the armed, security guards on a brightly lit, front porch. A sexy surprise, each woman was more beautiful, sexier, and colorfully dressed than the next. Not knowing where to look, he looked from one sheer and sexy nightgown to the next. Now, his mind was filled with naked breasts, naked asses, and naked pussies.
Obviously, this was an illegal whorehouse. Eager to have a closer look at and meet these three, sexually alluring women, he parked his truck, pulled his hood over his head, and ran through the rain for the front door and to the women. Never was he as happy to see someone, especially a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette, and especially someone who looked as good and as sexy as these three, beautiful women. Never was he as happy to get out of the rain.
Eerily, he wondered if he was hallucinating and if they were a figment of his imagination. They reminded him of Greek mythological sirens sitting on a rock in Homer's Odyssey greeting the hero, Odysseus, from his long voyage home from the Trojan War. Making him feel welcomed, they all smiled at him as if they knew him, were expecting him, and were happy to see him. Happy to see them, he returned their smiles with his wide, beaming smile while staring at all that he could see of their nearly, naked bodies.
'Definitely, this is no secret, secured military site,' he thought. 'Holy Hell, look at these women. The most beautiful and sexiest women I've ever seen, these women are all drop dead gorgeous.'
If he's going to be stranded anywhere, a good place to be stranded, Tommy was happy and sexually excited to be stranded without power with 20 whores and a madam in a whorehouse.
Continued from Chapter 2:
Unless they were given directions to it and/or knew exactly where it was, no one would ever find Clayton House, especially the police. Originally built in 1827 as a hotel, two-hundred miles north of the battlegrounds of Gettysburg, the whorehouse was located and operated on the private grounds of a refurbished, huge, old mansion, once owned by William Henry Harrison Clayton in 1882. Set a mile back from the main road, unless they're invited guests, intruders would never get by the 24-hour, electronic security and the armed guards at the front door.
Turned into a whorehouse in the early sixties with the Beatles and Rolling Stones filling the night with music, dozens of men were serviced by twenty, sexy, and beautiful women. If these walls could talk, the sexy, sexual secrets they'd tell. From celebrities passing through, to powerful and influential politicians, to rich, old, white men, they were all here one time or another fucking and being sucked by promiscuous women.
The interior of the mansion was destroyed in a fire in 1969. With beds carried downstairs from upstairs and everyone sleeping during a horrific rainstorm, all were huddled together in the great room. Someone lit the fireplace to keep warm and to stave off the chill of the cold and windy night.
Twenty-three people lost their lives that night. Twenty prostitutes, their madam, and two-armed security guards died in their sleep when they failed to open the flu. A fortunate comfort to their loved ones, instead of being burned to death, they died of smoke inhalation before the flames turned their bodies to piles of smoldering ashes.
Located deep in the overgrown, State Forest of Pennsylvania, even those who knew where it was and/or those who found it quite by accident needed a pass code to open the front gate. Even then, the entrance inside was flagged by two, armed, burly doormen who patted down patrons for weapons. Obviously, there was something more to this than this once being a hotel. This was more than just a residential home. Morphed again with the times, definitely, this was some sort of illegal business, a drug house, or an illegal gambling casino, perhaps.
Tommy hoped there was someone there to give him shelter from the storm. Barely able to see through the fog and the rain, even with his truck window lowered, he leaned and stretched out his arm in the pouring rain to push the intercom button at the main gate. When no one answered, he pushed the intercom button again.
Accustomed to the drive-through teller at the bank, he wished this box had an overhead covering to protect him from the rain. Desperate for help to find his way out of this storm and home to his sexy, MILF of a mother, with this his only hope, he pushed the intercom button again and again. With the possibility of falling trees from the saturated ground the last place he'd want to sleep was in his cold truck.
"Hello? Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Hello? Hello? Hello? Can you help me? I'm lost. Hello?"
Finally, he heard an unintelligible, ghostly, scratchy, and muffled voice that crackled over the loudspeaker as if far in the distance. Such an odd feeling, with this gate surrounding the property and looming tall, he felt as if he had stopped in front of a checkpoint at President Trump's border wall. Suddenly, while being denied admittance, he felt helplessly and hopelessly powerless. He felt in the way that those illegal immigrants must feel when trying the cross the border in hopes of living a better life.
# # #
The camera mounted on the top of the 12' iron gate turned from the road to his direction and intrusively zoomed in on his driver side truck window for a better look at him. He wondered if this building was a secured, secret military site, or a safehouse. Unable to tell by the outside of the huge building, with no signs identifying what was inside of the building, he wondered what this impressively imposing place was.
Such an odd place to put huge mansion in the middle of the forest that was in the middle of nowhere. Yet, when this was built nearly two-hundred-years ago, perhaps, the forest wasn't as overgrown as it is now. Perhaps, the grounds were better cared for, mowed, landscaped, and manicured. Before becoming the Clayton House and then a whorehouse, if he had guessed that this was an exclusive, resort hotel in the 19th century, he'd be right.
Perhaps, because of the storm, but this place was as spooky and scary as the haunted, Pennhurst Asylum, in Chester County, Pennsylvania. There were lots of old and abandon buildings in Pennsylvania. There were lots of terrible things that happened to people in many of those old buildings because they were mentally ill, criminally insane, or just elderly, and their family were unable to afford to care for them. Instead, put away in a mental institution, locked in a room, and drugged for the rest of their lives, but for their screams, many of these people were never heard from again.
Suddenly, a chilling sound, as if hearing the cacophony of screams of all of those desperate people, he imagined hearing frantic screams in the night. Chalking it up to his imagination and to the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees, this was one place that he wouldn't be out walking alone. Hopefully, there was someone inside who could help him. Hopefully, there was someone inside who would allow him to spend the night to ride out the storm.
"Hello? Help! Please, someone help me. I'm lost. I have no idea where I am and where I'm going," he said staring up at the camera. A good and positive sign, for the camera to move in his direction, there must be someone inside. "Can you help me," he asked staring up at and waving to the camera? "Hello? Can you tell me where I am and how to get to the main road from here?"
While wondering again what this place was, wondering if it was a secret, secured military site, he heard a click and the gate buzzed open. As if the front gate hadn't been opened in 50-years, he watched the gate automatically and slowly part open with a loud and continual, eerie squeak. Piercing the night air as if it was an injured animal or a loud, barn owl diving down to swoop its prey, if this building wasn't scary enough, the sound of the gate slowly squeaking open added yet another dimension to the macabre.
# # #
Stephen King could have written a story about this place, called Horror in the Forest or The Haunting at Clayton House. As if he was given admittance to Heaven, Hell, or to the Hotel California, he was met by three, scantily dressed women, a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. They stood between the armed, security guards on a brightly lit, front porch while seductively staring at him. An unexpected, sexy surprise on such a dismally cold and damp night, each woman was more beautiful, sexier, and colorfully dressed than the next.
Not knowing where to look, he looked from one sheer and sexy nightgown to the next. Now, instead of unnerved by the storm and instead of being worried about finding the main road, his mind was filled sex. His mind was filled with naked breasts, naked asses, and naked pussies.
He had been horny since his MILF of a mother had flashed him her naked body by dressing and undressing with her bedroom door wide-opened. He had been horny since his mother sat on her dressing table chair and brushed her hair in front of him while naked. He had been horny since she walked to her bedroom door naked and closed her door while seductively staring at him. Now, after seeing these three, nearly, naked women, they attributed even more to his horniness.
Obviously, hitting the sexual lottery, if he was to hazard a guess, he'd guess that this was an illegal whorehouse and these three women were whores. Eager to have a closer look at and meet these three, sexually alluring women, he parked his truck, pulled his hood over his head, and ran through the rain for the front door and to the women. With the rain and the fog acting as a mirage and adding to the illusion of seeing three, sexy women in their short, sheer, and low-cut nightgowns, he wondered if he was imagining seeing them or if they were real.
Never was he as happy to see someone, especially a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, and especially someone who looked as good and as sexy as these three, beautiful women looked while dressed in their sheer and sexy nightgowns. Able to run beneath the covered porch, never was he as happy to get out of the rain. Only, as if he had never seen a nearly, naked, nightgown clad woman before, in the way that he stared at his naked mother, he couldn't stop staring at these three, nearly, naked women.
He stared at all that he could see of their nearly naked breasts, their erect nipples, and their symmetrical areolas. He stared at all that he could see of their naked blonde, brunette, and red-haired pussies. As if hypnotized by them and mesmerized by what they were all wearing or not wearing, such a sexually exciting surprise, he never expected to see such beautiful and sexy women in the middle of the woods. Now, glad that he was lost, and glad that he was delayed by this storm, he was happy that he left early instead of later.
Eerily, he wondered if he was hallucinating and if they were a figment of his horny and sexually frustrated imagination. With them standing outside in such skimpy attire, the three, colorful women huddled together from the wind and the cold. As if they were sexy nymphs, they reminded him of the Greek mythological sirens sitting on a rock in Homer's Odyssey when greeting the hero, Odysseus, from his long voyage home from the Trojan War.
Making him feel welcomed, and making him feel special, they all smiled at him as if they knew him, were expecting him, and were happy to see him. For sure, happy to see them, he returned their smiles with his wide, beaming smile while staring at all that he could see of their nearly, naked bodies. Unable to remove his horny eyes from them, he stared at them as if they were naked. He stared at them as if they were models, beauty contestants, or celebrities.
'Definitely, this is no secret, secured military site,' he thought. 'Holy Hell, look at these women. The most beautiful and sexiest women I've ever seen, these women are all drop dead gorgeous.'
Chapter 3:
"Hi, I'm Briana," said a tall, pretty blonde with big, blue eyes, and B cup breasts.
She was dressed in a blue, flowing, sheer, see-through nightgown that showed her naked breasts, her nipples, her areolas, her blonde, trimmed pussy, and that left little else to his horny imagination.
'Brianna,' thought Tommy. 'I'll remember her name. She's so pretty. Looking like the all-American woman, she doesn't look like any whore that I know.'
"I'm Kim," said a dark-haired, sultry woman with bright, blue eyes.
Looking like jailbait, Kim looked so very, illegally young. Yet, for her to be working here, he knew she had to be over 18-years-old. She was so pretty and so sexy. Wearing bright, red lipstick, she had a pair of full, red lips to match her pair of big, sexy tits. She was dressed in a sexily, revealing nightgown, too.
'I like the contrast of her blue eyes against her white skin and her jet, blue-black hair,' thought Tommy. 'I'd love to have her full, red lips wrapped around my erect cock while she stares up at me with those big, blue, beautiful eyes.'
"I'm Vanessa," said a tall, sexy redhead said with her big, D cup breasts overflowing her sheer, short, sexy, and low-cut nightgown.
As if she was a younger and thinner version of Christina Hendricks, Vanessa was so very pretty with her long, red hair and bright, blue eyes. Not having breasts as huge as Christina's breasts, yet, no one needs to have size F or triple D cup breasts. Vanessa's D cup breasts were plenty big enough. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked tits hanging down in his face while his stiff dick was buried in her wet pussy.
'Wow! Vanessa,' he thought. 'I'll remember your name. I never knew anyone named Vanessa.'
With women tapping on the windows to get his attention, Tommy looked up at the movement in the second and third floor windows. A sexual fantasy that he couldn't believe, there were scantily dressed, beautiful, and sexy women filling every window. Unable to remove his eyes from the women, with one woman more beautiful and sexier than the next, he looked from one woman to the next woman. Other than the pictures he saw of the Playboy mansion during a sexy lingerie party, never had he seen such a collection of gorgeous women all located in one spot.
'They're all dressed for bed. I must have awakened everyone in the whole house,' he thought. 'Unsure what this place was, either it was a whorehouse or a boarding school for women. With each woman better-looking than the next, I've never seen as many sexy women.'
Then, ruining his voyeuristic fun, a woman who looked like she was in her fifties but Tommy wouldn't be surprised if she was in her sixties, appeared on the covered porch behind the three women. She was wearing a short, sheer, and low-cut negligee beneath her wide-open robe with an attitude bigger than her huge breasts. He could clearly see her big, naked breasts, her areolas, her erect nipples, and her bushy, black pussy. With her plenty old enough to be his mother, she made him think of his mother.
'I wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley,' he thought! 'Scary tough, she looks hardcore.'
The woman clapped her hands to get the attention of the three women.
"Girls," said the woman clapping her hands again as if she was the mother and they were her daughters. "Get inside," she said to the women before turning her attention to Tommy. "Who the fuck are you? What do you want? And why are you here in the middle of a storm?"
# # #
Even though he had never been in a whorehouse before, as if preserved in time, he never thought that a whorehouse looked quite like this. Obviously, by the sexy appearance of so very many beautiful women, this was, indeed, a whorehouse. These three women were whores, and this mean and nasty woman on the porch, clearly was the Madam.
Tommy looked at her more afraid of her than he was of the two, burly doormen. She gave him a cold look, an untrusting stare, and detached attitude as if she was suspicious of him. No doubt, thinking that there was something seriously wrong with him, she was thinking that who in their right mind would be out in weather like this?
"Hi. I'm Tommy," he said holding out his hand and withdrawing it when she didn't shake it. "I'm lost," he said. "I was hoping to get directions to the main road. And you are?"
Making herself look like a curmudgeon, she made a sour face and rolled her eyes as if she was bored.
"I'm Natty. I own this place," she said putting her hand on her hip, pulling back her robe, and allowing her robe to fall open enough to expose her sheer, nearly see-through nightgown.
Tommy stared at all that he could see of her nearly, naked breasts before staring all that he could see of her nearly, naked pussy. For an old broad, she had an unbelievable body. For an old broad, even though she was mean and nasty, she was still plenty sexy.
'I'd definitely do her,' he thought.
"Do you have money," she asked getting right to the point?
Tommy looked at her confused.
"Money? Yes," he said. "I have money. I have cash. Why?"
When he told her that he had money, her mood softened and she smiled. Her smile suddenly widened when he said that he had cash.
"Cash? How much cash do you have? Tell me, how much money do you have, Honey," she asked while changing her whole attitude?
Now, Tommy was the one who made a sour face.
"Enough," he said. "I have enough money to pay for a woman or two to entertain me if that's what you're asking me."
He never paid for a woman to have sex with him before. A virgin, he had never had sexual intercourse before. He was hoping that his mother would be the one who would take his cherry. Firmly believing that to be true, as long as he had his mother, he didn't need to have sex with one of these whores no matter how beautiful and how sexy they were. Yet, now weak in his knees and swayed in his sexual desire, he was horny and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that was too tempting to pass.
Nonetheless, even though these women were as sexy as they were beautiful, he couldn't wait to get home to his mother. Hoping she'd allow him to do more than just look at her dressing and undressing with her bedroom door wide-open, he'd love to touch and feel his mother's naked body everywhere while making out with her. He'd love his mother to touch and feel his naked body everywhere while making out with him. His sexual fantasy come true; he'd love to have incestuous sex with his MILF of a mother.
She shrugged, rolled her eyes again, and sighed loudly. She opened her robe plenty wide-open enough for him to see more of her nearly, naked body when she put both hands on her hips. Adding to the illusion of her nakedness, the light behind her illuminated her as if she was walking through a TSA security machine. As if she was standing in front of the bright light of a television in a darkened living room or standing in front of an opened refrigerator door in a darkened kitchen, he could see right through her thin, sheer nightgown.
'Oh, Natty, I want you. I want you to suck my cock. I need to cum in your mouth while you stare up at me with your big, blue eyes,' he thought.
As if she stood before him naked, he could clearly see the shape and size of her naked breasts. He could clearly see her erect nipples. He could clearly see her black, bushy pussy. She made him wish he was home with his mother. She made him wish his mother was standing before him with no shame, modesty, and/or embarrassment while ready and willing to give him forbidden sex. She made him wish that she was his mother ready to sexually seduce him, stroke him, suck him, and fuck him.
"As long as you have money and are willing to spend some of it on the girls, you'll be bunking here tonight. I wouldn't put a dog out on a night like this," she said looking up at the pouring rain, the thick fog, and the howling wind. "This is just the beginning of the storm. It's supposed to get much worse with even higher winds and flooding," she said shivering.
Even though spending the night with Brianna, Kim, and Vanessa was tempting, Tommy looked at her with no intentions of staying the night. It was an odd, old place and a bit run down, and she was an odd, old woman, and a bit run down. Suddenly, having seen one, too many horror movies, he had an ominous feeling of foreboding and doom.
Better to error on the side of caution and leave here without having sex with any of these sensational women, then to be sorry that he didn't listen to his inner voice. The last thing he wanted was to be robbed and/or murdered in his sleep. Besides, he was eager to get home to his mother. He couldn't wait to know if she'd flash him again. He couldn't wait to know if she'd do more than flashing him her naked body.
"I have four-wheel drive, I'm sure I'll be okay. I just need directions to the main road and I'll be on my way," he said. "How do I get to the highway from here?"
As if he was wasting her time, she made another face, closed her robe, and wrapped her robe tighter around her body with another shiver. Denying him anymore sneak peeks of her big tits and black, bushy pussy through her nightgown, she stared at him as if she was not only commanding him to stay but also forbidding him from leaving.
"The bridge is out and I'm sure they'll be fallen trees blocking the road. It's best not to leave until morning. We lost power but we have a tired, old generator that's barely running. If we don't get the power back soon, and before the sun comes up, we'll all be in the dark," she said looking at him with a foreboding stare.
"Just a minute," said one of the armed guards patting him down and checking him for weapons. "You're free to go inside," he said.
Allowing him admittance, she held the door open for him to come inside. As soon as he stepped inside the mansion, Natty laughed a mad laugh. With Tommy not getting her joke, she continued laughing as if she was deranged.
"Unfortunately, guns are useless against ghosts and demons," she said staring at Tommy as if she was a ghost and/or demon but still wanted to have sex with him. Toying with him and playing with him, she asked him a curious question. "Tell me," she said giving him a stare of curiosity. "Have you ever seen a ghost?"
Suddenly frightened, he looked at her as if he was ready to bolt.
"I can't say that I have," he said looking around the interior of the mansion in the way that she looked around the interior of the mansion.
She laughed out loud again as if this was an insane asylum and she was one of the patients.
"Trust me, something that you will never forget, you would know if you had seen a ghost," she said looking him up and down as if she was considering sexually seducing him. "Nonetheless, if only for moral support, it will be good to have another man around the house overnight to keep the girls safely occupied," she said. "You never know what kind of ghosts and demons are out and about and lurking on a night like this," she said looking around the interior of the mansion as if she was accustomed to and expecting to seeing ghosts and demons.
# # #
"Best grab some pillows and I'll have my men carry down your beds, as we'll all be sleeping down here tonight," ordered Natty to Brianna, Kim, and Vanessa. "Girls," called Natty clapping her hands again while yelling to the women upstairs in the way of a head mistress at a girls' school. "Come downstairs and bring candles, flashlights, and your bedding with you. It's safer if we all stay together in case the power goes out again."
She looked at Tommy and seductively smiled while touching his arm with affection.
"In the way that this house has always been haunted, it's too dangerous to be alone up there in the dark," she said to Tommy while giving him a sexy smile and a wink.
A line of seventeen sexy, beautiful, and scantily clad women, twenty-one counting the Madam, slowly filed down the stairs to join Brianna, Kim, Vanessa, and Natty. Tommy stared at each woman as if he had never seen nearly, naked women before. With one woman prettier and sexier than the next one, he was in voyeuristic heaven. Unless he was watching Miss Universe on TV, never had he seen as many beautiful and sexy women.
If he had to pick only one woman to have sex with, he couldn't pick just one. He'd definitely want to have sex with more than just one woman. He'd definitely want to have sex with at least two and, depending on his stamina, maybe as many as three or four of the women, as long as he had enough money to pay for them.
He just hoped that they were clean and free of STD's. He hoped they had plenty of condoms. He hoped he had enough money to pay for his sudden, horny willingness to have sex with prostitutes. From wanting to have sex with his MILF of a mother to wanting to have sex with whores, he was clearly on the Devil's road to Hell.
'Oh, my God,' thought Tommy. 'I hit the whorehouse jackpot. Look at these whores. Unless I was in Slovenia, Ukraine, Hungary, Romania, or Czech Republic, I've never seen so very many sexy and beautiful women. Unless I met whores, who looked as good and as sexy as the Gabor sisters, Melania Trump, Ivana Trump, Ivanka Trump, Angelina Jolie, Mila Kunis, and Paulina Porizkova, I've never seen whores who look like these women. They're all so sexy. They're all so beautiful. They all have such amazing bodies.'
# # #
As if they were beauty contestants in a Miss USA contest, the women filed down the stairs one at a time ready to introduce themselves. A fashion show of silk and satin, each nightgown was sexier and more revealing than the next. Introducing themselves to him one at a time, each woman walked over to him to give him a hug and a kiss while pressing their voluptuous bodies up against him.
"I'm Paula," said a chubby, forty-something-year-old, natural blonde with blue eyes and big, double D cup tits.
She didn't look like any prostitute that he ever saw. If he saw her out on the street, he'd think that she was someone's MILF of a mother or MILF of an aunt. He'd never take her for the whore that she obviously was.
"Rachel," said a dark-haired beautiful wearing a see-through nightgown with nothing underneath.
Before giving him a hug, a kiss, and a sexy, sexual squeeze, Rachel paused in front of him as if modeling her nightgown. As if she was a runway model, Rachel was so tall and so pretty. Shapely thin, she had long, black hair with bright, blue eyes. Clearly, he could see her D cup breasts and her big, erect nipples through her sheer and sexy nightgown.
'Wow, I like Rachel,' he thought. 'I need to remember her name.'
Walking to him with lots of hip movement, the next woman was naturally sexy.
"Tanya," said a busty, black woman.
Tanya had huge breasts with big, black nipples. He had never had sex with a black woman or with any woman before but always wanted to experience that sexual pleasure of bedding that black, forbidden fruit. Slowly turning towards the side before turning completely around, she bent forward at the waist to show him her sexy ass and the back of her black, naked pussy. Then, she walked to him, pressed her big breasts up against his chest and give him a kiss on the lips while reaching down to feel his growing erection through his pants.
"I'm Maureen," said a sexy, tattooed, redhead with gigantic breasts.
Much bigger than a double D, he wondered just how big her tits really were. Sexually teasing him, before walking away, she lifted her breasts in the palm of her hands through her nightgown. He'd love to touch, feel, fondle, and suck her big tits while she stroked and sucked his cock. After he ejaculated his cum in her mouth, he'd love to cum all over her giant breasts.
"Melei," said a small but shapely breasted, Asian woman.
Just as he never had sex with a black woman, he had never had sex with an Asian woman either. With her long, black hair, Melei was as beautiful as she was sexy. The most mysterious woman he had ever seen, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have sex with her.
"Chen," said a Chinese woman holding hands with Melei.
With her jet-black hair and her big, inviting smile, his friends from his old neighborhood who never had sex with an Asian woman either, told him that the pussy slits of Asian women go side-to-side instead of up and down. He wondered if that was true. He'd love to find out if it was true or not. Seemingly, with the both of them a pair, he'd love to have sex with the both of them as a package deal.
"I'm Mary," said a MILF of a forty-something-year-old woman.
'Wow. Mary is so pretty,' he thought. 'In the way that I always wanted to have sex with my mother, I always wanted to have sex with an older woman.'
She had B cup breasts, long, brown hair, and blue/grey eyes. She made him think of his mother, Carol. He'd love to have threesome sex with his mother and Mary. He'd love to watch Mary finger his mother's pussy while licking her cunt while he fucked her from behind.
"Joan," said sexy, buxom redhead.
'My God, another MILF. I like redheads,' he thought. 'And look at the tits on her. They're huge. There's something about mature, sexy woman my mother's age.'
"Carol," said another mature woman.
'Carol? That's my mother's name,' he thought. 'How hot would that be to have sex with Carol and Carol?'
Another sexy, beautiful blonde with big tits, he couldn't help but think of his mother when Carol said her name. Only, even though Carol was quite pretty, his mother was prettier than her. Nonetheless, in the that way he wished he could have threesome sex with his mother and Mary, he'd love to have threesome sex with his mother and Carol. With one woman more beautiful and sexier than the next how do you choose just one?
"Gail," said another woman filing by him before giving him a hug and a kiss.
Another buxom, blonde, albeit dyed blonde, he wondered how much money he had. Having changed his tune about having sex with whores, now that he was considering having sex with prostitutes, he wondered if he had enough money to have sex with multiple women. This could be a memory that he'd remember for the rest of his life. Besides, with him not having any sexual experience with women, perhaps, some of these women could teach him a few things that he could use on his mother.
"Gloria."
'And yet, another buxom, dyed blonde, albeit a little younger and a little thinner than Gail. God, she's gorgeous, too,' he thought. 'How do I choose? How do I choose? Maybe I'm better off having sex with just one woman all night long instead of having sex with two or more women for an hour or two. I'd love to keep one woman with me as my whore for the night, but which one should I choose?'
"Angela," said the next MILF of a woman filing by him.
A beautiful brunette with D cup breasts, she could be someone's mother. Now, that he wanted to have forbidden sex with his mother, Carol, if Angela was his mother, he'd want to have sex with her, too. Never having had a threesome, now suddenly, he wanted to have threesome sex with multiple groupings of women. He wished he was rich and could have days of sex with them all.
'Holy Hell, I'm dying here. I need to stick my dick in someone,' he thought. 'I need for one of these women to suck my cock. I bet Natty gives one Hell of a blowjob,' he thought. 'I'd love to cum in Natty's mouth while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.'
"Beverly."
'Oh, Beverly,' he thought. 'God, you're so beautiful. You're sexy. I'd do you if I could but I have so very many choices.'
A much younger version of Angela but with breasts just as big. He imagined falling in love with some of these women. He imagined marrying one of them if he could. He wondered how many rich, old, white men would abandon their wives, their children, and their lives for one of these beauties.
"Violet," said a very pretty black woman.
Violet was so beautiful. She was so sexy. He'd love to have sex with her. He'd love to pound her pussy and fuck her cunt. He'd love for her to suck his cock. He'd love to cum in her mouth, all over her face, and across her big, naked, black breasts.
"Sharon," said another beautiful, mature woman.
His jaw dropped while staring at Sharon's nearly, naked, sexy body.
'Hello, Mommy,' he thought to himself with her reminding him of his mother, especially when she hugged him, squeezed him, and kissed him on his lips.
Had he not seen and been sexually tempted by some of these other women, especially the younger ones, he could imagine himself being with Sharon. Yet, why settle for plain, white pound cake when he could have cake with frosting and a sweet filling, too. So many women. So little time and so little money.
Perhaps, he could return with his friends. Perhaps, he could take out some money from his bank account and experience more women sexually than only one or two. Perhaps, Madam Natty would give him a special discount for giving her more business by bringing his friends with him.
"Hi. I'm Flora," said a tall and attractive Hispanic woman.
'A pretty name for a pretty woman,' he thought.
Just as he had never been with an Asian woman, a black woman, or with any woman, he had never been with a Hispanic woman either. Forget about college, he could get a real education here. If he spent his college tuition by having sex with all of these women, he'd have a Ph.D. in sex. He'd be the doctor, an authority, and the experienced expert of women's asses, tits, and pussies.
"Hi, I'm Maxine."
'God, with her natural blonde hair, big blue eyes, and D cup breasts, Maxine is so frigging beautiful and so frigging sexy,' he thought.
# # #
After seeing her, he forgot about all of the others. Forget about having sex with Maxine, he'd marry her if he could. He definitely could imagine falling in love with her. He'd love to have children with her. He'd love to buy a house with her and live with her for the rest of his life. Definitely, Maxine was the one that he'd want to have sex with for the entire night.
'I love you, Maxine,' he thought.
Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, no doubt, none of these women are giving him their real names. He wondered who they were and how they came to live in a whorehouse. Helping to make his decision to fall in love with any of them, he wondered if any of them were married before or were married now. He wondered if any of them had children. Yet, it was foolish for him to think that he could fall in love with a whore. How could he love a woman who has had sex with hundreds of men, just as how could any of these whores would fall in love with him?
Twenty-one women, counting Brianna, Kim, Vanessa, and Natty, and three men, when counting the two doormen standing guard outside. Tommy liked those odds. It was a good thing he had money because chances were good that he'd be getting lucky with at least one of these women. Only, he didn't know which woman more appealed to him. They were all so beautiful. They were all so sexy. They were all so willing to have sex with him.
In the way that all of these bored women were looking at him, and with him stranded here all night, as long as he had enough money to last, chances are he'd be getting lucky with more than one woman. While they still had lights and power, he looked over the women again and again to see who would most sexually interest him. Quite the variety, with none of them looking the same, they were all so different. Hard for him to decide, but he couldn't go wrong by picking any one of them. Even Natty looked good to him.
For sure, he wouldn't kick any of them out of bed for eating crackers. Then, just like that, the power went out. Totally dark, unable to see his hand in front of his face, fortunately, Natty and the women had flashlights and lit candles. If he wasn't in a romantic mood before when seeing twenty-one, nearly, naked women, he was in a romantic mood now seeing the women in candlelight. If he had 21-diamond rings, starting his own harem, he'd be proposing to 21-women.
He suddenly imagined himself surrounded by 21-wives. Then, ruining his sexual fantasy, he imagined himself responsible for dozens of children. He imagined himself buying cases of diapers and formulas. He imagined crying babies night and day ruining his sexual fantasy.
"Someone light a fire in the fireplace," said Natty. "It's already a little chilly in here," she said looking down at her erect nipples before staring up at Tommy with a naughty look.
'How romantic is this,' thought Tommy? 'Being stranded in a storm with twenty-one, nearly naked whores, life doesn't get any better than this.
# # #
Then, as soon as the old, grandfather's clock that stood sentry in the corner of the great room, struck midnight, it was a total orgy. As if these women hadn't had sex in years, as soon as the lights went out, the women were all over him. Women were kissing him while stripping him naked. They touched him and felt him everywhere that he wanted to touch and feel them. Taking turns, one woman sucked his cock, then another woman was sucking his prick, then two women were giving him a blowjob at the same time.
When he looked down in the candlelight, Rachel looked up at him with his erect prick in her mouth. Tanya straddle his head while Rachel was sucking him. Tanya hung her massive breasts in his face. Her tits were so big. They were so firm. They were so heavy. The first time feeling black tits, he sucked her nipples while Rachel continued sucking his cock.
He so wanted to cum but he didn't dare. Not now and not yet. He had more women to lick, finger, and fuck. Then, as soon as Tanya left and Rachel let go of his cock from his mouth, beautiful Maxine sat on his face. Obviously, she wanted him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. As if he was a starving man, he ate Maxine's cunt until he gave her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and his tongue.
"Oh, Tommy, you dirty man. You're going to make me cum. Rub my clit harder. Lick my pussy faster. Fingerfuck me deeper. I'm cumming, Tommy. I'm cumming," said Maxine.
One after another after another, they all took their sexual turns with his now naked body. One way or another, all twenty-women, had their sexual way with his naked body. One way or another, he had his sexual way with all twenty-women. Never in his wildest sexual fantasies did he ever imagine having sex with two women at the same time, never mind twenty-one women.
Then, as if saving the best for last, advancing towards him and stepping out of the shadows as the woman made a path for her, Natty approached Tommy with unbridled, sexual seduction. She looked as wild as a black panther. With him on his back on a bed that was set up in the great room, not much one for foreplay, she stripped off her nightgown and mounted him. Then, as if she was the man and he was the woman, she inserted his stiff prick in her warm, wet pussy.
She humped him. She fucked him. She pounded his cock in the way that she obviously wanted him to pound her cunt. Never had he imagined being with a woman, an older woman, at that, who was so sexual. If anything, with her giving him the fuck of his life, she was going to ruin him for his mother. No one could compare to having sex with Natty.
"Fuck me," she said. "Make me cum in the way that you made Maxine cum," she leaned closer to him to whisper what she wanted in his ear. "Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me. Fuck me as if I'm your mother," she said.
When she said the magic words, fuck me as if I'm your mother, Tommy humped her hard and fast. Then, rolling her over, he humped her cunt harder and pounded her pussy faster. Determined to give her a sexual orgasm, he couldn't wait to make Madam Natty cum.
"Natty, oh Natty. You're such a good lay. I love how you're move your hips. As if you're screwing my cock in a light outlet, I've never been in so tightly deep in a woman," he said and not confessing that she was the first and only woman he's ever fucked.
Now, a sexual experienced that he'd remember the rest of his life, twenty-women were all ready to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him.
# # #
After spending the night with twenty-one, horny and sexually experienced whores, Tommy returned home exhausted. He had sex with not only the first three women, he had sex with all twenty-one women. He had sex with Briana, a shapely thin, blue-eyed, B cup breasted whore. He had sex with Kim, a raven haired, blue-eyed, big breasted woman who looked much younger than her age. For sure, even though she was twenty-something-years-old, she looked like jailbait. He had sex with Vanessa, an alluring, big breasted, redhead with blue eyes.
He ate Maxine's cunt and gave her a sexual orgasm. He fucked Madam Natty and gave her a sexual orgasm too. He sucked Tanya's huge breasts while Rachel sucked his cock. With everything else a blur of sexual action all performed in the dark, that was all that he could remember.
At first light, before Natty asked him for money that he didn't have and couldn't afford after having sex with all twenty-one woman, he was up and out of there. Now that his GPS was working again, he knew how to return to the whorehouse. He couldn't wait to take his friends. He couldn't wait to tell them that he found a whorehouse. He couldn't wait to show them all of these beautiful and sexually available women. He couldn't wait to have sex with more women. Maybe, he'd have sex with Natty again.
"Come on. I have to show you this place. You're not going to believe your eyes," said Tommy. "Bring money. Bring plenty of money," he said before driving away with his two friends, Mike and Jim, in his truck.
Tommy smiled his sexual excitement at his friends.
"Where are we going," asked Jim?
He turned to Jim and smiled as if he was the cat who just swallowed the canary.
"Emporium," said Tommy. "We're going to Emporium."
Mike looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Emporium," asked Mike? "There's nothing there but a few houses, a small town and, he gulped, and that haunted mansion. No one in their right mind would go there. Everyone who has heard of it have stayed away. That place is just as haunted at the Pennhurst Asylum," he said looking at Tommy. "Is that where you're taking us? Are you taking us to that haunted mansion? Are you trying to scare us, Tommy?"
Jim shook his head while making a face at Tommy.
"I heard about that place. Count me out. I'm not going there. The last thing that I want is to bring some evil spirit home, even if she's a beautiful, sexy, and shapely whore," said Jim.
Tommy made a face at his friends Mike and Jim.
"Haunted mansion," he said with a shrug? "You guys are nuts. I don't know what you're talking about. Besides, we're here," he said parking his truck where he parked it last night.
Yet, instead of seeing a brightly lit mansion, he saw a rusted gate with a rusted chain closed with a rusted lock. Obviously, no one had opened this gate in years.
Determined in his perseverance, he pushed the intercom. Nothing. He looked up at the top of the gate and the camera that was there last night was gone. Unbeknownst to him, Emporium was once the home to a whorehouse that caught fire during a storm when someone started a fire in the fireplace and forgot to open the flue. Twenty-three souls died that night, twenty-one women and two men.
THE END
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