Chương 2830: ON THE AUCTION BLOCK
It was a typical Saturday night for Jason Anderson. He was on his way home from yet another keg party; alone as usual. The only difference tonight was that it was Halloween and instead of his typical t-shirt and jeans, Jason was dressed in a tight black shirt and pants with a white skeleton emblazoned on the front. Jason chose a lightweight costume knowing how warm it was expected to be. The thin material hugged his athletic frame, showing off not only his muscles but also his package, a fact that he hoped to use to his advantage.
Jason had gone to the party hoping to hook up with his longtime crush, Erica. Although she was at the party, and looked stunning in a slutty nurse costume, she was much more interested in Derek, the quarterback of their school's football team.
Jason is an awkward eighteen year old high school senior who, though handsome with a good body, had never been very comfortable or successful with the opposite sex. He dated a few girls but never made it past first base and had hoped that Erica would be the one to help him out of his rut.
While driving home, Jason called his friend Scott to see when he finished his shift at the hotel.
"What's up?"
"Still working. I'm on the late shift tonight. How was the party?"
"A total bust."
"That sucks. You should swing by the hotel. There is a crazy party going on. You should see the outfits that these women are wearing."
Jason thought it over for a few moments before responding. Scott had been his best friend since grade school and always looked out for him. The past few times that Scott tipped him off to a party at the hotel had proven to be worthwhile so he decided to head over and indulge in some free drinks instead of going straight home.
"Alright, I'll be over in a few."
"Come in the back door, just like last time. I'll be there."
"Cool, see you in a bit."
Jason hung up and took a quick right turn, changing course for the hotel.
Scott worked in the catering group of the biggest hotel in town. During the spring and summer months the massive hotel was filled with sun worshipers and beach goers, but during the fall and winter it mostly as a convention center. Large groups often booked the banquet hall for various parties, attracted by the cheap off-season rates.
Jason pulled his beat-up Jeep into the employee parking lot and parked in the far corner. He weaved through the parked cars as he made his way to the service door that his friend left propped open for him. Nearing the door he could make out the silhouette of Scott in the shadows of the building, smoking a cigarette while waiting for his friend.
"Hurry up would you. I've got to get back on shift, we are getting slammed in the kitchen tonight." Scott called out to him.
Jason picked up his pace and without skipping a beat followed his friend into the bustling kitchen.
"Sorry, I got here as quickly as I could."
"No problem. I'll get you in and catch up with you later when my shift is over."
Scott led his friend through the kitchen and past the staging area.
"Hey, what's all this?" Jason asked, pausing in front of a pile of boxes.
"That stuff is leftover from the casino room that they set up earlier. I think it was some sort of charity thing.
Jason's hand slipped into the open top of one of the boxes and pulled out a fistful of poker chips. His friend snapped him out of it as he stared at the plastic coins.
"Come on, I don't want to be late for my shift again."
"Ok, let's go." Jason said and pushed the chips into his pocket hoping that he might be able to play a little poker at the party.
"Here, put this on. I'll catch up to you later. Have fun in there." Scott handed him a black mask and then hurried back to the kitchen.
Jason waved back at his friend and pushed through the swinging door into the large ball room. As he strode through the door he felt someone grab his arm and pull him aside.
"Not so fast!" A voice snapped at him from behind.
Jason couldn't believe that he was busted already.
"Everybody has to wear their mask. Let me help you with that." He was relieved when the mask was snatched from his hands and reappeared in front of his face. A pair of hands tugged at the mask from behind before finally releasing him.
"There you go. That mask won't be going anywhere now." The voice had acquired an assertive tone.
Jason surveyed the room and saw that everyone was wearing an identical mask. It was a black half mask that covered the top part of your face, effectively obscuring the wearer's identity. The mask was made of thick fabric with thin firm ribs running through it that caused it to form to the curves of the wearers face when tied tightly, as his was. The mask covered the wearer's cheeks, eyes and forehead, while leaving their nose and mouth exposed. He saw that the back of everyone's head was adorned with a black silk ribbon tied into neat bows and assumed that his was no different.
Looking over his shoulder to see who had grabbed him, he caught a glimpse of a lanky blonde from behind as she passed through the door into the kitchen.
Jason headed straight to the bar, hoping to get as many free beers as he could before his friend's shift was over. The room buzzed with energy as he made his way through the crowd. The crowd appeared to be older, Jason's initial reaction was that they were his parent's age, and everyone was wearing all of the standard Halloween costumes. The men wore the standard togas, police uniforms, and vampire get-ups. The women were dressed in every conceivable costume imaginable but they all had one thing in common. Despite their age, the women all wore costumes that left little to the imagination.
Jason eyed more than one slutty nurse that put his Erica to shame. One in particular caught his attention. She was a tall blonde with a huge chest. Her costume was a white one piece nurse's outfit. The bottom half was a very short skirt and the top half was a form fitting short sleeve collared top. Running the length of her torso was a zipper that was pulled down enough to give anyone interested a clear view of her breasts encased in a thin red lace bra. Her legs were covered by a pair of red thigh high stockings held up by a red lace garter belt that matched her bra. He knew that she was wearing a garter belt because her skirt ended several inches above the tops of her stockings. Between the red nylon and white skirt, Jason's eyes dances across the soft milky flesh of her thighs which was accented by her red lace garter strap.
Jason's attention was focused on the blonde nurse while he took his first swig of his beer. Leaning against the bar, Jason surveyed the rest of the room. At the opposite end of the room was a large stage, empty but for a tall man in a tuxedo and a woman walking out from behind the curtain. He watched as she strode across the long stage and stopped next to the gentleman.
"Ladies and gentlemen, do I have a treat for you! Our next lovely offering of the night goes by the name Rebecca, and doesn't she look stunning?"
The already raucous room erupted with hoots and hollers as the woman on the stage bowed. Jason's mouth dropped open as he finally took time to notice her outfit. Tall with a delicate frame, she wore what appeared to be a fairy costume. In reality it was little more than a black satin leotard with black ruffles over each of her breasts and an unbelievably short ruffled skirt around her waist.
He watched her on stage, first bowing and then doing a curtsy for the crowd. Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing. As she knelt down to curtsy, she took the hem of her skirt in her hands and lifted it up just enough to give the crowd a brief glimpse of the fabric framed between her milky white thighs. Even though her costume revealed nothing more than a bathing suit would, the fact that she was so proudly displaying herself on stage added to the sexiness of it.
"Would you get a load of that one!" A hand slapped him on the shoulder as the man next to him at the bar spoke.
"Wow!" Is all he managed to say in response.
"You're telling me."
Jason finished off his beer as fast as he could and ordered himself another before pushing his way through the crowd for a better vantage point. He made his way through the sea of short skirts and long legs until planting himself yards from the stage. He watched as the woman continued to flaunt her body. She wasn't stripping or showing off anything that her skimpy costume didn't already reveal but she still managed to get the crowd excited by bending, stretching, and doing a sexy little dance.
The man on stage was speaking into a microphone, but Jason's attention was focused on the woman. He stared openly at her long bare legs and dreamt of burying his face underneath her skirt. He didn't care that she appeared to be his mom's age; he wanted to spread her legs and fuck her. Jason had never really spent much time fantasizing about older women, he had plenty of options her his age, but seeing so many older women in sexy outfits was having the expected effect on him. He felt his penis slowly coming to life as he watched the woman on stage. His manhood swelled against the thin tight fabric of his costume.
Suddenly, the crowd erupted again and she walked towards the stairs in the middle of the stage. A man from the crowd met her and handed something to the man on stage before taking her hand and escorting her through the crowd.
Jason watched the couple disappear into the crowd, stopping when his eyes found something almost familiar. The sight before him was familiar in that he saw a man wearing the same costume that he saw his father wearing earlier in the night, but something else was unfamiliar; the person on his arm. The man wore green lederhosen and a white button down shirt, and from the details Jason was certain that it was his father. However, the person on his arm was clearly not his mother. She was dressed as a french maid, only barely covered in black satin trimmed with white lace. Her neckline plunged between her ample breasts, offering a perfect view of her soft flesh. Her legs were covered by black fishnet stockings that ended in white lace trim, topped with a black satin bow, below her short skirt and her feet were encased in a pair of black high heels.
What tipped of Jason that it wasn't his mother, aside from the fact that he knew she would never wear something that revealing, was her height and her hair. The woman next to his father had short blond hair and was shorter than him. His mother was about the same height as his father with thick brown hair.
Normally, he wouldn't pay much attention to someone in a crowd next to his father, but he couldn't help notice that his father's arm was around her waist and they were standing much closer than two friends or strangers would normally stand.
Jason turned back to the stage as another woman dressed in a skimpy costume walked down the stairs and into the arms of a waiting gentleman.
"Too rich for my blood, my last few hands wiped me out."
Jason turned to the man next to him who made the comment.
"How did you make out?"
Jason saw the man's outreached hand with a few ten dollar poker chips and it finally clicked in his head what the guy was asking him.
"Let me see." He mumbled while fishing his chips out from his pocket.
"Wow, you did great in there. Are those all fifty dollar chips?" The man said incredulously.
"I guess so. It must be my lucky night."
Jason's head turned back to the stage when the announcer introduced the next woman. A stunning creature emerged from behind the curtain. The whole room quieted down while he spoke.
"And our last beauty for the night is Rachel. Say something for the crowd Rachel."
He moved the mic in front of her just long enough for her to get out two words.
"Hi boys." She whispered in a deep sultry voice.
"Rachel is a sexy little beer maid tonight and is ready to serve your every need, so let's get the bidding started. Remember, this is our last lady of the night, so let's see those big money bids."
Jason's brain was working a mile a minute as his eyes devoured the sight before him. His gaze started low and slowly moved up her legs. The only thing that Rachel wore on the bottom half of her body was a pair of five inch black patent leather heels. Her long lean legs were bare from her ankles all the way up until they disappeared beneath her skirt. The skirt ended a good ten inches above her knees, showing off her tanned thighs. The black skirt was trimmed with white lace and was pushed out from her body by a layer of white crinoline. Across the center of the skirt was a small blue satin apron.
Her top was covered in a matching blue satin bustier that ended right below her breasts, pushing them up from the bottom so that they were proudly on display. Her breasts were covered, if you can call it that, by a thin white ruffled shirt with a straight neckline. While the outfit didn't offer much cleavage, it was necessary to provide some support for her breasts because she wasn't wearing a bra. From behind her mask flowed a wild tangle of dark hair that tumbled over her shoulders.
After taking in the sight on stage, Jason shot a glance over at his father only to find the one man in the room not drooling over the woman on stage. "Strange," He thought to himself.
"And why don't you let the eager bidders get a taste of what they're bidding on tonight Rachel."
Jason couldn't take his eyes off the stage. Rachel turned her back to the crowd and spread her legs apart before bending over. As she lowered her torso, the skirt rose up over her smooth thighs eventually revealing her tight round ass.
She lifted up her skirt to make sure that everyone had a good view.
As his thoughts bounced around his head his eyes traced the line of blue satin that bisected her rear end. She wore a silk thong that matched the blue satin of the rest of her outfit. It cut across the delicate white globes of her ass and disappeared again between her legs. From his position, Jason could make out the mound of her pussy encased in the blue satin.
"And now, the bidding. Let's start our eager bar maid out at fifty dollars."
Jason stood frozen while the announcer quickly shouted out numbers as the price climbed. His eyes fell down to his hand and he counted out his chips. The bidding was racing up in twenty five dollar increments and had reached three hundred dollars. The announcer repeated the highest bid again, searching for another bidder. Knowing that this would be his last chance, Jason shot his hand up and shouted, "Six hundred!"
The crowd responded to the new twist and the woman on stage walked over towards him with a smile stretched across her face. He stared up at her, almost able to see all the way up her skirt.
"And that's it for this one folks. For six hundred dollars, she's all yours."
In a daze, Jason walked over to the stairs, as he had seen the other do before him, and handed his chips to the announcer while the woman walked towards him. She put her hand in his and waited for him to move. After an instant that felt like a lifetime he led her through the crowd. Jason heard a chorus of congratulatory cheers as he led his prize to the back of the room.
"I don't know about you, but I could use a drink." Her voice drifted over his shoulder.
Jason didn't waste any time and led her to the bar. He knew that this was a charity event, but he still didn't fully understand the consequences of his bidding.
Getting the attention of the bartender, she placed the order for them. "Four shots of tequila."
With the shots poured in front of them, she moved next to Jason and faced him. With her first shot in her hand she signaled for him to take one and they threw them back together. Still holding his empty glass in his hand, Jason took in the sight before him. Even with the mask on, Rachel was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. Through her thin white blouse, Jason could see the dark outline of her areolas and her hard nipples straining against the fabric.
"Now let me get a better look at the highest bidder." He tried to make out her voice, which was already a little woozy from drinking, but he couldn't hear it well over the music.
Jason didn't move as she put her hands on his chest and rubbed him. Moments later, she had pulled back up shirt and her fingernails were scraping against his bare flesh.
"Such a nice hard chest." She cooed.
Jason's head fell back as the older woman teased him, alternating between her cold hard nails and her warm soft fingertips. Her hands withdrew from his shirt and then one of them cupped his cock through his tights. She pushed her body into his while rubbing his growing cock. His penis eagerly sprang to life and filled her hand as she massaged him.
"Oh my, it looks like you're not the only lucky one tonight."
It started to dawn on him that he was actually going to get laid. It didn't even bother him that he had apparently bought a prostitute, after all what other woman would throw herself at him like that.
"Let's get out of here." She whispered into his ear while holding up the other shot for him. He took the glass from her while she grabbed the remaining shot glass. They did their shots with her hand still rubbing his cock through the thin material. After slamming their glasses down, Rachel led him through the crowd. Jason watched, dumfounded, as the gorgeous older woman's body swayed with each step, her skirt rocking back and forth across her thighs. Before he knew it, she had led him into the elevator.
Rachel pressed the button for the thirty sixth floor and turned back to guy who had bought her for the night.
She stepped forward, pushing him against the back wall of the elevator. Rachel wasted no time and pressed her lips against his. Any shred of doubt as to what her intentions were quickly faded away as she kissed him. Jason closed his eyes as her hands resumed their exploration of his chest while her lips mashed against his. Jason instinctively grabbed hold of the body in front of him. His hands pressed against the sides of her bustier, he could feel the warmth of her body flowing through the thin satin.
Her hands retreated long enough for her to untie her mask. Without breaking their kiss she pulled it off, the rush of fabric against his face caused his eyes to open, sending a wave of terror through his body. Jason's heart sank in his chest when he realized that he was staring right into his mother's eyes. Even worse, his hands were touching her body and they were kissing.
Jason felt foolish that he didn't realize it earlier. He had already seen his father in the crowd, and he knew that Rachel was his mother's middle name. He tried to counter the guilt and shame that he felt by convincing himself that he could never have guessed that his very own mother would dress like that and sell herself to the highest bidder.
Jason gasped into his mother's mouth as they kissed, unable to control his shock. She looked up at him and broke their kiss.
"You seem surprised."
Jason nodded weakly.
"Do you know me?" She continued.
Unable to speak Jason nodded again.
"Do I know you?"
His head kept bobbing up and down as she spoke.
"Well, let's see who the lucky guy is..." Her voice trailed off and before he had a chance to react her hands reached behind his head and tugged on the ribbon holding his mask up. Jason's head swooned as she pulled harder. His knees almost buckled as he waited for the inevitable. He didn't want to think about what was about to happen when she realized that she was making out with her son.
The next few moments flew by in a blur for him as he saw his mother step back away from him. He knew that his mask was going to fall from his face any moment but he couldn't bear to face the consequences."You sure tied that on tight, does that mean that you want to be anonymous tonight?"
Jason's brain kicked into gear. He raised his hand to his face and realizing that his mask was still tied on, he was suddenly grateful for the woman who tied his mask on earlier in the night. He didn't hesitate to respond with an affirmative grunt as relief washed over him. He dodged one bullet and now he just needed to figure out a way to excuse himself and he would be home free.
"So every time we see each other, you're going know that you fucked me," She paused and seemed to think over what she just said, "But I won't have a clue, is that right?"
"I guess so." He was still shocked by the openness of his mother and fact that she planned on fucking him, her own son.
"That's pretty kinky, I like that idea." A broad smile, like none he had ever seen on his mother before, crept across her face as she spoke. "Now I really can't wait to get that hard cock of yours inside of me." She punctuated her statement by grabbing his throbbing cock again and then pushed herself off of him.
Rachel backed up against the opposite wall of the elevator and lifted her skirt up. The blue satin triangle that covered his mother's pussy slowly came into view as her skirt rose higher. With the skirt now high enough for him to see the waistband of her thong stretching along the soft contours of her hips and disappearing behind her, she ran her left hand along the length of her panties between her legs. Jason's eyes briefly darted up to his mother's face. She was staring right into his eyes while gently biting her lower lip.
Jason was filled with thousands of conflicting thoughts and emotions, but he couldn't deny that he had never seen a sexier image in his life. It didn't matter that it was his mother, she was hot as hell. He glanced over at the display and saw that they were only at the twelfth floor, plenty of time to plan his escape before things got out of hand.
His eyes moved back down between his mother's legs in time to see her pushing her panties down over her hips. His eyes followed them as they crashed down onto the floor in a tangled heap by her feet. His mother was now standing before him completely bare and exposed from her waist down. Jason had never thought of his mother as a sexual animal before, but he would never be able to look at her the same way again.
His eyes traced the curve of her legs from her ankles up and over her calves and on to her thighs until they finally rested on her exposed womanhood. His mother's pussy was soft and delicate. From across the elevator, he could make out the thin crease between the swells of her mound. She was almost completely bare except for a small tuft of brown hair just above her pussy, shaped like an inverted triangle pointing right at the target.
Rachel paused while her son examined her body. She waited for some sign of approval before continuing. As soon as his eyes made contact with her pussy his mouth opened and that was all the encouragement she needed. Her skirt fell back down around her thighs as she strode across the short distance between them. Her hands went up to his face and she pulled his mouth to hers. Taking control of the situation she lowered one hand until she was holding onto his.
With her hand leading his, Jason first felt the rustle of fabric against his hands and then felt the warm moist flesh between her legs. Rachel pressed his hands against her pussy until she felt a finger slip between the folds of her wet pussy. Jason could smell the scent of his mother's sex filling the elevator as he got further with her than he had ever been with another woman before. He knew that they would be at their floor any moment and tried to stall. But with his fingers rubbing against her pussy his guilt slowly faded away. Knowing that she wouldn't know who he was he decided there was no harm in touching her just a little bit before he made his exit. She started it after all.
With his mind made up, Jason pushed his mouth against his mother's and kissed her back. His fingers worked back and forth and side to side slipping along the length of her soaking wet pussy. She gently moaned into his lips while she rocked her hips from side to side. The motion of her body created just enough pressure against his hand to allow his finger to slip inside of her.
Rachel's lips pulled away from her son's while her low guttural moan filled the small room. His finger, already covered in her slick juices, met no resistance as it plunged deep inside of his mother's tight pussy. Jason never meant to finger fuck his mother and hoped that the elevator would reach their floor soon. He knew that he couldn't stop what he was doing without causing a scene so he left his finger inside of her while her body writhed against his hands.
Her juices were flowing down his hand and into a growing damp spot on the carpet between her legs. With one hand behind his neck and the other on his hip, his mother bucked her body against him forcing him to fuck her with his finger. His hand was so lubricated that a second finger entered her while she kept impaling herself on his hand. She screamed again as the second finger entered her. Her hips moved faster and faster against his wrist.
"Oh YES!!! Don't stop..." Her voice trailed off into a whimper.
Jason stood frozen unsure of what to do. He knew that he had already crossed the line but he remained convinced that he could still make an escape as soon as they got off the elevator. He didn't know how to stop his mother from what she was doing, but more importantly he did know that he wanted to stop her either.
Despite the fact that it was his own mother who was riding his hand like a wild animal, he couldn't ignore the fact that it was hot as hell. This was undeniably the furthest he had ever been with a girl, and his mother was by far the hottest girl he had ever made out with.
Lost in the raw sexual energy of the moment Jason's fingers twitched inside of his mother and he rubbed her while she rode him.
"That's it, right there. Oh, make me cum." She could barely speak between breaths.
Jason was amazed that this mother was begging him to make her cum, and in a hotel elevator no less. Not wanting to disappoint his mother, his fingers picked up the pace and matched the rhythm of his mother's hips as they crashed into him. To help him get a better angle he moved his other hand around her, against the gentle curve of the small of her back. He pressed against her from behind, pushing her body down onto his hand and forcing his fingers deeper into her slick pussy. Her body tensed as he took more control of the action.
"Oh.. oh.. ohhhhhhh...." She moaned as she came.
Rachel clasped her arms around her son's head and pushed her tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately as her body shook from her orgasm. Their tongues danced in the warm moistness of their mouths. Her body became rigid and the muscles inside of her pussy pulsated, contracting around his fingers, as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Jason couldn't think straight. He never intended for this to happen. His mother was now cumming on his hand. He felt her slick juices pouring from her body and onto his hand. The damp spot in the carpet grew larger with every second that passed. As much as he wanted to stop what was happening, he knew that he would never be able to. Resigning himself to whatever was about to happen, he withdrew his fingers and moved his other hand under her skirt. He gripped his mother's bare hips in both hands and pulled her into him while they kissed. Her wet pussy landed against his rock hard cock. The heat from his mother's pussy enveloped his penis through the thin fabric that separated them.
Rachel pulled her head back and looked at her young stud. Over the years, she and her husband hadn't missed one of these auction parties. At first it was a fun way for them to spice up their marriage, but over time it became a necessity. She loved the thrill of being ogled by so many men in revealing outfits and spent the weeks leading up to the party anxiously wondering who she was going to fuck that year.
It thrilled her that she didn't get to choose her mate and was instead sold off to the highest bidder, required to fuck whoever it was. Of course, this type of system led to some disappointments, but the masks helped to ensure that the same guys didn't bid on the same women each year.
Over the years, she had worked her way through several of her neighbor's husbands and several other men around town that she barely knew, but she had never been bought by a younger man before. For a moment, her mind race through the young father's in the neighborhood before she gave up, wanted to let him remain anonymous.
The thought of being fucked by a younger man made her feel warm inside. Being bought by him, and at such a high price, meant that she still had it. Even at her age, she could still turn on a younger man and she planned on making the most of the situation.
Rachel leaned in and whispered into her son's ear.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
He slowly nodded.
"Tell me what you want."
"I.." He stopped himself before saying anything more. Thinking quickly, he started again in a deeper throatier voice that she wouldn't recognize.
"I want to fuck you." He shuddered at the thought of what he just said to his own mother.
"Are you going to fuck me hard?"
"Uh huh..." He grunted.
"Tell me how hard you're going to fuck my tight little pussy." He pussy was still throbbing from her orgasm and hearing him tell her that he wanted her just made it worse.
"I'm going to fuck you harder than anyone has ever fucked you before." Again, his words surprised him. He knew it was wrong to talk to his mother like that, but the anonymity of his mask made it easier to play along with her.
"Oh, I like the sound of that. It's been a long time since I've had a good hard fucking from such a big strong cock." Rachel couldn't wait to get her young stud inside of her.
Rachel then fell to her knees and tugged on the waistband of his costume. Jason looked back at the display and saw that they had three more floors to go. He thought to himself that this must be that slowest elevator he had ever been on.
His eyes dropped back down to the sight of his mother fishing his cock out from his pants. He waited as she inched her lips closer to his cock. Her soft velvety lips slowly encased the tip of his cock before continuing down the length of his shaft. Jason couldn't believe that it was his mother who was giving him his first blowjob. He pushed that thought aside and enjoyed the feeling of her lips and tongue expertly making their way around his cock.
Through the slurping noises of his mother sucking his cock, Jason heard the ding from the elevator. His mother made a muffled noise with his cock buried inside of her mouth and then stood up.
"It's time for you fuck me like the bad girl I am." She took him by the hand and pulled him down the hallway to her room.
Jason dutifully followed his mother down the hall. His eyes glued to her thighs and the hem of her skirt as it danced across her soft skin with every step. Her body was still tingling from the orgasm that he had already given her. Feeling sexy as she walked down the hall, knowing that she was about to be fucked by one of her neighbors but that she wouldn't ever know his identity, she intentionally swung her hips in an attempt to put on a show for her unknown suitor.
It worked. Jason watched as her skirt rose up high enough to reveal the round curve of her ass and occasional glimpses of the delicate junction where her legs met between her ass and pussy. Knowing that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath her skirt made him even hornier. Jason strutted while following his own mother into the hotel room, prepared to finally lose his virginity and fuck her as hard as he could.
He had somehow reasoned with himself that if it wasn't him she would be fucking some other random guy anyway. She was begging for it after all and as long as she didn't know who he was there would be no harm in him being that guy. After all, this way he could make sure that she was safe and didn't get any diseases.
He also rationalized that losing his virginity to his own mother wasn't that big of a deal. She had already taught him so many thing things while raising him that it only seemed natural that she should be the one to teach him how to fuck a woman. After thinking it through, though, he finally admitted to himself that his mother was smoking hot and any guy would kill to be in his shoes. How could he pass up the opportunity to fuck such a gorgeous and, more importantly, willing slut even if it was his own mom.
"Well here we are." She said, turning her head slightly, as she opened the door and led him into the room.
Finally entering the room, the bed in full view, confirmed for him that he was in fact about to fuck his own mother. Before he could have second thoughts, Rachel turned towards her son and pounced. One hand snaked its way into his pants and immediately began stroking him. Her other hand caught a hold of the elastic band around his waist and pulled it down until his pants fell to the floor. Moments later, she had stripped off his shirt and he kicked off his shoes. Jason's heart pounded in his chest while he watched his mother's eyes hungrily devouring his naked body.
"Oh my." She gasped at his young athletic body. "You are far too young to be one of the neighborhood fathers."
Jason didn't say a word.
"Are you sure you know who I am?"
Jason nodded.
"Are you friends with my son Jason?"
He nodded again unsure of how she would react.
"Well, now that's an interesting twist." She thought it over for a moment before continuing.
"You know, I've often thought about fucking some of his friends."
"Oh yeah?" He struggled to conceal his voice but had to speak up as her admission piqued his curiosity.
"Seeing those hot young men running around the yard..." He voice drifted off a little.
"And in the pool..."
He could see a glazed look in her eyes as she spoke.
"Is this going to be our little secret?"
"I won't tell anyone."
"I hope not. Are you going to think about making me cum with my tight pussy wrapped around your fingers the next time you see me?"
He nodded again.
Every time she saw one of her son's friends she would ask herself if he was the one. "Was he the one who fingered her and then fucked her?" That thought alone almost sent her over the edge again.
"Have you ever fucked an older woman?"
"Not yet." He certainly wasn't going to admit that he had never fucked anyone before.
"Really?" She looked up at him and asked demurely, "Do you like my body?"
"You have an amazing body."
"Are you sure I'm not too old for such a young stud?"
Jason stepped forward and put his hands on her hips underneath her short skirt.
Pulling her into him he said, "You are so hot, I'm going to dream about your sexy body for the rest of my life."
The thought of one of her son's friends fucking her was one thing, but knowing that he was going to be fantasizing about her every time he saw her put her in a whole new world of excitement. She had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, which explains her costume and wanting to get on stage to show herself of in front of a room full of horny men. While she had noticed how attractive her son's friends were she had never thought about teasing them before. She decided that she was going to have to reconsider what she chose to wear around the house from then on.
"Do you like my legs?"
Jason's hands slowly moved up and down her legs as she spoke.
"I love your legs."
"Do you like how I look in this short skirt?" She stepped back and bent over, giving him a full view of her ass and pussy as her skirt rose up her legs.
"Oh yeah." He moaned softly.
She turned back towards him and lifted her skirt again. "Do you like my shaved pussy?"
Jason reached out and pressed his hand against her slick pussy. His mother purred as her son gently rubbed her soft mound.
"You have the most beautiful pussy that I've ever seen Mrs. Anderson." He was trying to do everything he could to let her think her was someone else.
"Call me Rachel."
"Rachel?" He asked, knowing that it wasn't her real name.
"Just for tonight."
"Is that what you like to be called when you fuck strange men in hotel rooms?"
"Yeah, that's what I use when I want to act like a slut. But you can call me anything you want as long as you fuck me with that hard cock of yours."
Jason pressed his hand harder against his mother's swollen pussy while they spoke. His other hand reached up and squeezed her breast through her costume.
"Do you like acting like a slut?" It felt incredibly bizarre to him to be talking to his mother like that.
"Who said I was just acting? I need your cock now." Jason heard the pleading in her voice.
Rachel grabbed his hand and spun him around until he backed into the bed. He fell onto his back, his erect penis proudly saluting his mother.
She walked towards the bed and bent towards him, placing her hands on either side of him. Slowly, she crept up onto the bed straddling him with her legs. The heat from her soft thighs rubbing against his sent shock waves through his body. Moments later she was staring into his eyes. Her body pressed against his, her breasts crushing against his chest beneath her weight.
She kissed him again. Jason's mind swam in the sweet taste of his mother's lips. She was more aggressive than before and quickly pushed her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back and felt something warm pressing against the tip of his cock. While they kissed, his mother was teasing him by rubbing her hot, wet pussy against his throbbing penis. She pushed just hard enough for the tip to part her lips but didn't let him enter her. She then worked her pussy along the length of his shaft, covering him in her slick juices.
Jason focused all of his attention on his shaft sliding between the soft folds of his mother's cunt. She knew exactly what she was doing and wasn't going to let him fuck her until she was ready for it.
Suddenly, she broke their kiss. He felt her body shifting and then saw her face replaced first by the soft line of her neck, followed by the swell of her breasts though the thin material of her top. Next came the black satin laces that bisected the light blue satin material stretched taught against her stomach. He knew what was coming and watched as the blue gave way to the black of her skirt. She kept moving as the lace and crinoline washed over her son's face until the wet, glistening folds of her pink flesh slowly appeared before him. Her pussy was beautifully framed by her soft delicate thighs and the small patch of brown pubic hair that pointed to his target.
With his head trapped between his mother's thighs and covered by her skirt he was overwhelmed by the sweet musky scent of her sex. Heat emanated from her pussy and poured down over his face.
Keeping enough distance to be able to see what he was doing, Jason slowly lifted his hand up between his mother's legs. He had never been so close to a pussy before and wanted to explore every inch of it. He brushed his trembling fingers over her pink, vulnerable flesh eliciting a chain of soft low moans from his mother. He marveling at the softness of her skin as his fingers easily slid across her aching pussy, lubricated by her own juices.
With two fingers he parted her lips and gently worked a single finger into her hole. Her pussy contracted around his finger, signaling her approval to his welcomed intrusion.
Jason pulled his finger from her pussy and brought it to his lips. He tasted her sweet juices and decided that he wanted more. He arched his neck and tenderly kissed his mother's pussy. He reveled in the warmth of her soft flesh as he pressed his lips against her.Another moan escaped Rachel's lips as her son's lips kissed her pussy.
"Oh... yessss....." She rocked her head back and pushed her body against her son's mouth.
Jason gently sucked on her pussy, pulling her lips between his. He applied pressure until she moaned again. Jason's tongue pushed past his lips and against hers. He started out with a long slow pass of his tongue along the entire length of her pussy. He could tell by her reaction that he was doing a good job, which encouraged him to continue.
Jason's tongue pressed against his mother's body until her pussy yielded and spread apart for him. He was struck by the softer, smoother texture of her skin inside of her pussy. Rachel's son had gotten her worked up enough that a steady stream of her juices was flowing from her pussy into her son's mouth and down his chin.
He swirled his tongue around the opening of her hole for a little while before letting it march upwards towards the soft nub of her clit. Rachel was in heaven as her son gently bit down on her clit with his teeth. He tugged on her flesh and rolled it between his lips.
"Oh god yes! Don't stop licking my pussy..." She pleaded for him to make her cum again.
His tongue darted out and circled her clit, applying more and more pressure until he felt her body tensing up. Rachel's sweat-soaked thighs clamped down around her son's face as she came. He lapped at her pussy while she moaned, grinding her hips into his face. Jason noticed the sweet slick liquid that had flowed from his mother's pussy had become thicker and tasted mustier. He eagerly drank in her cream as his tongue prolonged her orgasm.
His head was trapped between his mother's sweaty convulsing thighs, her skirt still draped over him. The heat from her body and the thick pungent perfume of her arousal bombarded him as he watched her quivering pussy inches from his face. All Jason could see was his mother's wet, pink flesh and the small tuft of matted down curls above her pussy. Her soft skin glistened from a mixture of her sweat and juices. His eyes continued to examine the contours of her womanhood. He committed every fold and crease of her pussy to his memory, knowing that he would spend the rest of his life jerking off to the image in front of him.
Suddenly, her body slumped down over him as she slid down from her perch. Rachel's hot pussy slid along her son's chest leaving a slick trail behind it. The fresh air of the room hit Jason like a brick in the face as his mother's skirt glided across his face. Rachel positioned herself over her son's cock and waited with his tip just barely parting her pussy lips.
They both took a moment to catch their breath. The bed shook as they panted heavily. Jason watched his mother's heaving chest rise and fall, pushing her soft globes against the already tight top.
She looked down at her son in disbelief that she was actually about to fuck one of the neighborhood boys. That she didn't know who it was only made it better. She decided that in order for her to tease him she would have to show off her body to all of her son's friends. This opened up a whole new world of opportunities for her.
"That was amazing."
Jason saw a twinkle in her eye as she spoke and knew that she was being completely honest.
"I could lick your pussy all night long Rachel." A grin spread from ear to ear as he spoke.
"I just might have to take you up on the offer sometime." She said with a wink.
"I need your cock in me." She continued with a growl. "I need you to fuck me like the dirty slut that I am."
Overcome by the moment, Jason shocked himself by what he said next.
"You are a dirty little slut aren't you?"
"I need you inside of me right now!" She snapped back at him.
Jason placed his hands on his mother's hips and thrust his hips into her. His cock crashed through her pussy lips as he penetrated his mother for the first time. Looking up, he saw her head thrown back and her long, brown hair dangling down behind her back as she supported herself on locked arms against his chest.
"Oh yes, your cock feels so good." Rachel moaned as her son filled her cavity.
"Yeah, you like it?" He said as his hips crashed into hers. His cock was now fully buried inside of his mother.
"Yes. I love your cock. Fuck me hard."
Jason didn't want to move. The sensation of his mother's tight pussy pressing tightly against his hard cock was better that he ever imagined. The pressure from her muscles was almost enough to make him cum that instant. Jason slowly pulled his cock back, inch by inch he retreated from his mother's tight, wet pussy.
A soft moan escaped Rachel's lips as her son's cock slid from her dripping pussy.
Jason stopped when just the tip of his cock was still inside of her. He looked back up at his mother and saw for the first time the look of ecstasy on her face. She was glowing not just from her past two orgasms but also knowing that there was more to come.
He couldn't resist anymore and reached up to grab her breasts. He pushed the two straps from her shoulders and pulled down to reveal her milky white breasts. He grabbed onto her breasts in each hand and massaged her as he eased his cock back inside of her.
"Oh yes, make me cum again."
He felt her flesh against his as he filled her up again. His hands explored her breasts while his cock explored her pussy. Rachel clawed at her son's chest as he began to fuck her in earnest. He worked up a slow powerful rhythm that filled the room with the sound of their sweaty body slapping against each other.
He loved that he was able to watch her while he fucked her. He could see the look of lust on his mother's face, knowing that he was the reason why she was sweating and begging for more of his cock.
She leaned forward until he was able to wrap his lips around one of her nipples. It was already very sensitive when he bit it with his lips, sending a chill through her body.
"Faster, harder... I want to feel your cum inside of me!" She demanded.
Jason picked up his pace and pounded his cock into his mother's tight pussy as hard and as fast as he could. He too wanted to feel his cum inside of her.
"Oh yes! Don't stop." She whimpered.
The next thing Jason felt was his mother's pussy clamping down on him with so much force that his cock erupted inside of her. His mother cooed as she felt the first blast of his hot sticky cum force its way deep inside of her. Her pussy contracted in time with his orgasm draining him of every drop of cum. He couldn't believe how much cum was pouring out of him. His cock kept twitching with every shot that filled her up. After what felt like an eternity, Jason's cock slowly softened and slipped from his mother's pussy.
Rachel looked down at her son and said, "That was incredible. I've never been fucked like that in my life!"
She smiled and then rolled onto the bed. They both remained still except for their breathing for several minutes.
Jason turned to face his mother.
"You are a slut aren't you?" That is how he was going to see her from then on, as a slut filled with his cum.
"With a cock like that, I'll fuck you anytime and anywhere you want." Jason made a mental note of her willingness to fuck him again.
"Oh yeah."
With a smile she reassured him.
"Anytime, anywhere."
"I like the sound of that." Jason knew that he wasn't going to be able to stop. He needed to fuck her again and again.
"So do I."
Rachel's hand moved over to her son's flaccid penis and stroked it as they stared into each other's eyes. Her fingers traces lined through the slick coating on his cock and eventually her fingers wrapped around his soft shaft. Jason couldn't believe how his night had turned out. Not only did he lose his virginity to a hot slut, she was still horny.
Jason started to speak, but then caught himself while she stroked his cock.
"What?" She asked wryly, trying to coax it out of him.
"Well.. I was thinking.."
"Yeah."
Jason wasn't sure if he was about to push it too far, but he couldn't stop now.
"Well, it's just that you look so hot dressed up like that."
"And?" She teased.
"I would love to see more of you, if you know what I mean."
"Are you suggesting that I dress like a slut more often?" She asked playfully, her hand still playing with his cock.
Rachel had already decided that she was going to start teasing her son's friends, but she got a kick out of his nervousness.
"Yeah, I think that would be hot."
"And what would I get out of it?"
"You get to know that everyone will be thinking about fucking you."
"Yeah, you think?"
"With a body like that, I can guarantee it."
"Is that all I get?"
"What else do you want?"
"You."
"You want me?"
"I want to fuck you again."
Jason thought it over. As long as he kept the mask, he figured he could come up with a way for him to fuck her again without revealing his identity.
"So, if I promise to fuck you again you'll dress like a slut all the time?"
"All the time? Even when you're not there?"
Jason liked where this was going.
"Yeah, since you never know when I'll be there to see you you'll just have to show yourself off to everyone, even when you're alone." He threw in the last part to help ensure that she would give him a good show around the house even when his friend's weren't over.
The other fantasy that Rachel always had beside exhibitionism was being dominated by a man. Not in an S&M kind of way, but being told what to do and even what to wear. She had never been able to get her husband to understand, and now here was this young stud ready and willing to make both of her fantasies come true.
"I guess you have a point, but when can we fuck again?"
"Well, if you do a good job acting and dressing like a slut every day then I'll come for you."
"So I just have to wait for you to take me?" Rachel felt the walls closing in on her, she was giving control to her young masked lover and she liked it.
"I'll come for you when I'm ready." Jason was enjoying his new position of power over his hot, willing mom.
Throughout their conversation, Rachel increased her pressure and kept stroking her son's cock as it slowly regained its former glory.
"It would be a shame to waste this, don't you think?"
His mother was now rapidly jerking him off.
"Come over here." She said while moving to the end of the bed.
Rachel positioned her son so that he was sitting up on the edge of the bed and she knelt down between his legs.
"I just can't get enough of this hard cock of yours." She looked into his eyes with a mischievous grin.
Jason watched his mother's face disappear into his lap as her lips again enveloped his cock. She sucked him for five minutes before coming up for air. A thin string of his cum stretched from his mother's lip to the tip of his glistening cock as she took a breather. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and started stroking him with a firm grip as she lowered her lips back to his tip. Rachel swallowed her son's cock and sucked on it while jerking him off with her hand. The combination of the two was too much for Jason and he felt another surge coming.
"Unggghhh..." He grunted as she worked on his cock.
Sensing what was coming next, Rachel pulled her head back while she kept stroking him with her hand. Seeing that was a big letdown for him as he looked forward to having his mother swallow his cum. She made up for his disappointment though.
She kept stroking him until his cock expanded in her hand and released another blast of hot sticky cum through the air. Rachel leaned her head back and caught her son's cum right on her neck. He watched his thick white cream splash against her smooth skin and drip down her chest. The next blast landed perfectly just above her right nipple and another landed between her soft breasts. Still stroking him, she moved her head down and caught the next shot of his cum on her left cheek.
The sight before him, of his mother covered in his cum, got him so horny that he felt his cock kick into high gear. Another two shot landed on her face, one on her right eye and the other on her nose, before she again took him into her mouth to finish him off. The warmth of his mother's mouth forced several more shots of his cum out of his cock. Slowly, his cumming ebbed and his penis softened again.
Rachel pulled her head back and smiled at her son. He could see a pool of his white cream covering the inside of her mouth before she finally swallowed.
"And that's how a slut gives blowjob." Rachel proudly declared.
"Now, every time you see me I want you to remember this moment. At your feet and covered in your cum right after you sucked and fucked my brains out. I'm yours anytime; all you have to do is take me."
"Don't worry Rachel, this won't be the last you see of me, and don't forget our arrangement."
"I promise, I'll be a good little tease and show myself off to everybody from now on."
Jason was exhausted and his head was spinning, but he knew it was time to leave.
"I'm sure you'll do a great job as a cocktease, especially for your son and his friends. But I think I'd better get back to the party now."
"I can't wait for more of that hard cock."
"Don't worry, I'll come for you again after you've shown the world what kind of slut you really are."
Hearing those words let Rachel know that she had finally found what she had been looking for; someone to take control and use her and show her off to the world like she always wanted. The sensation of giving up control to a man made her nervous, but knowing that she would have another chance to ride his cock was all the motivation that she needed. She never would have guessed that the night would end with one of her son's friends fucking her silly and then coercing her into a life of public exhibitionism.
Jason leaned forward and kissed his mother one last time. The taste of his salty cum didn't bother him as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He got up off the bed and put his clothes back on before leaving his mother, half naked and covered in his cum.
As the doors to the elevator opened, Jason saw a large wet spot on the carpet and a pair of crumpled up panties in the corner. He pressed the button for the lobby and then picked up his mother's panties. Pulling them to his nose he could still detect her delicate aroma. His cock immediately started getting hard again thinking about whether or not his plan was going to work. Jason spent the ride home still coming to grips with what had just taken place. With the help of his friend Scott, he had crashed a swingers auction and through dumb luck ended up bidding on and winning an incredibly hot and horny older woman for the night. It just turned out that the hot and horny older woman he won was his mother. Of course he didn't discover who she was until it was too late, due to the face masks that everyone was required to wear. But even after finding out that he was making out with his mother Jason couldn't resist the opportunity in front of him. Especially because he still wore his mask and she would never know that it was her son that she was begging to fuck her.
He knew that he would never be able to get the image of his mother, on the floor of the hotel room covered in his cum, out of his mind. He would never forget the feeling of her soft flesh against him or the taste and smell of her pussy. He was determined to fuck her again. He considered it a stroke of genius that he was bold enough to convince her to begin dressing like a slut and showing off her body. He just hoped that she would follow through with her promise to dress and act like a slut in front of him and his friends from then on.
Jason was dead tired by the time he got home. His mind was still reeling from the possibilities. He passed out as soon as his head hit his pillow.
Rachel cleaned as much of her son's cum from her body as she could before leaving the hotel room and then met her husband in the lobby. She was still reliving the best sex that she had ever had and didn't say a word as they drove home.
One of the things that helped keep their marriage alive was the one day each year that she was able to get on stage and show off her body, tempting every guy in the room to fuck her. Rachel had long ago accepted that her deepest sexual fantasy was to show off her body to men, but that night she discovered an even more powerful desire burning inside of her. She wanted to have someone else control her and force her to do whatever he wanted. She wanted to give control of her own sexuality to someone else and that night in the hotel room she found someone who would took control her - she just didn't know that it was her son who she was giving control to.
Rachel knew that she needed to feel his cock inside of her again and she was determined to do whatever it took to make sure that she did.
The next morning Jason stayed in bed with a raging hard-on as he replayed the night over in his head. He convinced himself that it was all just a dream, a figment of his overactive adolescent imagination, despite the fact that his mother's juices still covered his cock and the faint scent of her sweet pussy still permeated the air.
It wasn't until he smelled bacon frying that he finally stirred. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and went down for breakfast.
Jason's mother woke up to her husband getting dressed for his morning run. She could barely think straight through the fog of her hangover. Despite her aching head she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. She had just been fucked like never before by a stranger who was much younger than she was. She could still feel her mystery lover's young hard cock inside of her aching pussy. The best part of it for her was that she still didn't know who he was except that it was one of her son's friends. The mystery allowed her to accept his control more easily and would lead her to imagine each of her son's friends cocks inside of her every time she was in their presence. That thought alone was almost too much for her. She also loved the fact that she now had a reason to carry out her exhibitionist fantasy during the rest of the year and was planning doing whatever her mystery man wanted even if it includes giving her son and his friends a show.
Rachel lingered in bed after her husband left. She replayed the events of the previous night in her head while her hand slid between her legs. Her pussy was sore but was aching for another orgasm. She could still taste her sons cock in her mouth as she fingered herself. Images of her son's friends flashed through her head. She pictured their hard naked bodies all over her. She wondered if there was some way that she could convince them to all fuck her at the same time. The thought of being fucked by a roomful of young studs pushed her over the edge. Rachel's pussy clamped down around her fingers as she came. Her legs tensed up and her hips thrust high up into the air as her cum dripped from between her thighs.
After masturbating, Rachel was starving but couldn't bring herself to shower so she washed her face and scrubbed her chest enough to clean off the dried cum that still clung to her skin. She decided that she should begin her new exhibitionist lifestyle that morning but was disappointed when she realized that she didn't have much that she could wear to show off her body and noted that a shopping trip was in order.
One word rang through her head as she searched her wardrobe from something suitable to wear; "cocktease". She heard his voice encouraging her as she picked out a long black satin night gown that she usually only wore on the few occasions that she wanted to seduce her husband. Even though it was floor length, she knew that it was still very sexy on her. The top had a halter strap that tied together around her neck and the back was fully exposed down to just above her ass. The back opened around the side enough to expose the sides of her ample breasts and revealed a portion of their undersides as well. The neckline plunged between her breasts and exposed even more of her flesh in the front.
It was Rachel's favorite gown because it clung to her body perfectly. It hugged her breasts, ass and thighs like a second skin and then fell loosely to the floor. The thought of someone besides her husband seeing her dressed like that filled her head with infinite possibilities.
Jason stumbled into the kitchen and immediately did a double take. From the outside, there was nothing overtly lewd or sexual about what his mother was wearing. But he knew better. He knew that she would never have walked around the house in a nightgown like that without a robe over it. He also knew that she was always up early and showered and dressed properly by that hour. From her unkempt hair, Jason could tell that she had only recently gotten up and had not yet showered since he fucked her. His mind flashed to the sight of his mother on the floor of the hotel room covered in his cum and he wondered if his cum still covered her breasts, thighs and pussy beneath the thin silk gown she wore.
He also thought to himself that she looked like she had just finished having wild sex. Jason reflected to himself that maybe last night wasn't a dream and maybe she was actually following his instructions. He felt his cock stirring at the prospect that his plan might actually work.
Jason stood in the doorway and admired his mother. The morning light through the window cast a glow upon her skin. He noticed his mother's legs and ass through the thin material and watched her body beneath the flowing fabric. He wanted to fuck her again so badly but he knew that he had to wait. He knew that being able to control her anonymously would be much more satisfying than a quick fuck in the kitchen.
"Good morning honey" Rachel said to her son over her shoulder as she cooked.
"Morning, mom." He mumbled while continuing to stare at her.
Watching his mother, Jason came to two conclusions. The first was that she was definitely doing what he told her to do, which meant that he would definitely be able to fuck her again, and the second was that she was not wearing panties or a bra. It was obvious, given the open back, that she wasn't wearing a bra but it took him a few minutes to decide that she didn't have any panties on.
As his mother shifted her weight and moved around the kitchen, Jason's eyes were glued to her ass and legs. The thin gown that she wore left nothing to the imagination. He could see each muscle in her ass flexing beneath the black fabric with every step she took. There is no way that he wouldn't notice panty lines under something so thin and so tight against her body.
His eyes darted up to her breasts as she reached for the frying pan and marveled at the fact that he was able to clearly see so much of her skin. Blood raced to his cock while he watched the soft mounds of her flesh as she moved.
Jason's cock sprang to full salute while lusting after his mother and he didn't feel a shred of guilt. Rachel, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable putting her body on display for her son but she was prepared to do anything for another night with her mysterious lover.
She casually served breakfast, making idle chit-chat while they ate. Even though she was following his orders to show herself off, she had no idea that it was her son who had fucked her the night before and had set out to transform her into his slutty toy.
Jason struggled to concentrate on anything but his mother's swollen nipples pressing against the thin satin gown. Rachel noticed her son's eyes lingering on her chest and realized that her hard nipples easily visible through the thin gown. She realized that even her own son couldn't resist the urge to stare at her body and knew that she would have fun teasing him and the rest of his friends. Despite the guilt that she was flaunting her body in front of her son, she couldn't help but feel aroused at the same time. She knew that she was dressed for sex and that must be what was on his mind.
After they ate, Jason cleared the table and caught a whiff of his mother's sex in the air as he passed by. He would recognize that smell anywhere and even though he suspected that she hadn't showered yet he was surprised at how noticeable her scent was. He imagined that his mother's pussy was still filled with his cum and his thick cream was dripping from her pussy as she served him breakfast.
Jason was so turned on by the end of breakfast that he needed to jerk off badly. He quickly ducked out after cleaning up, but not without first telling his mother that some of his friends would be stopping by later. He couldn't wait to test her and made sure he planted the seed right away.
After breakfast, Jason ran right up to his room and jerked off before taking a shower. In the shower, he jerked off again while thinking about fucking his mother. He knew that he was sick and had crossed a line, but as long as he controlled her he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself. He spent the rest of the morning calling his friends and making plans.
Rachel also ran up to her room after breakfast and again fingered herself. Even though she didn't have any sexual thoughts for her son she still felt liberated and sexy in a way that she had never felt before. She was still horny after her shower but decided to wait until later to relieve herself.
She spent a half hour searching her wardrobe for the sluttiest thing she could find; which ended up being a white tank top and a pair of cut-off jean shorts over a matching set of black lace bra and panties. The thin white top clearly revealed the black lace bra beneath it and her cut-off shorts, which she never intended to wear outside of the house, were cut short enough that part of the pockets stuck out through the leg holes. Even though it was a mild winter, Rachel still needed to cover up a little and put on a button down sweater before leaving the house.
Rachel struggled to focus as she drove to the mall. Images of her son's friends kept cycling through her imagination as she drove. Initially she wanted nothing more than to know who it was that had fucked her the night before, but she soon came to realize that there was much more in store for her because she didn't know. She knew that the best thing for her to do was to follow her instructions and show off her body to everyone like he told her to.
She spent the morning pampering herself at the salon. She got a fresh coat on her nails and tried out a new hairstyle that she thought might appeal to younger men. Her next stop was shoes and other accessories and then finally she went to the high-end department store that took up the entire north side of the mall. By this time in the day, Rachel was carrying enough bags that she had to resort to using a shopping cart. Rachel slowly made her way through the women's department loading up her cart as she went along. It had been a while since she had really been shopping and decided that this was a good reason to treat herself and refresh her entire wardrobe.
After making a complete circuit of the store, Rachel headed to the dressing room. On of the things she liked most about this particular store was the dressing room. It felt more like a lounge and provided plenty of room in each of the stalls that lined the hallway. The individual stalls were separated from the hallway by a thick curtain strung across a rod. Between each of the stalls was a small backless leather bench meant for husbands who were waiting for their wives to decide what to buy and what made them look fat. At the far end of the hallway was an elevated platform surrounded by a semi-circle of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. It provided women with an easy way to see how something looked from every angle before actually buying it.
Rachel pushed her cart into one of the stalls and pulled the curtain closed behind her. She felt like a kid in a candy store. She had never bought to much clothes at one time before and she certainly never bought so much clothes that was designed to show off her body before.
She began with the underwear. She had decided to replace most of her existing underwear collection and so she picked out a large assortment new pieces. Most of what she selected was matching sets of silk and lace bras and panties. Many of the panties were thongs but she also found a few g-strings that she liked. The panties that got her the most excited however were a pair of purple mesh bikini briefs with black lace trim.
Looking at her body, naked except for the panties, she liked that the material was thin enough that her pussy was clearly visible but was disappointed that she couldn't see what they looked like from behind in her dressing room. She decided that the best way to get a peek of her ass in the panties was by using the mirror at the end of the hallway. She threw on a simple lime green linen dress that she had already tried on and stepped out into the hallway. Rachel saw that a man was sitting on one of the benches, waiting for his wife she assumed.
Rachel was already feeling horny enough that she wasn't going to let an audience stop her. The man was trying to focus his attention on some distant object in the other direction as she made her way to the elevated platform. Rachel watched the man in the mirror as she looked herself over. She already knew that she wanted the dress but she thought she might be able to get his attention before she was bold enough to check out the panties.
While trying to act like she was oblivious to the man, Rachel turned and twisted in front of the mirror. She bent over and watched herself over her shoulder while she ran her hands across her body, letting them linger on her breasts for a moment. It was at that point that she knew she had his attention and decided to go for it. She stood up and faced her back to the mirror. Looking over her shoulder, she smoothed the backside of the dress and then slowly lifted it up until her entire ass was exposed. She struggled not to be obvious, but her eyes were glued on his which were glued on her ass. She took a moment to enjoy the view herself and appreciated how the thin material stretched across her firm ass leaving the valley between on display.
The thought of some guy watching her like this sent a chill through her body. Knowing that his wife was likely only feet away made it even more thrilling to her.
While holding up the dress with one hand, Rachel ran her other hand across her ass. She then looked forward and caught the guilty voyeur's eyes with hers. His face lit up like a beet as he quickly turned away. But it was too late, she caught him.
Rachel waited a moment before fixing her dress and stepping down from the platform. She silently padded down the hallway on bare feet and positioned herself in front of him. He tried to keep looking away but she took his chin in her hand and turned his face towards her.
With a devious smile across her face Rachel looked right into his eyes and asked; "Well?"
She waited a moment for him to respond before continuing.
"What do you think of the dress?"
He was too afraid to say anything. He had just been caught staring at a woman in the dressing room and his wife was in the stall next to him. He didn't know if she was mad or what, but he didn't want to find out.
"I don't know," She released his chin and continued as she playfully twirled in front of him. "Do you think it's too short?"
She teased the hem of the dress in her hand and slowly lifted it up. Rachel watched his eyes widen as her thighs appeared before him. His mouth gaped. He had still not managed to say a word.
"Or do you think it should be shorter?" The hem of the dress was now inching its was up to her panties. He wondered how far she was going to go.
In an attempt to encourage her, he nodded his head in agreement and blurted "Shorter."
"Are you sure?" Rachel's voice took on a flirty tone.
The man's head rocked up and down like a bobblehead doll. Her dress continued up until her panties were fully visible.
Rachel could feel herself getting wetter while she teased this poor man. His eyes took in the sight of her pussy, only partially obscured by her thin purple mesh panties. She moved a hand between her legs and pressed against her panties. She began to rub her pussy through the material as she spoke.
"Do you like this?"
"Yes..." His voice trailed off as he spoke.
"What was that dear?" A voice from behind the curtain shattered the silence in the hallway. It was his wife.
Rachel froze, not interested in getting this poor guy in trouble, she released the dress letting it fall into place.
"N...Nothing honey. It was just a salesperson." He was quick under pressure.
Rachel knew that the show was over and gave him one last knowing smile before retreating to the solitude of her dressing room.
The rush of exposing herself was all-consuming. Rachel would never have guessed a week ago that she could bring herself to do such a thing but here she was. Not only did she just give some random guy a peek of her pussy she was so horny that she was desperate to masturbate in a department store dressing room. Her young lover had released something within her; a burning and neglected desire to expose herself. She knew that she had taken a bold step and though it was just the beginning she knew that there was no turning back.
Inside her private room, Rachel hesitated before closing the curtain. She noticed that her nervous voyeur was able to see into her room. She teased him with the curtain but left it open enough for him to get a good view. Stepping back into the middle of the room she unbuttoned the three buttons at the top of the dress and slowly revealed her breasts to him, she then pushed the two spaghetti straps from her shoulders. The green dress danced across her quivering body as it fell to the floor.
Facing the man, wearing only the purple see-through panties, Rachel's heart raced. She had never been so forward before. At least the Halloween auction was a controlled setting with people who were in on it. This was something entirely different. She was giving a complete stranger a strip tease in a very public setting. She loved ever second of it.
Rachel hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her hips. They joined the dress in a heap on the floor. Rachel was finally standing before him naked. She waited for a moment, a moment that felt like an eternity, and then disappeared behind the curtain.
The man was disappointed that the show was over, but he kept watching the opening just in case. He wasn't disappointed for long.
Rachel reappeared in the opening dressed in a new outfit. She had put on one of her new pairs of black high heels and she wore a black lace chemise with a demi cup and an open back. The black lace lingerie clung to her body. The demi cups barely covered her nipples, leaving most of her aureoles and breasts on display. The hem of the dress was just long enough to cover the matching black lace g-string, or at least it would have if she was wearing it.
As much as she liked the idea of being naked in front of an audience, there was something about lingerie that made her feel even sexier.
She positioned herself on the bench on the far end of the room so that he would be able to see her clearly. Rachel massaged her breasts as she spread her legs apart until her neatly trimmed, and very wet, pussy was proudly on display. She bit her finger and then traced a line down between her breasts. She moaned as her hand made contact with her bare flesh. She was so horny that she was already on the verge of orgasm. Rachel closed her eyes and leaned her head back while she finger-fucked herself in front of her new friend.
Rachel was lost in her thoughts. Too much had happened too fast for her to fully digest it all. Her mind drifted back to the night before in the elevator. She remembered lifting her skirt for her new lover. She could feel his breathe on her neck, his hand against her flesh, and his cock in her mouth. She moaned again as her finger explored the depths of her pussy. Her back arched out as she imagined her mystery man's cock sliding inside of her. She almost lost control as she came but she managed to stifle her voice by shoving her hand into her mouth. She bit down on her own flesh as her body writhed on the bench.
It took a minute before Rachel was able to compose herself enough to get back up. She walked to the opening in the curtain and blew a kiss to her biggest fan before closing the curtain. She took her time organizing the clothes that she intended to buy and decided to wear the linen dress and purple panties home. By the time that she left the stall the hallway was empty. Her admirer had left with his wife and she imagined that he would waste no time fucking her brains out as soon as they got home. She got a thrill knowing that he would be thinking about her while he fucked his unsuspecting wife.
She felt good about herself as she strutted though the store and she knew that her master would have been proud of her too. She paid for her clothes and loaded up her car. On the way home she grew anxious about which of her son's friends would be at the house. As soon as she walked into the house, her arms loaded with bags, she realized that she had spent too much time shopping. Her son, Jason, was sitting on the couch watching TV alone. She had missed her first chance to put on a show for his friends.
Despite her disappointment, she was still feeling high from the show at the mall. She popped her head into the living room to inquire about her son's plans and was told that his friends had already left. She excused herself to her bedroom to unpack her new wardrobe before her husband got home and finally realized how much she bought.
Jason spent the entire morning and afternoon running through different scenarios in his head. He suspected that his mother was now a willing participant in his game but he needed to be sure. He also realized that he needed a way to control her without revealing who he was. He took a risk and left a note for his mother in her room, hoping that she would see it before his father came home. He also went into town while she was out shopping and bought himself a new cell phone. It wasn't cheap, but he had saved enough money and figured that this was as worthy a cause as any.
After setting up the new phone he figured out how to forward his calls and texts from his other phone to the new one. This allowed him to use just one phone while disguising his identity from his mother.
As she began to unpack her shopping bags Rachel noticed a note hanging on the outside of the closet door.
It read: "Rachel, I can still taste your sweet pussy on my lips. I know that you've been thinking about my cock all day long. I got quite a bargain, fucking you was worth far more than the $600 that I paid for you."
Rachel stopped reading to digest the last sentence. She had been participating in the Halloween auction for years, but had never thought of it as actually selling her body for sex. It was for charity after all. But now, seeing the words on paper made her realize that she had in fact been selling herself. A shiver ran through her body as she slowly accepted that she was no different than a prostitute. To her surprise, the realization did not bother her. In fact it turned her on. Selling herself to the highest bidder and being forced to do whatever he wanted. It even made her feel good about herself that someone would pay so much just to fuck her.
She continued reading. "Even though it was a bargain, that doesn't change the fact that I bought you. I own you now." A warmth passed through her body as his tone changed.
"I told you that you would get to feel my cock inside of you again if you followed through with your promise. Do you remember what you promised?"
How could she forget? After letting her mystery lover cover her in his cum she promised to show the world what a slut she really was. That was her ultimate secret, on the outside she appeared to be a doting mother and loving housewife but underneath it all she was nothing but a cock hungry slut. After all these years all it took was this young man to force her to admit it to herself to finally free her to become what she truly was.
"You promised to be a cocktease for your son and his friends. Of course I expect you to live up to your promise, but I don't want you to stop there. I expect you to show off your hot body to every guy you see from now on. The only condition is that you are not to have sex with anyone, especially your husband. Anyone who would allow his wife to sell herself for sex does not deserve you."
Jason wanted to make sure that the only real sexual release that she got was from him. The last thing that he wanted was for his mother to get horny from flashing all day and then satisfy herself by fucking his dad.
Rachel felt warm inside as she read the note. She realized that her young lover was setting boundaries and that he was being protective of her. She appreciated that and felt more comfortable with him being in charge of her body as a result.
"The rules are simple. You will do everything possible to show your body off, around your house and all over town. Every morning you will take a picture of what panties you are wearing and you will send it to the phone number on the bottom of this page. Every night you will wear sexy lingerie and you will take a picture and send it to me. You are to masturbate every day, but you need my permission before having sex. I want you to leave the curtains in your bedroom open. You will also leave your bedroom door open when you are getting dressed. From now on you have no privacy everything is a show. So that I know that you are prepared to accept me as your master I want you to send me a picture of your panties right now. If you follow through on your promise, I will follow through on mine and you will get to have my cock inside of you again."
Rachel's knees were weak by the time she finished the note. She took a moment to digest it all and then walked over to her windows. She slowly pulled open the curtains and stared out of the window. The fading sun bathed her body in its glow. She was liberated.
Standing in front of her bedroom window, Rachel reached for her cell phone with one hand and the hem of her dress in the other. She lifted up her dress, revealing her wet panties to any of her neighbors who cared enough to watch. She took a picture and then sent it off to her master.
Jason was sitting on the couch nervously waiting for some response. He half-expected his mother to storm out of her bedroom in a fit and call the police to report a stalker/pervert. He was anxious to see if she would actually do as he asked. Not long after she disappeared to her room he snapped back to reality when a familiar chirp from his new phone cut through the air. He had a text message.
The message was a single picture; the most beautiful picture that he had ever seen. It was a close-up shot of his mother's panties. He could see the details of her pussy through the thin material. He remembered every contour from the night before. The damp fabric clung to her body, accentuating her womanly charms. But as much as Jason liked the picture he liked what it represented much more. It meant that she was his. It meant that she would do whatever he told her to. Now he just needed to find a way to fuck her again.
Rachel finished sorting through her old wardrobe, deciding what to keep, and then prepared herself for dinner. She didn't feel like cooking so she decided to order pizza for the family. That simple decision sprouted another thought in her head as well.
Rachel did as she was told and opened her bedroom door before changing into a new outfit. She stood in the middle of her bedroom while undressing. The linen dress fell effortlessly to the ground, leaving her in just her panties. She felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable with her windows and doors open. Anyone could see her like that, including her son. She took her time and posed for an imaginary audience before retreating to her closet.
While deciding what to wear, she took a minute to order the pizza. She instructed the delivery guy to come to the side entrance of the house.
The dress that she eventually picked out for the night was not overtly sexy but it would serve its purpose. It was a designer dress that she had bought that afternoon. The pale pink dress was made of an impossibly thin silk that caressed her skin as it draped across her body. It was a wrap around dress that was held together on by a clasp on the left hip. The skirt portion of the dress ended several inches above her knees and the neckline was deep enough that a bra was out of the question, which meant that the only other clothing she would wear was her purple panties and a pair of tan high heel sandals.
By the time that Rachel finished getting dressed and touching up her makeup, it was almost time for the pizza to arrive. She found her husband and son where she knew they would be; planted in front of the TV in the living room. She knew that they wouldn't move until after they finished eating, which is exactly what she wanted.
After checking on her family, she pulled some cash from her wallet and then waited in the alcove of the side entrance. She didn't have to wait long until she heard the car door and then spied the unsuspecting pizza delivery guy making his way to the side entrance. Rachel had to resist opening the door too eagerly when he finally rang the bell. Rachel attempted in vain to make chitchat with the delivery guy who was in a hurry to go. She stood in the open doorway with her left hand on her hip and handed him the money with her other.
After she paid for the pizza, Rachel reached out for the box and discreetly managed to unhook the only thing holding her dress together. With her arms partially extended her dress opened across her body like a curtain revealing the grand prize on a game show. The cold winter air crashed against her warm flesh. A gentle shake of her torso was all it took to dislodge the shoulder straps from their perch, sending her silk dress down around her feet.
The delivery guy's mouth gaped open as his eyes took in the sight of the beautiful nearly naked woman before him. Rachel could feel his eyes exploring her quivering body. She wanted him to fuck her but knew that she couldn't have him. As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened she reached for the box and slowly stepped back into the house. She gave the slack-jawed delivery guy another long pause before finally closing the door.
Rachel's heart was racing as the warmth of her house enveloped her like a blanket. Putting the box down, she quickly pulled up her dress. She paused long enough to slip her hand into the front of her panties. Her fingers slid effortlessly across her sopping wet pussy. She needed relief but didn't want to risk getting caught. She took a moment to fix her dress and then brought the pizza in to her family.
Knowing that she didn't have much time, she excused herself and went straight up to her bedroom. She caught herself as she started closing the door but left it open.
Rachel went straight to her nightstand, kicked off her panties and then collapsed onto her bed.
Jason thought that it was strange for his mother to disappear during dinner. Curious, he excused himself and quietly scaled the stairs. His parent's bedroom was at the top of the first flight stairs. He could see that she had obeyed him by leaving the door open but was shocked by what came into his view as he approached the room.
His mother was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and dangling from the edge. Her head was arched back, which meant that he could see her but she couldn't see him. Her spread legs were pointing right at the open doorway.
Her dress was open and the silk lay crumpled at her sides. Both of her hands were between her legs, pleasuring herself.
Rachel knew that she didn't have much time so she hurried.
Jason watched his mother's one hand rubbing her clit while her other hand rocked back and forth against her pussy. It took him a minute to notice what she had in her hand.
Rachel had retrieved her trusty dildo and was vigorously fucking herself with it as her son watched.
Her hand pulled the rubber cock from her dripping pussy and then slammed it back deep inside of herself. It took every ounce of restraint to hold back her moans as she fucked herself. Instead, they came out as strained whimpers.
Jason couldn't believe that his mother was fucking herself with such a large dildo. He had never considered sex toys before and thought that he might need to add that to his agenda for her.
He suspected that she was nearing a climax but he didn't want her to catch him spying. Jason sneaked back downstairs and grabbed another slice while the scene he just witnessed played on a loop in his mind.
Rachel's body shook as she came. The thrill of showing off her body was driving her crazy. She needed a real cock.
Rachel joined her family in the living room several minutes after Jason. He noticed that her hair was tussled and that she was slightly out of breathe. His mind raced. With his phone in his hand his eyes darted back and forth between his mother and the close-up shot of her panties. He wondered if she even bothered putting them back on.
Jason tapped out a quick message asking her to send him another shot of her panties. A distant chirp beckoned Rachel back to her bedroom. Shortly after she left, Jason's phone vibrated in his hand. He had decided after receiving her first picture that it was best to keep his phone on silent mode so that she wouldn't hear that he was getting her texts.
The message from his mother had two attachments. The first was a picture of her panties, crumpled into a ball on top of her hamper. The second was a shot of her pussy glistening in the moonlight from her juices.
Jason couldn't believe his luck. His mother had turned out to be much more of a slut than he had ever imagined. He figured that she had flashed the pizza guy and then got so turned on that she needed to fuck herself.
"You've been busy..."
";-)"
"Tell me about it."
"Delivery guy."
"Did you put on a show?"
"Just a little."
"Did you want to fuck him?"
It took her a moment to respond.
"Yes."
"Did you?"
"No :-("
Jason felt a twinge of guilt. He had set her up to spend all day horny as hell but had not given her a way to properly vent her sexual energy. He had an idea.
"Would you have sucked his cock?"
"Yes."
"From now on you have my permission to suck all the cock you want."
"Thank you."
"Just no sex, and send me pictures."
"How about touching?"
"Did you want him to touch you?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes."
"Ok, touching is allowed." He was feeling generous.
"I need your cock inside of me."
"Patience."
The next message Jason received included another picture. Sitting on the opposite end of the couch from his father, Jason marveled at the picture of his mother. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her dress was pulled apart and her dildo was buried inside of her.
Jason was surprised that his mother was being so bold while he and his father were in the house.
"Very nice."
"I want your cock."
"Soon."
Jason needed to figure out a plan fast.
Rachel reappeared after a few minutes and took the last remaining slice of pizza. Jason's eyes locked onto her as she strode across the room. He knew that she had just had a dildo deep inside of her pussy and could see her nipples through the thin silk dress. He watched the gentle bouncing of her breasts as she moved. His eyes danced across her thighs as she sat down and crossed her legs. Her dress parted, revealing much of her right thigh. Jason knew that there was almost nothing between him and what he really wanted - his mother's tight pussy.
Jason watched his mother eating her pizza. He knew that her pussy, tucked between her legs, was dripping at that very moment. He knew that it was his cock that she was yearning for.
Jason couldn't take it anymore.
He finished his dinner and excused himself. He forwarded the pictures of his mother to his computer so that he could see them on a bigger screen. He spent the rest of the night jerking off to pictures of his mother's pussy and planning.
He woke up the next morning with a sore cock and two more pictures from his mother. Before she went to sleep she changed into the same black lingerie that she wore in the mall dressing room and took a picture for him. She was standing in front of the full length mirror in her bathroom. It looked like the typical self-shot picture that you see on the internet, except this was his mother.
The second picture was taken that morning. It was a close-up of her panties, a red satin thong that molded itself to the contours of her mound. Jason reached for his cock while he stared at the folds of his mother's pussy through the tight red panties.
Jason couldn't help but jerk off again before he had to rush out of the house for school. Sitting at his computer desk he cycled through his growing collection of pictures of his mother. He couldn't wait much longer. He needed to fuck her again soon.
He just barely caught a glimpse of what his mother was wearing on his way out. She was making a cup of coffee in the kitchen wearing a very short white satin robe. He only saw her from the rear but liked what he saw. The light robe barely extended past her ass, only just covering the red panties that he knew were tucked between her ass cheeks and pressed against her tight pussy.
Jason found it impossible to concentrate at school that day so he worked on his plan instead. His plan, of course, was not just to fuck his mother again but to get her to accept him, her son, as both her lover and master. By the end of the day he had developed a rough outline and made a few stops on his way home to set things into motion.
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