Not me but a twisted fantasy
My parents divorced when I was 17. It was amicable and I wasn't screwed up too much by it - they just needed to be apart. The problem, however, was that my dad's new girlfriend was a red hot 24 year-old redhead with long legs, a prize-winning bust and hips that haven't been since since Marilyn croaked. I once shot in my pants just watching her eat strawberries. And she was a dominatrix at a local 'dungeon'.

I can't tell you how many times I watched her change into her work clothes before going out. She'd wear a skintight black latex corset with lacing up the front so that her considerable cleavage was visible. She wore fishnet stockings, latex panties and a suspender belt. She wore ultra-high heels in red leather. I saw all of this through the keyhole of their room (so I also knew that her pubic hair was shaved into a cute heart.)

Anyway, one day while I was urgently handling my tool and looking through the keyhole, she rushed to the door and caught me in the act. She dragged me into the room, threw me on the bed and stood over me in second-skin latex. That didn't help the boner at all.

"So, you like to watch do you?" she said.
"A bit ..."
"You're a naughty boy, aren't you?"
"Er, yes."
"Here, unlace me."

My shaking fingers worked at the lacing up her front and soon her swelling breasts burst forth, bouncing unapologetically before my eyes with erect rasberry nipples. I felt like my schlong would fossilise, so hard was it. She sat on the bed and lifted her legs up:

"Pull my panties down."

Shaking now with Parkinsons-like quivers, I hooked my fingers into the latex at her hips and slowly pulled down those rubber pants along her endless legs, leaving her with just the stockings and suspenders on. She spread her legs and let me see the heart.

"Naughty boys should be put to work. Lick here," she said, pointing to her clit with a red manicured nail. And I went to work, lapping at the soft flesh as she ground her hips and made low animal noises. Unbidden, I set some fingers to work and watched her body writhe and jiggle, her stomach stretching sinuously. When she came, my tongue was fully extended inside her and I believe I felt her muscles contract around it.

She sat up and regarded my rigid tool, which by now could have played the xylophone. She took it in her right hand and began to work it with agonising slowness, stroking it and fluttering fingers across the tip. With the other hand, she cupped my balls, squeezing gently. I just fixated on her giant tits, willing myself to remember every second of this.

In no time, I felt an orgasm building from my very heels. It swelled and rushed with locomotive force through my tubes and burst forth in powerful gushes, striping her breasts and neck. Even as I was expelling the final geysers, she bent and took the still spraying head into her soft, full lips and sucked the final drops from my exhausted reservoirs.

Then she went off to work, leaving me drained and shellshocked. Strict? My real mum would just have slapped me.


EDIT: My wife is away at the moment. I am feeling the strain.
(frankspencer, Sun 11 Mar 2007, 21:58, Reply)