I’m a bum man.
There, I’ve said it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the rest of the package, too. Nothing wrong with a nice pair of tits – big or small, firm or hanging – I enjoy them all. And, of course, a purring, juicy pussy nestled between a solid set of thighs is a most welcome sight.
But it’s the bum that turns me on the most. And for me, with bums, the bigger the better. None of your skinny rumps for me, no!
My wife, Debbie, had a big bum, which I adored. Right from the moment I first set eyes on it, I knew it was something I wanted to get stuck into.
I saw exactly where Debbie inherited her fabulous posterior from when she took me home to meet her parents and introduced me to her mother. As soon as I saw Claire, my eyes were drawn to her luscious derriere.
Right from the start, Claire and I got on really well together – often flirting, even when Debbie was in the room. She quickly realised that I enjoyed the sight of a big bum, and she used to waggle hers at me and laugh. My wife would sigh – she knew it was just a bit of playful fun and never felt threatened by it.
That was all before the accident. Debbie getting a lift home from the railway station with her dad, an articulated lorry losing control on the ice, and that was it – everything over.
Left without the loves of our lives, Claire and I were devastated. And afterwards, it was difficult for both of us for a very long time. But we remained close – perhaps drawn even closer by the terrible loss. We remained living in the same town, and I would call round a couple of times a week, maybe help out with any jobs that needed doing, share an evening meal, that kind of thing. For the most part, it was very casual.
Unsurprisingly, neither of us found anyone new in the months that followed.
It was nearly two years to the day, and I was just finishing off downloading some software updates onto Claire’s laptop – call it a little cliched, but I was the techie one, and she always appreciated my help in that area, relying on me to make sure she didn’t have any computer problems.
In the process, I’d noticed she’d joined a dating site. I wasn’t trying to pry – the tab had been open when I’d entered the password she’d given me.
Claire had put some intriguing titbits on her profile.
She’d also left a few pictures of herself open and easily visible. Nothing too revealing, but it was clear that she was perhaps ready to join the human race again.
To the best of my knowledge – and certainly if she were anything like me – it would have been two years since she’d had sex with anyone.
Just turned fifty-two, Claire had classed herself as a BBW. A Big, Beautiful Woman. I guess that description fit, although she carried it really well. In one of the photos, I noticed she was wearing stockings with a garter belt.
She looked very good.
I returned to the kitchen, where Claire was preparing a chicken curry for the two of us. I sat at the table and watched thoughtfully as she moved around the room, more aware of her than I had been for a very long time – aware sexually, that is – and admired once more her still fabulous butt, which probably outdid even Debbie’s.
Yep, she’s still got it, I thought with admiration. Damn, and I think she’s got those stockings on right now, the tops just covered by her dress…
“Penny for them?”
“What?”
“I was just wondering what you were thinking about.”
“Oh. Nothing.”
“Liar,” she teased. “If I were guessing, I’d say you were looking at my bum – again…”
I blushed. “Guilty. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s nice to be looked at like that every once in a while.” She raised an eyebrow. “You still like it then?”
“What?”
“My bum, silly.”
I cleared my throat. “Yes, of course.”
She giggled. “Good.”
“Are you teasing me?”
She laughed again. “A little, yes.” She bit her bottom lip, suddenly shy. “Um, when you did the updates, did you notice…?”
“That you’d joined a dating site? Yes, I did. Sorry.”
“There you go again, apologising. It was me that left it up there.”
“True.”
“You don’t think I’m too old, do you? Or too fat?”
“Good lord, no. You look great, Claire. And it’s good that you’re thinking about – you know, after all this time…”
“Yeah, it’s been on my mind for a while. I wanted to talk to you, but didn’t know how to – you know…? Approach it.”
“Yes, I understand. I guess it’s something I’ve also been reflecting on recently, too. Like you, maybe considering dating again.”
“It’s why I left it – you know, on purpose, so that you would see it.”
“It was hard to miss.” I cleared my throat again. “I also saw some of your photos and read what you’d written on your profile.”
She blushed suddenly and looked down. “Oh. Yes, of course.”
“Also on purpose, I’m guessing?”
Still looking down, she nodded. “I don’t really know why. I just – just wanted you to see.”
“They were lovely pics, Claire,” I said softly. “You look really fabulous. I’m sure you won’t have any trouble finding someone.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Then I said the words I’d been thinking about since I’d seen her profile.
“Though having just read what you wrote so eloquently about what you wanted, I’m thinking that perhaps I should be putting you over my knee and giving that delightful bottom of yours the spanking it clearly craves.”
She gasped, then went quiet. “Would you like that?”
She had me there. “I might,” I allowed, appearing to think about it.
“Debbie told me once…”
“What?”
“That she enjoyed you spanking her. For pleasure, I mean, not – not as a punishment. That – that you both enjoyed it.”
“She told you that?”
Claire nodded.
“Wow. Do mums and daughters share everything?”
Claire laughed. “Well, I don’t know about that – but I will say that the apple didn’t fall far from this tree – isn’t that the saying?”
We eyed each other speculatively.
“David used to spank me, too, you see,” she admitted.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. But not like you might think. We used to play a game.”
“A game? I’m intrigued.”
“Don’t sound so surprised. We used to have a lot of fun, you know, the two of us. We weren’t that old, and sex was important in our relationship.”
“I’m sure it was,” I said hurriedly.
“Anyway, I used to charge him. You know, make him pay for the privilege of spanking me. I didn’t work, you see, so for me it was a cheeky way of earning some pocket money. I’d charge him £10 to put me over his knee and – and, well, we’d go from there. And once he paid up, I’d go out and buy plants for the garden with the money I’d ‘earnt’.”
“Kinky. You know there’s a word for women that charge for…”
“…Yeah, yeah,” she laughed. “It was just a game. And, of course, we both enjoyed it. Sometimes he charged me back for… well, for certain things.”
She looked at me over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her wine.
“You know, I could charge you, too. If you want some fun, I mean.”
“What?”
“I could charge you. You know, make you pay for the privilege of putting me over your knee.”
“Oh, could you?”
Wow, this was getting interesting…
I considered. “If I pay for that privilege, you can expect a very sore bottom, Claire.”
She pouted at me. “Promises, promises.”
“Careful, Claire – you’re getting yourself into trouble, you know.” I regarded her thoughtfully. If this is just a bit of flirting, it was getting pretty heavy, I thought. Meanwhile, there was a distinct stirring in my trousers. I was getting hard at the thought of putting her over my knee and spanking her!
I didn’t think it was just flirting.
“So, if I do this, how much is it going to cost me?”
“Hmm – how about fifty pounds?” she said, deadpan.
“Wow – inflation has sure arrived with a bang,” I laughed. “And this is for a bare-bottom spanking, is it?”
“Oh, I’m not sure I’m ready to go that far. You are still my son-in-law, after all. I think I should retain some decorum. Fifty pounds and you can put me over your knee and spank me over my dress for as long as you like with your hand.”
I thought for a moment. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“You’re agreeing to pay me fifty pounds.”
“Yes, so you’d better get that big butt over here and over my lap right now,” I said with mock severity.
I couldn’t believe it as she calmly walked over and stood to one side, her hands folded submissively before her.
“Is this where you want me?” she whispered.
I looked up at her, still not quite believing how this was playing out. “It is indeed. Over you go,” I ordered, half expecting her to start laughing and tell me it was all a joke.
Instead, she obediently draped herself across my lap, placing her hands on the floor. As she lay across me, her dress rode up slightly, confirming my suspicion that she was indeed wearing stockings. I got a good look at her creamy white thighs above the dark stocking tops.
I took a deep breath. Fuck!
I was now hard as a rock and straining for release.
I slowly took another deep breath and placed my left hand in the small of her back, with my right hand on her (very sensual) left buttock.
“So, what, exactly, do you like?”
Her blush deepened. “Why don’t you find out – Sir..!”
“Sir, huh? Well, well, well. I’m learning more about you all the time. I hope you’re ready, Claire?”
I began to spank her bottom cheeks, deliberately alternating from one to the other. Her buttocks presented a significant target area, and I ranged the slaps to cover as much of it as possible.
The material of her dress was thin and offered minimal protection. Claire was starting to gasp as the blows continued to rain down on her cheeks. She shrieked when I changed aim to the backs of her bare thighs.
“Owww, that hurts!” she exclaimed.
“It’s meant to,” I replied sternly.
I stopped to rest my hand for a few moments and took a moment to enjoy the fabulous sight before me.
I hope I’m not spanking her too hard, I thought to myself. But she hadn’t made any sort of attempt to stop me, and showed no sign of moving now that I’d paused.
She really does have a magnificent backside!
I started to caress her bottom through the material. Unable to help myself, my hand, as if it had a mind of its own, wandered to her bare, ample thighs, where Claire gasped again as my fingers touched the reddened skin, then her breathing abruptly stopped as my hand continued its unauthorised journey under the hem of her dress, finding her warm, pliant buttocks.
My cock was now desperately seeking a way out of my trousers.
“How much is it going to cost me to raise the hem of this dress over your back, Claire?” I said, my voice thick with desire.
“A – a hundred pounds!” she gasped.
“Done.”
I lifted the dress up, exposing more pale skin. She was wearing a pair of sheer lilac silk panties that, at most, covered no more than a tenth of her bum cheeks.
I started spanking her again, my hand impacting mostly on bare buttocks, despite the presence of her panties.
I think spanking my mother-in-law like that, watching her cheeks wobble deliciously with each smack, was possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever done.
Her quiet gasps just increased my ardour.
And I really, really wanted to pull her knickers down her thighs, and see her completely naked bottom…
“You know those ridiculous knickers are going to have to come down at some point, don’t you?” I murmured.
“It – it’ll cost you an – another hundred pounds,” she stammered.
“I don’t care. They’re coming down.”
ooOoo
Claire
Oh my God, but my bottom was sore. But sore in such a delicious, erotic, cathartic way. Yes, it was undoubtedly the catharsis I’d been seeking for some time.
Ha, yes – you can claim it’s cathartic all you want, Claire, but don’t forget that other word you were thinking.
Erotic. Yes, extremely erotic.
Rob’s fingers had been stroking the backs of my poor thighs. Then his hand slipped under the thin material of my dress and found my buttocks.
God, his touch felt so good. I was feeling very horny now – and I was very wet – I could feel my wetness soaking through my panties.
“How much is it going to cost me to raise the hem of this dress over your back, Claire?” I heard Rob ask. His voice was thick. Was he aroused?
“A – a hundred pounds!” I gasped. Surely, he must hear the desire in my voice; that if he insisted, he could spank my bare bottom for free. Damn it, I’d pay him!
He grunted in assent, and I felt the material being lifted up above my waist. I blushed, the colour of my face undoubtedly now matching the colour of my poor bottom.
I knew what he was seeing. If I were being generous to myself, I knew I had an ‘ample’ bottom. The sheer lilac silk panties I was wearing would not be doing much to cover it.
Well, if he wasn’t turned on, I certainly was…
I yelped as his hand descended once more, the spanking continuing, my bottom burning.
My pussy leaking.
“You know those ridiculous knickers are going to have to come down at some point, don’t you?” I heard him say.
“It – it’ll cost you an – another hundred pounds,” I managed to stammer cheekily. I was almost incoherent, I was so turned on.
“I don’t care. They’re coming down.”
I felt them being tugged down my thighs, exposing my bare cheeks completely, leaving nothing to the imagination.
The sound altered slightly as his hand now descended on my naked flesh.
Or was it that he was spanking me harder? Damn! I was getting a serious, bare-bottom spanking from my son-in-law, I thought. And, unable to help myself, I parted my legs slightly and heard Rob gasp as my arousal made itself known.
“I think this spanking has got you rather excited,” I heard him say. “Which makes you a very naughty minx indeed. I may just have to make this a regular thing.”
And then his hands were stroking, caressing, parting my lips and probing, and as I instinctively opened my legs even wider, his fingers slipped right inside me.
Very quickly, my legs started to shake, and as I felt Rob push his thumb in my bum, I came suddenly, crying out as the waves of my first orgasm in forever washed over me again and again.
“I need…” I gasped. I tried again. “I want…”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he growled.
I nodded, desperate to feel him inside me.
“How much are you going to pay me to put my cock in your extremely naughty cunt?”
I gasped. Cheeky bugger!
But I needed him in me – needed to feel…
Like a whole woman again.
“Fifty pounds?” I panted.
“Two hundred,” he grunted in reply.
Two hundred! Bastard!
But…
“Yes! Anything!” I wailed.
Bend over the table,” he ordered.
I quickly did as he commanded, and then he just slid his length straight into my desperate snatch, and I squealed as his pelvis rammed noisily into my sore buttocks, and his balls slapped my clit.
And then he was fucking me like a man possessed. I was making a whole range of unladylike noises as he pummelled me, and I desperately wanted him to…
“Want me to cum in you?” he hissed.
“Please…Yes…!” I begged pathetically.
“Another hundred pounds!”
I moaned my assent, and my thighs shook again as I felt him throb and he pumped his hot seed into my needy cunt with a triumphant cry, and I came again as he filled me to overflowing.
I felt Rob’s weight settle on my back, and for a few moments we lay as one sweaty, sated beast, panting and slowly coming down from our delirious peak.
Eventually, Rob straightened up, and as he slipped out of me, I quickly turned and, dropping to my knees, quickly slipped my mouth over his sensitive head, tasting our mingled cum, savouring the flavour and texture of the hot, sticky melange we had created together.
I used to do this for my husband, and he would call me a horny slut, and I would revel in the feeling of being a wanton, depraved woman for my man.
I felt like a horny slut for another man now, with my sore, spanked bottom and sticky, used twat.
And, like I’d sometimes done with my husband, I wanted to gain a little control.
I smiled at Rob, reached up and kissed him; a naughty kiss that caused his eyes to widen in surprise as he tasted our combined essence on my tongue.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked softly.
He nodded mutely.
“Want more?”
This time his nod was slower, guarded. He could sense the change in me.
“Say it.”
After a pause, he whispered the words. “I want more.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I slipped my dress off and removed my bra, releasing my large, saggy breasts. I smiled as Rob groaned in appreciation.
He really did find me sexy – enjoyed my size and maturity…
“Do you want to suck them?” I asked seductively.
He nodded. I raised my eyebrows at him. He took the hint.
“Yes, Claire, I want to suck your breasts,” he whispered.
“Good boy. But I want all my money back, Rob. All of it. Plus a bonus hundred pounds.”
He nodded.
Excellent – I was in charge and had taken the initiative! At least for the moment…
I pulled his head down to my tits and sighed as his lips found my nipples.
Oh God, yes – he’s good at that! And I think I want to cum again…
I pushed his head further down. “Lick me!” I commanded. He didn’t need any encouragement, and I gasped as his tongue found my engorged clit, and he went to work with a delightful enthusiasm, sucking and tongue-fucking my sodden hole, lapping up his own copious juices along with my own.
He’s nearly as depraved as me, I thought with an inward grin.
And he was once again making me horny and excited.
“Do you want to fuck me again?” I asked.
“Yes,” he croaked. Then hesitated. “How – how much?”
“You might as well just give me your credit card,” I teased.
“Okay.”
I snorted as I reached down and guided him into me, sighing as his length penetrated my tunnel once more. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me, and kissed him again, enjoying his closeness and the feel of his warmth as he rested on me.
I was so wet and full of his creamy spunk that it was a wonder he could feel me as I enveloped him. I wondered what I could do to tickle his fancy and take him up another level.
Ah, of course! I smiled to myself. Naughty, Claire – very naughty!
I put my lips next to his ear. “Would you like to fuck my bum?” I whispered.
He hesitated.
“No charge,” I smiled. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“Oh, I’m not disappointed, Claire – that could never happen with you. I just can’t believe how lucky I am to be right here, right now – or understand why it’s taken this long for us to – you know…?”
My smile got wider. “Oh, you smoothie, you!” I turned and bent over the table again. “Fuck me, then. Take me like a cheap tart. I want to feel you cum in me again.”
“At your prices, Claire, you’re anything but cheap!”
“Ha! Just get on with it – I’m getting impatient!”
“Wait – I want to get you ready!”
He knelt behind me, parted my buttocks with his hands, and then that clever tongue of his was on my most intimate, most hidden charm. And I gave an appreciative moan of delight as he licked and probed and teased my increasingly impatient entrance.
And then his cock was there, and I opened my mouth in a long groan as it pushed against my moistened sphincter.
“Oh God,” he mumbled, as his steel rod finally slid home into my welcoming bottom. It was very tight – it had been a long time since anything so sizeable had intruded there, and he stretched me more than my husband ever had.
This time, Rob fucked me slowly with long, deliberate strokes, and I grunted each time his thighs slapped mine, his manhood plumbing my depths and owning me with each thrust.
I realised I was keening like a bitch on heat, and as he reached his climax and shot his second load deep into me, I came for a third time, and sighed with a deep, long-overdue satisfaction.
I’d been thoroughly spanked and had my cunt and ass well and truly reamed and creamed – it couldn’t get much better than that!
And I’d earned myself some pocket money to boot!
Soon after, as we drifted off to sleep, I thought it might not be necessary to send in my profile after all – I’d got exactly what I needed right here.
