Last year I started spying on my mother and her boyfriend having sex. She is quite boisterous when she’s with Frank, and after watching them, I understand why. He is hung like a mule and fucks like a machine.
After some time, I started having an affair with Frank. It was wrong, and I knew it, but I was always craving sex, and having him in the house was convenient. Our final encounter was on one of the rare Saturdays that my mother had to work. Usually I would spend a Friday night at a friend’s place, but that weekend I slept at home. After their morning session of screaming, about thirty minutes later I heard my mother’s car pull away. Within minutes, Frank entered my room. He was naked. His dick was like a baseball bat, and I welcomed him into my bed.
He is usually very gentle when he fucks me. That morning was unusual. He was powerful and demanding. It wasn’t awful, just different. I insist he pull out when he comes. He didn’t that morning; he shot his load in me like a rifle. I didn’t have an orgasm and assumed that we would spend some more time fooling around. Instead, he got up, found a few pairs of my stockings in my dresser, and tied me to the bed, spread wide and still naked. I had watched bondage porn before, but this was my first time bound. The thought of being his love slave excited me. Then he walked out.
Minutes went by, and I started to think that he left me there for my mother to find. My mind was racing. If she finds me, what do I tell her? I certainly couldn’t let her know it was Frank that tied me up naked. I was helpless, and I could feel Frank’s cum start to flow from my body. If my mother found me, she would certainly know that I had sex. After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open. It wasn’t what I expected. It was Bonnie, the next-door neighbor.
Several months ago, I was spying on my mother and Frank. To my surprise, Bonnie was with them. Frank was flat on his back while Bonnie was fucking him cowboy style and my mother was riding Frank’s face. She and Bonnie were face-to-face and kissing. I remember it like it was an hour ago. A few days after, I admitted to Frank that I watched and masturbated while enjoying the demonstration that day. He thought it was great that I enjoyed the show so much that I pleasured myself and told me that someday it would be my turn. Well, today was that day.
Bonnie looked down at me. I didn’t realize that Frank entered the room with her. He was sitting on a chair in the corner. She started to tell him that she thought I was beautiful. Her hand reached out, and with several fingers, she scooped Frank’s sperm from between my legs. Then she licked her fingers as if she swiped the icing off a birthday cake for a taste. The enjoyment on her face was childlike. When she touched me, it sent a shiver up my spine. I wanted more.
She walked from side to side, staring down, and I could tell in her head she was forming her plan of attack. I started to say something, and I was ordered to be quiet. She commented to Frank about how puffy my nipples were, and she wanted to play with them. When she said that, I could feel them start to harden. She leaned in again and dipped her hand into me, again covering her fingers with Frank’s cum. Instead, this time she made me lick her fingers clean. This wasn’t the first time I’ve swallowed Frank’s semen. It was a taste I enjoyed.
Frank ordered her to remove her clothes. Like an obedient child she stripped naked. When she was finished, she stood at the foot of my bed waiting for her next order. Bonnie is an attractive middle-aged mother of two young teenagers. Her tits are starting to give in to age and gravity. They are still beautiful, though, with dark nipples, and she has a thick, dark bush between her legs. When I saw that, she reminded me of my friend Shaylin. I started to get a warm feeling through my body.
I could see Frank in the corner stroking his cock. I thought he was going to join us like he did that time with my mother and Bonnie. After a few minutes it became apparent he was going to sit back and watch her have her way with me. Either way would have been fine with me. Bonnie was still standing and waiting, and I was becoming agitated. I finally asked when she was going to take me.
In the background he gave the okay for her to proceed.
She kneeled on the bed and started to play with my nipples. They were already swollen. Her long fingernails started to lightly scratch the areola, causing them to harden to a point. I could feel the flow of excitement start. When my nipples couldn’t get any harder, she grabbed them and twisted them. The pain was delightful, and it was causing me to gush. In a low voice, I asked her to suck them.
Bonnie’s lips latched on to one and then the other. She started lightly, gently kissing and sucking while pinching the other, then switching. My reaction felt like I was building up toward an orgasm. Her head started to move down my body, kissing me. She whispered that she loved how smooth I was. With a single finger, she started to tap on my pink pearl. It sent shock waves through my body. Then, she ran her tongue across it, causing more shock waves. She kept switching back and forth. I couldn’t stop the reaction. My body started to tremble, and I let out a scream of delight.
As I started to subside and come back down to earth, I felt Frank’s presence next to the bed. He started to untie me. Bonnie lay and watched. When he was finished, he returned to where he was sitting and continued to stroke his dick.
Once I was freed, my natural reaction was to touch Bonnie. I ran my hand through her thick, woolly hair. She cooed at the gesture and spread her legs, allowing me access. I wanted to taste her. She rolled onto her back, and I became aggressive. Her flow was thick and sweet. I love the taste of a woman. Her hips started a jerking motion as I darted in and out of her. Both my hands spread her hair, allowing me to fully please her. It wasn’t long before she started to convulse. When she was finished, my face was coated with her love. Both exhausted, we lay for some time while we gained our composure.
I looked over where Frank was sitting. He was nowhere to be found. At some point during Bonnie’s orgasm, he left. After some time, Bonnie lifted herself off the bed. She gathered her clothes, didn’t say a word, and left. I glanced at the clock. It was late afternoon, and I knew my mother would be home shortly. It was time for me to get up and start my day. I decided to call Shaylin and make plans to go out later. After the day I had, all I could think was, what would the night bring?
