'What the hell am I doing?' I thought. 'What are they thinking of me?' Well, it was my fault. I was the one that brought it up. Sure, it sounded fun at the time, but I was just kidding about it. I didn't REALLY think they would goad me into doing this. OK, so my pussy flooded at the thought. Still, that shouldn't have actually gotten me to agree.
[DIIIIINNNNGGG, DOOOOONNNNGGG]
Shit. Too late now. Further introspection on this would have to wait.
Turning the knob, I opened the door. "Hello." I said with a bright smile.
45-minutes earlier:
"I'm home." I called out to my kids as I came through the door. I was an hour late that night. One of the bubble-headed cashiers at work couldn't seem to add up her receipts properly. As manager of the Ladies Clothing department at a multinational department store, I was stuck working with the bimbo until she figured out that half of 8 was 4, not 3 or 0. Think about it. Stereotypical blonde - bless her heart. I was really annoyed and commented on her being a natural blonde. She replied that she would regrow the hair on her shaved pussy to prove it if I needed. Blondes! Bless her heart.
You are wondering about that phrase? It's old school southern charm. It basically means that a woman can say pretty much anything demeaning or insulting and not cause offence as long as they tack on that phrase at the end. 'Oh, he is without a doubt the homeliest boy I have ever seen! Bless his heart.' 'My goodness! She is so ugly that she would make a freight train take a dirt road. Bless her heart.' 'That girl is so stupid that if she weren't reminded to breath, she would suffocate. Bless her heart.' See how that works? A genteel Southern Woman can be the biggest bitch on the planet, but all is forgiven with that little phrase tacked on. Bless my heart.
Typical blonde, always thinking with her pussy. I can see your eyebrows, no need to drop your panties. Yes, I did let her know that from now on it was not a good idea to lift up her dress and show that she was actually not wearing panties - behind the glass counter - with several customers watching. Fucking slut! ------ Bless her heart (quietly mumbled).
OK. So, where was I? Oh yes. I had just gotten home an hour late. First things first -- WINE! I pulled a half full bottle out of the fridge and poured a glass. Fuck it. It had been a long day, so I took the glass and bottle with me into the livingroom. A couple of minutes later, my kids strolled in. Evan is 19 and a freshman at the local college. Sheree is 21 and a senior. Their father is no longer in the picture. He goes by the nickname of Dickless. It's not entirely accurate, since the surgeon did manage to reattach most of it. His last mistake was standing too close when he informed me that he was leaving me for his 22-year-old secretary. I've always had really strong legs, and I was wearing 5-inch pumps at the time. If it had been a football instead of his balls, it would have been an easy 70-yard field goal. Six of them, actually. On the last one, my heel managed to catch on his appendage and cut (tear?) most of it off. Sure, he still has a dick, but it no longer works. Three of the guys that pulled me off of him also suffered some minor injuries. I did feel bad about that later.
I haven't dated since then. Most of it is because I just don't want to go through the hassle, but it may also have something to do with most of the guys I'm attracted to seem to get a look of terror in their eyes whenever I try to flirt with them. Odd. Good thing my dildos and vibrators don't have eyes. Maybe it's time to dig out my old college playbook and start looking at women again.
He had moved to Alaska by the time I got out of lock-up -- 3-months later. After checking the bank balances (or rather lack thereof) I informed his lawyer that I would be going to see him to personally get my money back -- especially since I had just had to borrow money from my parents for a new baseball bat. I had gone to college on a softball scholarship, and I casually mentioned to his lawyer that I was looking to get back into playing. I heard that there were some great opportunities to practice my swing while visiting Alaska. Oh, and tell his new slut that I am VERY anxious to MEAT her as well. Yes, make sure that they know I intentionally spelled it that way. An e-mail the next morning informed me that 70% of the money Dickless withdrew from our joint account had been replaced.
The divorce went through with minor hiccups. He demanded most of the assets because of the injuries I inflicted on him. I countered with me getting most because he was the one at fault by cheating. He finally agreed with most of my terms when he got an anonymous email showing videos of me at the batting cages and then filing my steel cleats to sharp points. He tried to claim intimidation, but he had no proof that I had sent the videos (I hadn't; our kids did), and the email just said that they thought that he would be interested in his wife's renewed interest in softball. It was completely harmless. It's not my fault that he interpreted it as anything other than benign. I still had to attend 6-months of anger management classes, though.
So, what about me? My name is Teagan O'Malley. Yep. Irish through and through. You can probably guess that I also have the famous Irish temper. And, yes, I am a true green-eyed redhead. I'm a bit tall at 5'8". I have very strong, toned legs that go for miles. I work on them a lot. I have a slim waist that flairs out to nice hips that hold my pins well. My ass is round and tight from a gazillion lunges. I have a roundish face with a small nose, plump lips, high cheekbones, dimples when I smile, and a smattering of freckles across my nose. Being Irish, I have very fair skin. I was also blessed by the titty fairy. They are 38DD. I tend to attract attention when I am out and dressed up nice. I used to attract a whole lot of attention in college when I would dress up a bit differently for the frat parties I attended. I even attracted a bit of attention from several of the girls in my dorm -- which was not unwelcome at the time. I will say honestly, though; once I met my husband, I was completely faithful to him.
Alright. Back to where I left off. I tend to ramble a bit as my mind wanders. One day, I'm sure, my mind will wander and not return. Maybe it did already, and I just haven't noticed. Nope. It's back. OK. So, my kids strolled into the livingroom as I was pouring my second glass of wine. They had been studying and had not had a chance to start on dinner. Me, being an hour late getting home, compounded the issue. Options were discussed. The problem was that none of us were in the mood to cook at this time. That meant either carry-out or delivery. By the time that we had waded through the options, I was on my third glass of wine. I hadn't eaten since lunch, so the wine was starting to get to me. Great! I can hear the stereotypes now, Drunk Irish. What's the difference between an Irish wedding and a hockey game? In a hockey game, the refs eventually break up the fights.
Fortunately, I was only getting slightly buzzed, not full on drunk. Unfortunately, I was getting slightly buzzed. That does two things to me. It lowers my inhibitions, and it brings out my warped sense of humor. We decided on pizza, and Evan called it in. When he hung up, he said it would be here in half an hour and the cost. He then said something about me needing to get the door since I was the one with the cash to pay for it. My warped sense of humor decided to kick in at that point. I giggled at a thought I had.
"What's so funny?" Sheree asked.
"Oh, nothing." I replied. "It's just something I heard the other day that popped into my mind."
"Well, tell us. It sounds funny. I could use a laugh." Evan demanded.
"No. You would just think it's stupid. It actually is stupid."
"Now I really need to know." Sheree added.
After a few more minutes of pushing, I finally gave in.
"OK. I was walking by the break room the other days, and two of the cashiers were talking. One of them said something about having to do something called a 'Pizza Dare'. I pause outside the doorway to listen as she talked about it. It just popped into my head just now and I thought it was funny."
"Oh, God." Both my kids groaned.
"You know about it?" I asked.
"Of course, mom. It's kind of a college thing. Basically, a girl is dared to greet the pizza delivery guy while she is completely naked. Sometimes it happens at a party, and sometimes they are dared to do it at their apartment and video it. There's a lot of videos on the internet showing them doing it."
"That's what happened to the girl in the breakroom. It was her roommates that dared her to do it. I thought it was funny as I imagined the face of the guy bringing our pizza if I opened the door naked."
"What? You were actually thinking about doing it?" Evan asked astonished.
"Well, not really. I just thought of what his reaction would be if I did."
"I think it would be funny. You totally should do it." Sheree added. Both Evan and I looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "Come on. It's not that big of a deal. So you show off your titties to some poor schmuck. Who cares?"
"I really don't think it would be appropriate to get naked in front of my children." I argued.
"Come on, mom." Evan insisted. "If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but that's a really weak excuse. Most weekend mornings, you wander around the house in a really skimpy pair of panties and small tee-shirt with no bra. We've already seen pretty much everything already. Besides, we've come home several times to see you nude sunbathing in the back yard."
Well, I couldn't really argue about that. I did have a habit of doing just that. It wasn't like I was trying to have them perving on me. It's just that it was comfortable, and I had always done it. We went back and forth for a bit, then I just decided 'what the hell?' I was bored, and it did sound like fun. Besides, I always did like the attention that I could get from guys lusting after me. Did I mention that I was buzzing from a few glasses of wine?
"Fine. Maybe it will be fun." The kids were ecstatic.
As I mentioned, I had just gotten home from work. Being the manager of the women's clothing section, I was required to look my best. Hair done, makeup perfect, high-end dress that was professional, yet sexy, heels (minimum 3-inch, but I typically wore 4-inch), and higher end hosiery. Personally, I hated pantyhose. They were a pain in the ass when I needed to use the restroom, and they would tend to roll at the top. Instead, I always wore thigh-high stay-ups or stockings with a garter belt. Also, since I could afford it and liked the way they made me feel, my bras and panties were higher end and sexy. I'm not sure why that would be important now, since they would soon be sitting somewhere that I wasn't.
Anyway, with the encouragement of my two heathens, I pulled off my dress, bra, and thong. I mentally noted that I must have accidentally spilled some wine on my lap as my panties appeared to be somewhat moist. Odd that there was no stain on my dress, though. I decided to leave the black seamed stockings and red garter belt on. I also changed from my 4-inch pumps to a pair of strappy red 6-inch open-toe spiked heels.
There is a full-length mirror in the foyer so I can check myself before I leave the house. I looked at my reflection for a moment. My make-up was perfect. Fire-engine red lipstick, mascara enhancing my long lashes, eyeliner highlighting my large green eyes, a touch of blush, and just enough powder to remove any shine on my forehead and nose. My light pink nipples were diamond hard and standing at attention. Note to self, keep nipples away from glass. My copper red landing-strip pointed to my engorged (and wet?) pussy. Silk encased pins on full display. Turning around, I saw my delectable, tight ass framed by the garter straps. The heels I was wearing tightened my calves and ass nicely. Damn! I wanted to fuck that woman in the mirror. I really needed to get laid. Toys are great, but there is nothing like having a hard cock -- or strap-on wielded by a woman that knows what she's doing -- pounding you into the mattress (couch, table, backseat, floor, etc.). After a full check of myself in the mirror, I decided that it was almost perfect. To go from simply shocking and getting a rise out of the delivery man to making him cum in his pants, I needed one more accessory. Besides, since my kids goaded me into this, they deserved to be shook up a bit as well.
"OK. I'll be right back." I said as I scampered to my bedroom. Yeah, I didn't miss their eyes being locked onto my bouncing boobs.
"OK. I'm ready." I announced as I came back into the room a few minutes later.
I saw the question marks in their eyes as they didn't notice any change. They were about to ask what I needed from my room when I turned and bent over to pick up my wine glass.
"Holy shit!" was the stereo reaction. "You have a butt plug?" Sheree cried out.
Looking over my shoulder, I replied. "I have a few different ones. As well as several other toys. Don't look so shocked. I have my urges just like any other woman. I need some stress relief too."
So, here we are. Back at the beginning of this tale -- where I am exposing my tail end. Evan has pulled up our outdoor security camera on his laptop, and Sheree has distributed a couple of hidden video cameras covering the foyer and doorway. My purse and wallet are sitting on a low table near the door. Sheree and Evan were hiding in a bedroom watching the computer monitors. I was alone with my thoughts wondering what the hell I had just gotten myself into.
[DIIIIINNNNGGG, DOOOOONNNNGGG]
Shit. Too late now. Further introspection on this would have to wait.
Turning the knob, I opened the door wide, so I was completely exposed to whomever was right outside the door. "Hello." I said with a bright smile.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AND QUADRUPLE FUCK!!!!!!!
His smile froze just as he was about to say something. It was probably something inane like 'Brick Oven Delivery. I have your pizza order.' Or something similar. We had ordered enough food deliveries to pretty much have the gist of their typical greetings.
Nope. He just stood there frozen. Well, most of him was frozen. His eyes were rapidly moving up and down my body, and I could see that there was something rapidly expanding in his pants. Actually, we were both frozen in place. Him from seeing something completely unexpected -- me naked, and me from also seeing something completely unexpected. Somehow, I managed to recover first.
"Uuuummmm. Hello Tommy. Uuuuuuuhhh, when did you start working at Brick Ove Pizza, and uuummm, did Evan happen to know about that?" That little smirk that Evan was wearing earlier was now beginning to make sense.
"Oh. I've been working there for a couple of months now. I'm actually the one that took your order. I told Evan that I would deliver it when he called to place the order." He answered to my tits.
Uh huh. Funny how Evan neglected to mention to me that it would be his best friend delivering the pizza.
He apparently wasn't in a real hurry to deliver the pizza and be on his merry way. Instead of doing something like handing me the box, he just continued to stand there and stare. Not that I really blamed him, but it was getting a bit awkward.
"Uuuuummm, Tommy?" I asked.
Nothing.
"Tommy!"
Nothing.
"TOMMY!!!"
"Huh?" That finally seemed to break him out of his trance. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Here's your pizza." He said, finally handing me the pizza box.
I took the box, tuned around, and walked over to the table to set it down. Well, perhaps walked wasn't the right verb. No matter how hard you try, you can't simply walk in 6-inch heels. You can strut, sashay, and sway, but you can't simply walk. It takes an enormous amount of hip movement to move when you are wearing that type of shoe. I heard a slight whimper as I bent over to set the box down. That coincided with when I figured he got a glimpse of my butt plug. Turning to saunter back, I watched his eyes go wider as my tits bobbled and swayed with every step.
"How much do I owe?" I asked when I was back in front of him.
Silence.
"How much do I owe, Tommy?" I said a little louder.
"TOMMY!"
"Huh?"
"How much?"
"All you want." I didn't really want to ponder on what he meant by that.
"Tommy! How. Much. Money. Do. I. Owe. You. For. The. Pizza?"
"Pizza?" I was getting the impression that something was seriously short circuiting in his brain. "Pizza, Oh. Right. Uuuummm," He took a minute to discover that he had a receipt in his hand and that it actually contained numbers. "$14.89." He finally announced.
With that, I turned and stepped over to the table where my purse was -- and 'accidentally' knocked it off the table onto the floor. "Ooops." I said as I bent over to retrieve it.
As I bent at the waist, giving him a full unobstructed and close-up view of my plugged ass and drenched pussy, I heard a loud groan from behind me. Turning my head to look back, I saw a large and growing wet spot develop on his crotch. Smirking, I pulled two $10 bills out and tucked each one under each of my tits as I stood up.
When I was standing directly in front of him again, I told him, "Using both hands, I will give you one minute to get the money from under my tits. You may use the full minute regardless of how fast you actually get the money."
In a millisecond, his hands were massaging my tits. He lifted one, then the other as he retrieved the bills, then began focusing on my diamond-hard nipples. Each tweak and flick sent jolts of lightning straight to my pussy. Damn, his hands felt good. He changed to using his palms directly over my nipples as he lifted and rotated his hands, moving my tits up and around. As he did this, my nipples were being brushed all over the palms of his hands. Occasionally, his fingers would clench down as he gently squeezed my massive mammarys. I told him one minute, but it felt like half an hour. I finally had to stop him. Later, the video showed that it was actually two minutes. OK, so he got an extra tip. Feeling generous, I turned around and let him squeeze my ass before I finally nudged him out the door.
Goddamn, I was horney. Shit. Couldn't do anything about that now. Any attempt to sneak off to my bedroom might as well come with a neon sign stating MASTURBATION TIME to my kids. That would be humiliating. Shit. That thought just caused another gush from my pussy. Where the fuck did that reaction come from?
"Kids! Pizza's here!" As if the little voyeurs hadn't already known that. Fuck, I was horney. Oh. Said that already.
I had the pizza box on the counter and was getting the dishes out of the cabinet when they got to the kitchen.
"So, mom. You finished the dare; aren't you going to get dressed again?" Sheree asked.
"What's the point? Not anything left to see. Not like it would make any difference at this point." I replied.
"Well, OK then. If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother us. You might want to sit on a towel, though."
I looked down and saw the juice running down my legs. Shit. Fuck, I was horney. I needed to take care of that, but it would be too embarrassing having my kids know what I was doing. I had a hitch in my breathing at that thought.
OK. Pizza on the plate, New bottle of wine opened, and sitting on a towel on the sofa. The kids had something on, but I had no idea what it was. I was robotically eating my pizza as I ran through scenarios where I could sneak off to masturbate without the kids knowing."Umm, Mom? Do you mind not bouncing and rocking your butt back and forth on the sofa? It's getting a bit distracting." Evan said, pulling me out of my thoughts. Shit. I realized that I was humping the sofa. Also realizing that Evan and Sheree knew it caused another bolt of electricity to shoot straight to my overheated pussy.
I had misplaced my glass, so I just took a sip straight from the bottle. My mind had slipped back to where it was before. I was REALLY horney and needed to figure out how to fix that.
"Uuuummm, Mom? Maybe you want to put the wine bottle down? It looks like you are trying to give it a blow-job." I paused. Sure enough, my mouth was wrapped around the top of the bottle as I was sucking on it. I whimpered. They grinned. I flushed beet red.
A few minutes later: "Mom, stop playing with your tits." Shit!
A couple minutes after that: "God, MOM! You're playing with your pussy now! Fuck! Do I need to tie your hands behind your back to keep you from masturbating in front of us?" Hmmm. Bondage? That thought almost took me over the edge. WTF? My mind was going places I was never even interested in before.
Fuck it! I needed to cum. "I--I--I'll b--b--be right b-b-back." I said as I started to get up to run to my bedroom.
"Why bother at this point? I'll just go grab your toybox, and you can do it here. I mean, you're already doing it, might as well finish." Sheree laughed.
A couple minutes later I had grabbed the first dildo out of my opened toybox that Sheree had set on the coffee table and was merrily thrusting it in and out of my pussy. Sheree and Evan were rummaging through the box as I was crying out in ecstasy. They had a lot to look at; I have a LOT of toys. I was lost in my own little world, so I wasn't paying attention to what they were doing. That changed in a half of a second. First, I felt a sudden strong vibration on my clit. That was followed a microsecond later by a sudden multitude of sharp stings on my tits.
"OOOOOOHHHHHFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!" I screamed as an orgasm launched me into the stratosphere.
I could feel my body bucking. I was thrusting the dildo as frantically as my muscles would allow. The vibrations on my clit continued as the stinging sensations spread all over my tits. That just pushed my orgasm higher. A sudden buzzing in my ass drove me into a second orgasm, just as the first one was waning. My ears were picking up the animalistic sounds emanating from deep withing me as I cried out in bliss. On and on it went. I had entered a realm where the space/time continuum did not exist. Time had no meaning. It could have been days, weeks, or years. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. Eventually, the waves began to subside.
I don't believe that I actually passed out, but it was several minutes before comprehension began to filter back through my brain. I looked over and saw my son and daughter with smirks on their faces. Evan was holding a vibrator in each hand, and Sheree had a flogger.
"Holy shit, mom. Apparently, you're a squirter." Sheree laughed.
"I didn't realize that being nude in front of other people made you so horney, mom." Evan added.
I managed to find my voice. "Yeah. Well neither did I." I admitted. The awareness that I was still basically naked and wearing a butt plug in front of my kids caused another tingle in my pussy. Then, recalling what I had just done in front of them jacked that feeling up a couple more notches.
"You also seem to be a bit of a pain slut. You went off like a rocket when I whipped your tits with your flogger." Sheree added.
"Yeah. I didn't realize that either. I never used it. I bought it on a lark to try and spice up our sex life right before Dickless ran off with his slut. It arrived the morning he announced that he was leaving. I just threw it in with the rest of my toys and forgot about it."
"You got really aroused by showing off to Tommy. By the way, yes, I did set you up. He's been saying for years how he would love to see you naked. I figured that this would be a good opportunity to let that happen."
"Well, exposing myself to him and the humiliation of what I was doing had a lot to do with it, but it was also the fact that I haven't had sex since Dickless ran off. Toys only work so well for curbing the stress. It's only when you are with another live person where real satisfaction can occur."
Yeah, a lot of people are going to think that it's kind of weird to be discussing their sex life with their kids on such a personal level. After what just happened, normal flew out the window. Besides, sitting here naked in front of my kids and telling them all the personal details of my sex life was a bit humiliating and having an effect on me. I was getting aroused again. That's when things went sideways again.
"So, mom." Sheree began. "I couldn't help but notice that there are a couple of strap-ons in the box here. I really don't believe that our sperm donor was the type of guy that enjoyed being pegged, so that makes me wonder if you are into women as well."
"Well, let's just say that I was somewhat popular in the women's dorm when I was in college. I picked those up last year in case I found a woman that I might want to resurrect that part of my life with."
"So, you like fucking women?"
"Not so much fucking them. I prefer to be fucked by them."
"I see. And licking pussies?"
"I've been told that I am quite adept at that."
"Mom. You're playing with your tits and pussy again."
Shit. Another jolt of humiliation.
"You know, sis." Evan said. "I don't know about you, but I don't think that it's fair that we've gotten mom off twice so far, but we haven't gotten off once yet. Besides that, my cock has been rock-hard since we began the pizza dare discussion."
"Yes. I see your point, bro. What do you think we should do about this?"
"Well, personally, I think that it would be only fair if mom got both of us off at least a couple of times to even the score."
"Hmmmm. That does sound like a good idea. So, what's your plan?"
"The way I see it, the preferred method would be for mom to eat you out as I'm fucking her from behind. Then you could put on one of those strap-ons and we switch places."
"That sounds like a plan, but knowing what a slut she's turning into, that will also give her a few more orgasms."
"True. In that case, I think we should DP her. I get first dibs on her ass, though. It was my idea, after all."
Shortly thereafter, I found myself on my knees with my face buried in my daughter's shaved pussy while my son was pounding my pussy into submission. It had been several years, but my pussy licking skills came right back to me. As Evan slid his thick 8-inches into my drooling pussy, I took a long lick up Sheree's pussy. It was a bit musky, but with citrus overtones. I loved it. Due to how wet I was and my very recent use of a dildo, Evan had no trouble embedding his cock into my welcoming pussy. I knew that Evan wasn't going to last long. He had been too worked up for too long. That meant that I had to work fast on Sheree as well. Fortunately, she had also been really horney from the evening's events as well. Sneaking two fingers into her pussy and finding her G-spot, I concentrated using my tongue and lips on her clitoris. It was only a couple of minutes later that she began bucking. Evan shot off shortly after. I had just been building up to another orgasm, but it had not happened.
After a few minutes to recuperate for them, Sheree got up, and Evan took her place. I began licking my juices off of Evan's cock as Sheree donned one of the strap-ons. It took her a couple of minutes to adjust the straps, and Evan had begun to get hard from my oral manipulations. I was going to be in for the long haul this time. I could control Evan's orgasm with my blowjob, and I didn't have to worry about Sheree's strap-on shooting early and going soft. I intended to take my time and enjoy this round.
I began slowly bobbing up and down on Evan's rising cock, using plenty of suction and tongue action. Sheree had gotten the strap-on adjusted to her liking and pushed into my willing pussy. I decided that it was time to be a rocking horse. As Sheree thrust in, I thrust back -- pulling back from Even. When she pulled back, I pressed forward, taking Evan's cock back down. Back and forth, back and forth. The rhythm increased. I had built up a good amount of saliva that I manipulated with my mouth to swirl around Evan's cock. It was time to change things up a tad. Taking a deep breath on the backstroke, I pushed forward and took Evan into the opening of my throat. I fought off my gag reflex, then pushed forward. Slowly, Evan's cock slid farther down my throat. I kept going until my nose was pressed against him. My throat muscles contracted a couple of times causing a milking sensation around his cock. Sheree was really going to town on my pussy now. I pulled back to where Evan was now out of my throat. A moan escaped from me. Since my mouth was still full of Evan's cock, the vibrations from the sound translated to his cock. My orgasm erupted when Sheree slapped my ass. She had been toying with my butt plug. She tapped it, pulled on it, then twisted it. This had the desired effect of ramping me up. The slap on my ass was not light. It stung, and I briefly wondered how long the handprint would last.
I cried out as the orgasm hit me. The small buttons on the strap-on that fit around the wearer's clit did their job as well. I heard Sheree's cry of passion as she orgasmed as well. The vibrations in my mouth from my vocal release sent Evan over the edge. A mighty blast filled my mouth with his cum. Reflexively, I swallowed. I noted the taste. I have always liked the taste of cum, and my son's was no exception. Blast after blast filled my mouth, traveled down my throat, and entered my stomach.
We collapsed in -- well, not exhaustion, but similar. More like after running a race. You need to lay down and catch your breath from the exertion. After about 10-minutes, our energy was returning. I got up and went into the kitchen to get water bottles and wine. Sure, Evan is underage, but I didn't care. He proved to me that he was the man of the house now. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to be driving anywhere tonight.
We had guzzled the water to replenish our fluids, and we were sipping our wine getting ready for the next round. My kids were discussing the logistics for my DP when Evan's phone rang. He smiled when he saw the caller ID.
"Tommy! What's up?"
[unintelligible voice]
"Hey, no problem. I know how much you wanted that, and the situation just developed."
[unintelligible voice]
"Oh, I'm sure that we can make that happen again." Evan's smile warped into an evil smirk. "What time do you get off tonight?"
[unintelligible voice]
"Half an hour will be perfect. Why don't you come over when you get off?"
[unintelligible voice]
"Oh, I'm sure that you will be 'getting off' all right."
[unintelligible voice]
"Oh. Is Janell working tonight?"
[unintelligible voice]
"She gets off the same time you do? You mentioned that she's bisexual, right?" I was getting a bad feeling about this.
[unintelligible voice]
Evan turned and looked directly into my eyes. "Well, tell her that if she wants to come over here with you, there is a gorgeous and submissive MILF that would LOVE to meet her."
[unintelligible voice]
"Oh yeah. My sister and I discovered a LOT of things about her after you left. You might want to call your parents and let them know that you will be spending the weekend over here."
[unintelligible voice]
"OK. See you in a while. By." He concluded as he ended the call.
"You know, Bro, I think that the way things are going that we need to institute a few new rules in the house."
"What are you thinking?"
"Well, first off mom should be naked at all times when she's home. After all, it would just be a waste of time to have her get dressed just to take her clothes off anytime someone wants to play with her."
"Yeah. That sounds reasonable."
"She would strip in the garage as soon as she gets home. We should probably allow her to get dressed in her room in the morning, though. She does have to look her best at work. Trying to do that in the garage just before leaving would be too problematic."
"Yeah. OK. You are more of an expert on women's dressing issues than I am."
"Yeah. Second, Stockings and heels are a must, unless specifically told otherwise."
"Yep. Enthusiastically agreed. We should also include a butt-plug as well, but that doesn't actually need to be all the time."
"Third. She will be available to both of us, individually or together whenever we want."
"Well, that should just go without saying."
"Oh, and we should have her stop at one of the adult stores tomorrow and get a collar and leash. Now that we've discovered how submissive and horney she is, she needs to wear a collar at home at all times."
"While she's there, we should also have her get a nice variety of nipple clamps as well."
"Yeah. Good point. You know? Maybe I'll go with her so I can help pick things out. We'll also need more floggers, whips, canes, paddles, etc. There should be more of a variety than this one measly flogger that she has."
Fuck! This was getting out of hand. Oh, wait. That train had left the station a couple hours ago. Still, now it was escalating even more. First, I was about to be exposed to and fucked by two more people. Now, my kids were planning on making me their naked sex slave. I really needed to put a hard stop to this and try to fix this situation. I would have too, but my pussy was literally leaking a river at that point. I was really going to say something to stop this runaway freight train, except that Sheree was laying on the floor with her strap-on dildo sticking straight up calling for me. It was time to put a stop to this.
I stood up with every intention to tell my two brats that it was over. With full conviction of my actions, I strode over to where Sheree was laying, looked down in her with determination, and -- Fuck! That dildo felt sooooo goooodddd sliding into my needy cunt! She held me down so our nipples were rubbing together as Evan slowly pulled and twisted the butt plug out. He added a little more lube to my ass, then slowly proceeded to press his huge lubed-up cock in. He went slow with plenty of time for me to adjust to the anal invader. I could feel every vein, bump, and ridge on his cock as he slid into me. Once he was fully inserted, he paused for a moment until my ass relaxed. It only took a few strokes for them to get into a good rhythm. They started slow, then increased speed. Evan was slapping my ass, and Sheree began twisting and pulling on my nipples. I lost track of how many orgasms I had before Evan blew his load into my bowels. I know that Sheree had at least a couple, because her cries of passion filled my ears.
We had just finished, and I was laying on the floor regaling in the glow of passion when.....
[DIIIIINNNNGGG, DOOOOONNNNGGG]
With rubbery legs, I managed to stand up and stagger to the door. With no thought to my appearance, I opened the door fully to find Tommy and a very pretty brunette standing there. By the wide smile on Tommy's face and the look of astonishment on the girl's face, it was blatantly obvious that Tommy had neglected to tell his friend what my state of attire was likely to be. Oh, all that talk about putting a stop to this and deescalating things? Yeah, that pretty much flew out the window after my third orgasm from the double penetration.
"Welcome. Come in and have a seat and relax. I'll get you some wine, then I need a few minutes to clean up a bit before we start." I said as I stood aside and gestured our guests in.
That was 6-months ago. Things have changed quite a bit since that night. Yes, I am naked all the time when I am home. No, it doesn't matter if we have guests, deliveries, or repairmen. I have even had to greet a few neighbors at the door while naked. For some odd reason, it seems as if more neighbors are coming to the door for very odd reasons lately. I mean seriously. How much sugar does the attractive blonde with the sweet, shaved pussy down the street really need in one day? And does the 60-year-old man with the 5-inch circumcised cock 2-doors down really think that I want to sign his petition to get his neighbor to stop letting her dog piss on his fence? Why would I need to sign it every other day? Speaking of which, does the dog owner, a 35-year-old single redhead with her pubic hair shaped like a heart really need to come over twice a day to tell me how ridiculous her neighbor's petition is? OK, sure I understand that the two 18-year-old boys with 6 and 7-inch cocks respectively that live in the neighborhood are trying to earn some money for college, but my lawn really doesn't need to be mowed EVERY FUCKING DAY! And how the hell did I get volunteered to host the Saturday Morning Coffee and Book Club meeting? I've lived here for 6-years and never even heard of the club until last month! Do half of them even read books?
Anyway. I need to wrap this up. I'm getting kind of busy. I'm hosting my kid's Super Bowl party. Currently, I'm kneeling in front of my daughter's best friend, Nickie, with my tongue in her pussy. I'm currently wearing stockings, garter belt, 6-inch stilettos, leather collar with leash, a butt-plug, and nipple clamps with a chain attached to them. Shit! One team scored. Fuck, I hope it was only a field goal. Nope! Touchdown. Yeah, I get one strike with the cane on my ass and thighs for every point scored. Damn, I hope it's a low scoring game. Thank God the blonde bimbo striking my ass with the cane doesn't hit very hard.
Oh, yeah. About that. It's the same blonde bimbo cashier that works for me. It was three months ago when it was just bad luck that she came into the employee's restroom as I was reinserting my butt-plug. Not only did she catch me bent over the sink with the plug halfway in, but the recent red stripes from last night's caning were also clearly visible. She tried to blackmail me. Of course, I fired back that I could have her arrested for blackmail. We negotiated. I deal with suppliers on a regular basis, so my negotiating skills are top-notch. Hers, not so much. We agreed that there was humiliation on my part, but nothing illegal. Her offence could land her in prison. It took a lot of negotiating skill, but I finally convinced her that punishment was due, and she agreed to a firm spanking. I was rather surprised at how shy and timid she was when we began the punishment back in my office. After the fifth smack, I scolded her and told her that punishment was supposed to be painful. She began to really put some strength into her blows on my upturned ass as I was laying across her lap. Seriously! How was she supposed to learn her lesson if her hand wasn't sore when she was done? After noticing how wet my pussy got from my humiliation and pain (it might have been my orgasm on the 15th smack that clued her in), she deemed it was necessary to prove that her pussy was still clean shaven. She insisted that I verify that -- with my tongue.
"So, MOM. In your opinion, has Brandi gotten better with the cane?" My daughter asked.
"Not really, ma'am. She still hits like a five-year-old.... Bless her heart."