Hello there, my beautiful readers of the finest perversions and smut! Before we begin:
All active characters in this story are 18 years or older. Highlighted kinks include exhibitionism, voyeurism, light BDSM, age play, lactation, incest, race play, bi play, con-non-con, and group sex.
The point of view changes from time to time in this tale. I've separated the present from the past memories in the story. Hence the break lines, for ease of formatting and hopefully reading.
While I hope you're able to sink your proverbial teeth in and enjoy these hot dishes I'm serving, your own discretion may be advised. Now that you've been given fair notice, let's get on with the good stuff!
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Thelma Simmons, an average 40 year old brunette-but-greying wife and mother, had two beautiful grown children still living at home with her. Her eldest, 20 year old Steven, would be moving away to college soon on a swimmer's scholarship.
And her daughter, Susanne, who just recently turned 18, was a shoe-in to be the valedictorian of her senior class this year. She couldn't be more of an adoring fan of both of them.
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We join this vivacious wife and mother now, as she slowly dances through her living room this evening. She's casually dressed in a pretty pink robe, and thinking back on her life and her family...
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She didn't mind that her little Stevie was still at home either, since her husband Jack was always out on his business trips. And admittedly, Stevie wasn't so little anymore.
He was actually quite the tall and strapping young man, as competitive swimming kept him in fine shape. His job this summer as the local pool lifeguard also helped, she assumed.
At least, that's what her so-called friends, the other mothers of her children's friends, always insisted on reminding her. As if she needed it, always being around him!
Granted, many of them were like herself, and lacking regular physical affection at home from their spouses, but still. And they always seemed extra keen to remark on the designs of his speedos, too.
And sure, she wasn't oblivious to his very appealing nature either. Even old, lonely mothers have eyes, and... needs. But he was her son, and it would have to stay that way, the occasional fantasy be damned!
She was proud of the attention he so often received from them, though. It amused her greatly anytime those bitches were jealous or envious of him or her.
And between her two lovely offspring, Steven was the most like his mother in personality and character. Nurturing, even tempered, and charming but reserved. Stubborn when necessary too, but always in the service of those he cared for most.
He was not as book-smart as his younger sister, but he had far more wisdom or 'street smarts' More patience and discipline, honestly.
Overall, she and Susie were really just grateful for the added sense of security he provided. Having a man at home with them, even if that seemed a bit old fashioned, was something they treasured.
She wasn't sure what they would do when he left. Perhaps she could convince Jack to stay home, or maybe even retire? Ha! As if!
And Susie? Sweet Susanne was so intelligent, her mother thought. Always at the top of her class. Studious and quite kind, most of the time. But she wore her feelings on her sleeve, so to speak.
And so much more so during her teenage years! She was a rebel at times and terribly impulsive, but many were at that age, she supposed.
And, well, Susie had an... unusual... 'birth defect' the old timer doctors had called it, though she considered it to be more of a 'unique gift' for her daughter. It didn't bother her family at all, nor did it affect her physical health growing up, but mentally and emotionally? Especially as a teenager?
Well now that she was at the age to seek a romantic partner and relationship, her mother worried that any potential suitors might not be willing to accept that special uniqueness about her. Oh, what hurt that kind of rejection could do to her poor girl!
She prayed every day that a wonderful boy with an even bigger heart (and perhaps another certain organ, she mused) than her daughter's would love her unconditionally. Of course, her mother felt her little girl deserved the very best in every aspect of life, but especially that one!
And Susie was a big-hearted girl, bless her, which meant when she felt something, anything really, she felt it intensely. Intense joy, sadness, euphoria, melancholy, anger, love, etc. There was no middle ground.
She was anything but lukewarm. Either she was ice cold or raging hot! She was going to make her future husband really confused, but really happy one day. Well, if the poor girl could land a boyfriend first, anyway. That struggle seemed very real as of late.
Susanne actually reminded her of her husband Jack in some of those ways. She was definitely her father's child. A chip off his old block, if you will.
He, too, was smart and dedicated, but he exuded so much power in his emotions! That's why she still loved him to this day, despite his long absences.
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Thelma, now blissfully in full reminiscing mode, sits down in the middle of her couch and continues to let her mind wander, with a sly smile upon her face...
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Anytime Jack was around, he was sweeping her off her feet into his tornado of passions, literally and figuratively! He'd throw open the front door, grab her firmly by her generous rump with both his hands, loudly declare his unending love for her, spin her around and kiss her oh so deeply!
She'd both melt in his arms as if it were the first time, and quickly lose her breath in the first of many mild to wild orgasms! More than once, to her dismay, when he'd finally let her go and lift up his hands, they'd be glistening with her wetness, regardless of the clothes she wore or didn't wear at the time.
It would seem to always happen, despite her best efforts to resist, even if the children were present or they happened to have guests over! Sometimes she even wondered if their inclusion reinforced her body's sweet betrayal!
The same would happen when he was leaving again, of course. But then in-between? Oh my! As brief as those times could be, they were often oh so wicked!
If they ever fought, for example, it was a war for him to be won! Come hell or high water, he was in it to win it! It didn't matter how trivial or how serious the fight was originally about, oh no! She would eventually give in. He would make her!
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We can see our lovely milf now with a dreamy look on her beautiful face, as her hand absently drifts up and down the front of her neck and chest, between her slightly opened robe and along her braless cleavage...
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Oh, how he would yell! Get right up in her face! Tower over her! Roughly pull her hair back and hate-kiss her so hard she'd cum right then and there! She'd even forget what they were fighting about!
Then he'd yell at her some more, and even growl a mean ol' growl! Then he'd hate-bite and suck at her neck, making sure to leave deep, dark hickies so that everyone would know who was the boss, and who was right and who was clearly wrong!
Of course, her own stubbornness would kick in by then, because how dare he so quickly dismiss her?! So the fight would continue! She'd start physically struggling, quietly at first, even if it was really already over, because they were both caught up in his whirlwind!
He'd slam his ass down hard on the nearest couch or chair, tear at her clothes until they were in shreds, then throw her over his knee and spank her jiggly pawg ass red-raw! She'd be weeping and moaning loudly by then too!
When he thought she'd had enough of that, he'd shove several fingers in her quivering, juicy cunt and hate-fuck her with his wild hands, over and over, near effortlessly! He'd make her squirt several times, even if it took awhile to do so.
Then he'd gather as much of her womanly cream in his messy hands as he could and pour it over her! One time, she clearly could remember that he even fucked her with his whole fist! He could get so crazy sometimes! She couldn't properly sit for a week after that, but it had been so worth the experience!
By this point, he'd be calling her all kinds of filthy, degrading names. He'd spank her pussy repeatedly, pinch her protruding clit, and demand that she relent! He'd make her beg for forgiveness with a proper fuck that he'd then say she didn't deserve. And of course, she gladly would!
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And now, as she remembers these intimate details, watch as her legs spread open, instinctively. It's evident her robe is all she wears tonight, even as it falls open to her sides. Her hand drifts lower, to her tummy...
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So, he'd finally throw her on her hands and knees up over the back of the couch or chair. Then he'd pull out his sizeable and very hard, already leaking phallus from his pants, and really give it to her from behind like mad-man pounding his bitch in heat!
No mercy either! He'd pull her hair back again, bending her up and backwards, and make her maul and hate-suck and bite her own motherly tits, giving herself more hickies there!
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As her one hand drifts lower still, fingertips grazing her curly little hairs and then the protective hood of her clitoris, she uses her other hand to gently grab her own ponytail, mimicking a portion of her memories, making it all the more real to relive again now...
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Back when she was still nursing their kids, Jack got a real kick out of making her drink her own milk as well! He'd even tell her to drown herself with it, like she did with his spunk when he face fucked her! Oh, those were the days...
But now, since that's no longer an option for her, he'd only rarely get to make her do that sort of thing with the help of another, younger mother if she were available and willing. Oh yes! At times, others got involved!
