Please permit me to introduce myself. My name is Grace. I am of Italian descent, have long black hair, am considered pretty, and have a slender build. My most noticeable characteristics are my 38 DD breasts. Following my father's wishes, at 17 I entered a convent. After many years in seclusion I realized that I naturally possessed a deep lust and needed to explore those desires.
Therefore at 23 I left the cloister and married a wealthy older man whom I had done volunteer work with and who had claimed that he loved me. I live now with him and his children of his previous marriage in our nice home. I am happy in my new life but I have found sex with him to be a great disappointment. He is really just too old for me, something I could not recognize when I was still naïve. He is also has little energy and frankly, just not very well endowed. He worries constantly about his business and has little time to spend satisfying me.
Therefore I decided to explore my desires and fantasies beyond the confines of our marriage of 3 years. He is the only man I have known, and so this was a great step for me. There are many people in our lives that I meet daily, both men and women, that I lust for. I masturbate frequently imagining being with them, showing them my breasts, having them explore my curves, letting them control my body, using it in any manner they please.
I have a deeply submissive side, and crave to be dominated and humiliated by a strong lover, trained through discipline and punishment to become obedient to their will. My eyes are particularly drawn to my husband's children, watching them all grow into maturity as handsome, strong young men and a precious young lady.
One night recently, unable to resist my desires, I decided to take a chance with the middle son, Tom. With my husband away on a business trip and the other step-children visiting friends for the night, I knew Tom and I would have some time alone. He is back from college for the summer and so I suggested that we have a few drinks and chat, finally getting a chance to really know one another better. Only a few years my junior at 23 years old and a college football player, my 5'3" and 110 pound body was dwarfed by his masculine 6'4" and 300 frame as we sat on the couch together.
We chatted about his life at college, his football team, his car and his girlfriend, whom who is lonely for. I listened tentatively, placing my hand on his massive thigh as he mentioned how much he missed her attentiveness. Periodically I would rise to refresh our drinks and return smiling and eager to listen to him further.
I began the night wearing a black evening dress than came to just below the knees, and my 3" heels, as I had just returned from a social event. The material hugged the curves of my butt nicely, and drew attention to my cleavage, which I enjoyed revealing ever more so to him as I bent forward to hand him his drink.
As nonchalantly as he endeavoured to behave, I could clearly see his eyes following my calves and ass with every step out of the room, and his glances focusing on my bosom with my re-entry. With each passing drink and as both our inhibitions became reduced, his glancing became blatant stares down my top. I savoured the attention and sought to offer him a more seductive view.
With the next drink re-fill I commented on the way out of the room that the dress was too tight and I needed to get into something lighter and less binding. On my return to the living room his eyes transfixed upon my figure at the entrance. I stood before him in a tiny black nightie, holding up the two drinks. The negligee covered to above the knee and cupped each of my breasts tightly.
Showing their full shape and size, it also pressed my boobs together to offer the eye a full view of cleavage. Having let down my hair and keeping on the heels, I approached him gingerly, bending over deeply to hand him his glass. I then returned to my spot sitting beside him, smiling broadly.
Tom stared at me intently but was a gentleman and made no vulgar remarks. Adjusting my position periodically, I ensured that he was able to enjoy the view of my slightly parted thighs. As I finished the drink I handed him the empty glass and commented that he shouldn't let me drink any more.
Cuddling up close to his well-muscled body I explained that his father told me on more than one occasion that when I drink too much that I just tend to fall asleep and black out, oblivious the next morning of the events of the night before. Placing a large arm around my waist he drew me in and told me not to worry and that he would take good care of me.
Finishing his own drink he went to the kitchen for another and returned with yet another glass of wine for me as well. Forgetting my previous statement I welcomed the offer, and continued to drink my fill. Giggling like a silly girl I cuddled up tightly to him. Putting my hand on his strong bicep I commented on what a handsome and muscular man he was.
My husband at only 5'8" and 160 pounds is a puny weakling compared to his stallion of a son. Leaning back and smiling profusely, I had let the strap of my negligee slip over my shoulder and one breast hung virtually out of the nightie, with the edge of my broad dark aerial revealed to his view. I pretended not to notice and continued to laugh and giggle at every witty comment he made.
Again he placed one large arm around my waist and held me tightly, with my head on the chest. With his free hand he tactfully lowered the strap further down my shoulder, causing my left breast to become completely exposed. While I fawned and cooed like a little girl in his grasp, he would take opportunities to explore my bare breast. He caressed the soft flesh, teased my erect nipple, and lifted my breast to feel the weight in his hand.
He would also lower the hand on my waist to my thigh, raising the nightie up to expose my thin panties. Yawning deeply I leaned back upon him and spread my legs so that he could stroke my inner thighs and rub the soft hair of my trimmed bush through my panties.
Under his spell I pretended to soon fall asleep in his arms. Taking the glass from my hand he placed the two glasses on a shelf and began to caress my hair and face. Once convinced that I was fully asleep I felt his hands return to my breasts and bare legs. Lowering both shoulder straps he removed my arms from them, completely exposing my breasts to his view and touch.
Soon I felt his massive hands cupping my breasts together, squeezing them firmly. Continuing to fondle my breasts and tugging at my nipples he muttered to himself "God you have fabulous tits. Ever since I first saw you I wanted these tits."
In response I whispered back in a drunk and sleepy voice "all yours darling."
Startled he released me, but then as I responded no more he realized that I was talking in my sleep. Returning his hands atop my tits he grabbed them roughly, lifting them, squeezing them, kneading my flesh like dough. With his lips at my ear he demanded "does mother like her big tits played with?"
"Yes." I mumbled. Turning my back to him he placed a meaty hand under each breast and crushed them eagerly, whispering into my ear "Does mother need her new son to take control of her tits tonight?"
"God, yes dear." I replied in a low sleepy voice.
Squeezing my breasts hard he said "Then moan you sexy little bitch." and I let out a long moan of pleasure.
Instinctively I also spread my legs even wider. Reaching down he shoved his manly paw under my panties and a finger was soon stroking my hard clitoris into spasms of ecstasy.
As I convulsed on the tip of his finger, gyrating my hips to match his movements, I began to moan loudly and repeatedly. As he pulled a nipple with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other, he proclaimed aloud "Oh my, I think mommy has a horny little cunt, doesn't she?"
