The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 12: Making Freddy a Man.
Hi readers, welcome back! I know it's been a while, but even a sexually voracious Slut Mommie like myself has to work occasionally. My last chapter ended with me winning the 'competition' at The Chateaux. My performance with the massively cocked Donkey and Jumbo was voted more exciting than the hefty Asian woman Betty's one with my son and husband.
At the end of the show, I was terrified of how my husband would react. But, instead of being angry at and disappointed in me, Sean was turned on and proud of me. After a celebratory drink with Siobhan and her crew, we piled into several cars and headed home.
I take up my story around three weeks from that night.
With my bladder threatening to explode, I dug myself out from the tangle of limbs surrounding me. Johnny's thick cock pressed between my thighs and against my entrance, reminding me of my urgent need to wee. Charmaine, as she typically was, was snuggled between my lush 16DD breasts. Her left hand unconsciously kneaded my right globe as she slept, a happy smile on her pouty lips. She protestingly moaned and rolled to cuddle Jennifer when I moved.
Managing to stand, I stepped over my son and his girlfriend, Gina, and stepped off the bed. In my absence, Johnny turned and cuddled his girlfriend. He'd shown me the engagement ring he'd bought for her. I briefly thought twenty was too young to marry, but I had to remind myself that I was only eighteen when Sean and I did. So, instead of objecting, I smiled and congratulated him.
Closing my en suite's door, I sat down gratefully, letting my over-full bladder release and almost audibly sighing as it did. After cleaning up, I studied my body in the mirror. It was getting close to my thirty-ninth birthday, and I wanted to see how well I was aging. Turning back and forth, I admired my long, shapely legs, happy to see they were without a blemish. I cast a critical eye over my shoulder at my toned but curvaceous bottom.
'Good!' I thought. 'Still firm with no sign of cellulite.' I shuddered as I considered my mother and sisters. All of whom had 'porked up'. The three were still beautiful women, but each weighed over 90 kg. I reminded myself to thank Patrick when I next saw him.
Cupping my large breasts, I lifted them and let them drop. 'Excellent! Still only one minor bounce,' I thought. I'd fail the pencil test, but my 16 double-D breasts are so large that I would have failed that test from the moment my pregnancy showed. I raised my arms and was pleased that I couldn't detect any 'chicken wings' or 'dish lady arms'. 'I really should reward Patrick's work,' I told myself.
Since I'd seduced Patrick, my personal trainer, and let him fuck me, he'd been surprisingly standoffish. At first, it seemed that he expected me to fuck him every time we trained together. But then he stopped turning up in tight, clinging shorty-shorts that emphasised his long, muscly legs, his tight buns, and showed his large cock to advantage. Instead, he wore loose sweatpants. Worse was that he hardly met my eyes anymore. It wasn't that he ogled me, which I would have enjoyed, it was that he didn't look in my direction at all.
I realised he was probably embarrassed about expecting sex to be a regular thing, but that was ridiculous. Before he finally succumbed, I'd offered Patrick many hints to take me before I literally took things into my own hands and tripped him so he fell between my shapely thighs. Perhaps I needed to do something similar again.
I'd even, as he'd suggested, worn my white outfit when he came to train me. Patrick said if I wore that outfit, which becomes see-through when wet from my sweat, he'd know I wanted to play again and be keen to, too. However, that was a problem for another day.
Leaning closer to the mirror, I examined my face. If I was brutally honest, which I liked to be with myself, I had laugh lines appearing around my beautiful, dark brown eyes and frown lines between my sculpted eyebrows. However, I thought, for a nearly forty-year-old, I was looking pretty darned good! My naked son and the equally bare teenagers in my bed obviously thought so, too!
Re-entering my bedroom, I looked at the entangled foursome spread across my super-king bed and sighed. 'I should climb into the middle of them and lie down,' I thought. 'Wake the whole lot up!' However, I couldn't do that, so I sighed again and took my robe off the hook on the door. Swinging the long, flowing silk item over my shapely shoulders, I walked down the stairs to my kitchen. Using my Breville Oracle coffee maker, I made myself a flat white and sat at the breakfast bar.
Then, unsure what I still had, I checked the fridge. Fortunately, I still had three slices of bacon and plenty of eggs and hash browns for Johnny. Plus, there was still a large container of yoghurt and lots of almond milk, cereals and diced fruit to make fruit bowls or smoothies for us girls. Satisfied I had what I needed for breakfast, I relaxed onto my stool, sipped my coffee, and recalled some of the events during the last few weeks before Sean and my daughter, Kristy, had left on their European business trip. My memories started with the late night/early morning after my show at The Chateaux.
Sean, Kristy, Freddy, Rick and I had driven home from The Chateaux in Sean's car. With an embarrassed look on his face, Freddy looked longingly at my daughter, who sat between him and Rick, chatting and flirting excitedly with the latter and ignoring the former the whole way home. Kristy didn't notice his looks at all. Andrew, Gina, Jennifer and Charmaine had travelled with Johnny in his vehicle. Bringing up the rear, Phil had Caoimhe, Mike, and Siobhan in his. They would swing by Mike and Kath's place to pick up Kath. Kath is a journalist with Foxsports News, Australia, and couldn't risk being recognised at a venue like The Chateaux, so she had remained at home.
Arriving home, drinks were brought out, and an impromptu party started. Jennifer was the first to strip and jump into the pool, but everyone else was close behind. Johnny had inserted a flash drive holding many songs into our outside stereo, and music blared through our pool area. The prudish neighbours beside our long driveway would be over tomorrow to complain. But for now, it was 'beggar them'!
I was sitting on the pool steps, watching and smiling, when Kath, my oldest and dearest friend, swam up. I opened my shapely thighs as she swam between them. Lifting my knees and wrapping my calves around her toned, slender hips, I pulled her close, and we exchanged a tender kiss. We'd always been close, but our friendship blossomed into something way deeper than mere friends after spending four debaucherous days together at a Sunshine Coast hideaway.
Kath rubbed her gorgeous A-cup nipples against my full D-cup ones and kissed me again. "You had fun tonight, I heard," she teased.
"I did!" I giggled. "My poor pussy is so stretched you could drive your Benz SUV through it!"
"I doubt that," Kath laughingly denied. "Knowing you, you started your Kegel exercises as soon as you were off the stage. But let me check!" She slid her fingers along my slit and dipped her middle finger into my vulva. "Nup! As tight as ever! She stated.
"You're right, I did," I admitted, becoming aroused despite having been as vigorously fucked as I'd ever been less than an hour before. "But despite what you say, my pussy muscles ache! It was fun, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to experience that much stretch again."
"What was it like?" Kath asked enviously. "Do you think they'd play with me?"
