The Adventures of a Slut Mommie

The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 17.

The Return of The King—All Good Things Must End.

Well, readers, here we are at the last of my adventures. From here, both you and I will have to wait and see if there are any more. My previous adventures ended with an orgy around my pool, where I successfully introduced the McKenzie family to incestuous sex. My last adventures begin some two weeks after that night.

'Great,' I thought, looking at the flight board. 'Delayed due to fog.' I'd checked on the 'flightradar' app before leaving home, and it informed me that the flight bringing my husband and daughter home from Amsterdam was on time. I'd left home to meet them too early already, and I knew that. But I was anxious and eager to see them after being apart for two months, and I couldn't stay at home any longer. I'd have been standing waiting nervously for my family to clear customs anyway, but now, with the delay, I'd be trembling in anticipation for ages.

I caught my reflection in the windows leading outside and checked myself out. I'd worn my most towering heels, so the first noticeable thing was my height. With the heels, I was easily over 183 cm (6-ft.) tall, standing at least as tall as many others and taller than most—the tallest woman in this part of the airport.

My breasts were my next most obvious characteristic. The dress I wore clung to my large, firm globes and exposed generous amounts of my décolletage. I'd bought this dark red Nalini, draped, open-back, A-line mini dress on a whim as I passed by a designer boutique store. The item left my back and arms bare, meaning I couldn't wear a bra, but I rarely do, anyway, so ... I had a matching thong on because the dress clung so tightly to my shapely rear that it tended to pop over my bottom and pool around my hips if I bent too far over. Sean would not be happy if I exposed my divinely heart-shaped ass to the public, even though I'm sure most of them would appreciate the view!

Apart from my height, gorgeous breasts, and prominent, shapely ass, my extremely long and toned legs are my next best asset. My personal trainer, Patrick, has me doing many stair runs, squats, star jumps and burpees to ensure they remain as slender and shapely as they were when I was a teenager. For a girl who hates exercise, I certainly do enough of it.

Sighing, I found a seat a little further away from everyone else and sat down. Carefully crossing my long, sculptured legs so that I didn't flash my barely covered snatch to any passers-by, I briefly wished that I still smoked and that it were still legal to smoke in places like airports. When I'm nervous or anxious, a contemplative cigarette always soothes me.

Thinking of having a cigarette flashed my memory back to the beginning of my adventures. My feelings towards Edgar damned Fontaine still wavered between anger and condemnation to grudging admiration. Mister Fontaine had taken upon himself, in his own words, to 'free me from my sexually repressed life'. The problem was that I now acted like the world's biggest slut. What was worse is that my husband, my owner and guardian, and my son, my protector, seemed to encourage my wanton behaviour instead of controlling it.

Smiling a little bitterly, I wondered if my marriage would survive my sexual exploits whilst my husband was away. Then I wondered if I could even remember all the different people I'd had sex with since my first visit to Edgar Fontaine's hypnotherapy clinic. Deciding it would help to fill in the time waiting for Sean and Kristy to arrive, I began to see if I could recall them all.

My first extra-marital sexcapade was unknown to me at the time. It was with Edgar's receptionist, Liz Donnelly—a woman with the largest knockers I've ever seen. Seriously, mine are a firm double-D. Liz's are at least a double-G. I'd gone to The Fontaine Clinic in East Brisbane for help to end my nicotine addiction. The hypnotherapist, Edgar Fontaine, decided to 'free me from sexual repression' as well—not something I wanted.

If not for Edgar Fontaine, I would have happily spent my entire life making love to one man: My husband—the man who claimed my virginity on my eighteenth birthday.

Edgar, whilst I was under hypnosis, encouraged my carnal desires to emerge. Now Edgar, as he so proficiently proved to me, could not make me do anything that I did not want to do. Therefore, my sexual exploits since that day are all on me. However, if Edgar hadn't taken it upon himself to 'free me', I would never have discovered my 'inner slut'. Undoubtedly, I have thoroughly enjoyed almost all of my adventures since that fateful day, but I still have guilt pangs about how big a trollop I have become. Hence, my ambiguous feelings about Mister Edgar Gawddamned Fontaine.

So, Liz Donnelly, Edgar's receptionist, was only the second person I'd had sex with. Well, assuming you don't count my teenage sexual explorations with my best friend, Kath Loughlin. Those never went beyond some kissing and light petting, though.

Smiling to myself, I remembered my first adventure. That adventure culminated with me surrendering my sweet little pussy to my tall, muscular, incredibly strong son. So, by the end of my first chapter, my sexual partners had tripled—from one to three.

I'd hoped that my adventures would end with that episode. When I awoke the following morning, my guilty conscience kept me in bed until I was sure my son had left the house. The problem was that my eighteen-year-old daughter, all innocently, set my libido raging again. Her innocent actions triggered a flicker/image flashback episode, which further inflamed my desires. I managed to avoid doubling down on my error with my son and having sex with my daughter, but I was only staving off the inevitable, and my daughter became my fourth lover only a little later.

Frank Fucking Pritchard was next. A slimier, more disgusting man than I'd ever want to meet. Frank caught me urinating in the open and somehow took advantage of the 'slut imperative' I had controlling my actions at that time. Edgar had implanted a post-hypnotic suggestion into my deep psyche that had me reacting with sexual excitement to being called a slut. Frank discovered this accidentally and used it to force me to have sex with him. It certainly didn't help my self-esteem that I climaxed on his pathetic four-inch cock. Unfortunately, Frank Effing Pritchard would feature heavily in later chapters.

I'd fallen into making love with my daughter regularly. Somehow, even though I could resist my son's advances, I had little resistance to my daughter's burgeoning sexuality. Part of it, I knew, was because, like her, I wanted her father to be the one to introduce her to physical love.

It was in the midst of this that, in part 3, Frank phoned and demanded that I meet him again. My mind was in turmoil, and with the slut imperative raging, I could see no option but to agree. His constant use of the word 'slut' had me fingering myself and creaming on my fingers, despite my skin crawling at the mere thought of Frank touching me again.

Of course, before that fateful meeting, I had to revisit The Fontaine Clinic. Edgar's instructions had left me seemingly without the will to resist, and I dressed as he had instructed. Upon meeting with Mister Fontaine, he conclusively proved that he wasn't controlling me. Yes, he had planted the suggestions into my psyche, but I was acting on them because I wanted to, not because he had instructed me to. Sometime after my session, I remembered having wanton sex with his receptionist again, making me wonder if I was unwittingly becoming a lesbian.

Later in the week, following Frank's instructions, I dressed like a tramp and caught a train to the Fortitude Valley train station. On that platform, I met and briefly played with a voluptuous Asian woman named Betty. Betty would reappear in later episodes, much to my surprise and delight.

Frank met me when I arrived at Bowen Hills Station. He had brought three friends, and it was clear that he expected me to service all four of them. I had no intention of letting that happen, but with the slut imperative controlling my mind, I allowed two of his friends to play with my breasts and pussy on the way to La Châteaux du Plaisir Tortueux (The Chateaux of Tortuous Pleasure). One wanted to fuck me, and by Gawd, I would have let him, too. Luckily for me, we arrived at The Chateaux before he could.

At The Chateaux, I met the Dominatrix Siobhan—another person who would feature regularly in the chapters to come. Siobhan used me as her prop for a sex show in front of close to three hundred onlookers. Before the show, Mistress Siobhan fingered me to an orgasm, preparing my sweet little pussy so it would gape lewdly and shine with my juices for her adoring audience.

In the first half of her show, Siobhan used a magic wand vibrator to force a stupendous orgasm from my willing body. After I'd cum, part one ended, and I was mercifully moved back behind the partition and into the performers' room. Unfortunately, my torment wasn't finished because, as Siobhan chucklingly pointed out, she had to prepare me for part two.

In the interval between shows, I somehow managed to add another lover to my ever-increasing list. Caoimhe, who I discovered was my best friend, Kath Loughlin's daughter, tongued my dripping pussy, preparing me for the second half of Siobhan's show.

In the show's second part, I was bound to a leather gynaecologist's chair. Mistress Siobhan then slid a dildo which was attached to a fucking machine, into my squelchingly hot pussy. The machine started agonisingly slowly and crept upwards in only small increments. As my arousal slowly burned, so did my impatience to reach my crest and cum again. The 'cock' on the fucking machine spun as it thrust slowly in and out of me, deliciously stimulating my G-spot. Unawarely, my hips rose to meet the dildo's thrusts, and my moans echoed throughout the ballroom.

I had gotten close to my peak when Siobhan turned the machine off completely and removed it from my grasping pussy. Next, she added a secondary dildo to the first before reinserting the larger fake cock into my dripping vulva. The second dildo pressed momentarily against my knot before slowly splitting it open and delving into my tightly clenching ass. My climb towards another stupendous climax quickly began.

Earlier, Mistress Siobhan had prohibited me from cumming until she gave permission. I was about to shatter that edict and cum anyway when the crowd started chanting, "Let her cum! Let her cum!"

Mercifully, Siobhan relented and gave me permission to reach my peak. Squealing louder than I thought possible, I orgasmed on the twin cocks in my tight love holes and, for the first time in my life, squirted pussy juices from my exploding vagina. This set the crowd into raptures, and they roared their approval. Siobhan removed the dildos from my slippery nether regions, exposing my gaping holes to my adoring fans before rotating the stage back behind the partition.

All evening, Mistress Siobhan had been insisting that I badly needed a solid rogering. Once the stage had fully returned into the performers' room, she positioned a massive strap-on dildo at my entrance and slowly forced it into me. The delight in being so completely filled by Siobhan's enormous fake cock had me pleading and begging to be fucked even harder. To add to my lust, Caoimhe climbed onto the chair and offered her sweet young pussy to my lips. I eagerly lapped at her flowing juices, all the while begging for Siobhan to fuck me harder.

After Siobhan had satisfied my wanton desires, she abandoned me to Frank and his depraved cohorts. Frank entered the room and prepared to rape me. Bound to the chair, there was less than nothing that I could do to stop him and his friends from using me. Everything seemed lost, but then, like an avenging angel from a movie, my tall, handsome, muscular son, along with Freddy and Phil, burst into the room and rescued me. After dealing with Frank and his perverted friends, Johnny took me home, and we made slow, passionate love until the early hours of the morning.

Of course, that was where I ended that chapter of my adventures. My story took up the morning after the events at The Chateaux.

Little happened that day until Phil and Freddy came over and somehow induced me into posing for them again. Then, after they'd taken numerous glamour photos, I found myself agreeing to be made up to look sexily different and allowing Phil and Freddy to take much more daring and salacious pictures.

As I strutted and posed for the two strapping young men, they became more and more daring in their touches and how close they were to me. As things progressed, I knew I'd eventually let them have me. However, before we quite reached that point, my daughter arrived home from uni.

To my surprise, Kristy only made a token show of offence at her mother posing sexily for two men and quickly changed to an outfit as sensuously decadent as mine and allowed the two young men to photograph her, too.

Again, the path we were on would probably have led to us allowing the two handsome young men to have us, but my son's imminent arrival sent Kristy and me scurrying for our bedrooms.

Johnny had brought his girlfriend, Gina, home for the first time. Gina is a pretty young thing with a more than fleeting resemblance to Catherine Zeta-Jones. Somehow, not long after meeting her, I found myself on my knees in our kitchen, eating her succulent, young pussy.

Later that same night, I made love to my sexily lush daughter, too. Using my experiences as the lesbian daughter to a dominant mother, I showed Kristy how to mash our pussy lips together and scissor and/or trib together. This led to many satisfying orgasms for us both and very little sleep.

Gina repeated her dominance of me the following morning, making me eat her sweet little pussy in my kitchen. The sheer naughtiness of eating my son's cum out of his girlfriend's vagina had me swiftly closing in on a massive climax. However, before I could leap from the precipice of my orgasm, Gina bent me over the kitchen bench and spanked my firm, lusciously curved ass. I will embarrassedly admit to delighting in being spanked by my dominant, especially in moments of intense passion. The climax I had as my son's girlfriend spanked me was a cataclysmic event that I could barely stop myself from screaming to the stars about.

Not much happened for a number of days after these events. It wasn't until I decided to tease my personal trainer, Patrick, that I had more fun. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite able to seduce him at that time.

Later that same day, my son phoned me from his girlfriend's house, drunk and wanting to come home. Of course, I immediately jumped into my sunset red Audi A3 and raced to Gina's place to get him. Getting there, I found three stunningly gorgeous girls and my son in Gina's parent's hot tub. Gina was one of the three girls, and the others were two more who would often feature in my subsequent stories. Their names were Charmaine and Jennifer.

Learning that Johnny was passed out, I reluctantly allowed Gina to dress me in the tiniest bikini you've ever seen and encourage me to join them in the tub. When Gina and I returned to the tub, I discovered that Jennifer was casually blowing my son. Gina was seemingly unbothered by this and hastened me up the steps and in between Johnny and Charmaine. She sat on the other side of Jennifer.

Charmaine, a truly stunning young woman of Chilean heritage, immediately pounced on me. But she did it in such a sweet, unassuming way that I found myself responding by returning her kisses and tonguing her gorgeous breast mounds. Seconds later, I had her bikini top off and one of her nipples in my suckling mouth.

Gina interrupted what was inevitably going to happen by fetching glasses of wine and some nibblies. I hadn't eaten dinner, so the bubbly wine on my empty stomach soon gave me a nice mellow buzz. My mellowness meant that I didn't resist when Jennifer crossed the pool and also began kissing me and playing with my lush charms. However, I was (barely) able to retain some modicum of self-control and slid from between the two gorgeous women and moved away, leaving them to entertain each other.

Gina then teased me by offering my son's cock for me to suck. Despite wanting to severely, I managed to stop myself and refuse her tease. With my decency barriers slowly collapsing, I watched as the three girls played with my son, and I knew that if I didn't get out of there shortly, I'd be on my knees with the others, sucking my son's enormous cock. Unfortunately, my control wavered before I could leave, and I found myself licking my son's big balls and Gina's clit as she rode Johnny until he climaxed inside her exceptionally tight pussy. Now that I'd crossed that incest taboo barrier, I eagerly ate my son's essence from his girlfriend's pussy as she continually orgasmed on my lips and tongue.

Now that my libido had exploded, I willingly swapped my attention to Charmaine's glistening pussy, and I ate her, too. As I ate Charmaine, the other girls caressed my nipples, clit and entrance, and before I knew it, I screamed as an orgasm shook my generously proportioned, supremely toned body.

My mind was lost in lust, and I was teetering along a cliff that would lead to a shaming fall. Any second now, the last of my will would crumble, and I'd ride my son's fabulous cock as the three girls watched. Dredging up my last vestiges of control, I wrapped my dress around me and staggered to the car before I could commit the ultimate sin before my son's three girlfriends.

Returning my thoughts to the present, I glanced at the arrivals board to see that Sean and Kristy's plane had been further delayed. 'Four chapters into my adventures, and so far, I'd only taken an extra nine lovers,' I thought. However, I knew my sexual conquests only accelerated from here. Sighing, I shifted position and let my reveries overtake me again.

My memory returned to the night in Gina's parent's hot tub. I'd already started my car when my naked son jumped in beside me. Johnny almost immediately passed out, leaving his thickly erect, 7+ inch tool waving and bouncing in the streetlights. On the way home, I couldn't help but take that delicious todger in my dainty hand, marvelling at its length and thickness. Getting home, Johnny rewarded my ministrations to his rampantly erect cock by filling my warmly sucking mouth with a delicious mouthful of his sticky man goo.

Johnny is way too heavy for me to try to drag inside, and in his drunken state, I didn't want to endure his drunken, fumbling attempts to make love to me, so I carefully locked my door. As I expected, Johnny tried to enter my bedroom when he awoke sometime later. However, he accepted my refusal and went to his bed.

The following day, I joined my best friend, Kath Loughlin, in West End for coffee and a snack. Kath sat with another stunningly gorgeous, early-thirties woman. Her name is Juana, and she is a Venezuelan exile. Working for one of the few papers that were openly critical of President Maduro, Juana had to flee when her paper discovered she had a death threat hanging over her head. Finding the gorgeous South American woman almost irresistible, I decided to seduce her.

To my delight, Juana offered almost no resistance, and I quickly took her home to my place and made love to her. To my surprise and Juana's joy, I took the dominant role in our lovemaking. Being the dominant sexual partner was a new experience for me. Typically, I'd only occasionally, for brief periods and only for my partner's pleasure, take the more powerful position. I'm an accomplished cock sucker and have become an excellent muff diver, but I rarely accept being thrust into being in control. However, with Juana, I dominated her deliciously, giving us both many screaming orgasms.