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The next few days felt like a dream. I couldn’t stop wonder if what happened was for real and exactly what has happened, between the uncertain expectation of what I’m going to do and the brutal almost-rape in the bushes, and the swallowing kiss at the end… Who was this boy-man? A mama’s boy, who’s been kicked away early or a pervert, who’ smart enough to materialize his fantasies after diurnal porn watching.

I was completely unsure that I wanted to see him again, but when he called after a couple of weeks and I only heard myself saying „come“. But he didn’t come right away, he had pretensions – to wait him naked, wearing nothing but shoes! Ha, he’s telling me! I put on a short pleated skirt, high heeled boots and when he came I pushed him on the couch – to watch. The light from the candles was licking me, while Alicia Keys’ deep voice was crying for striptease. I always loved to dance and I know how my body influences, talking through the music. I knew already that he loves to watch. I wasn’t rushing into showing him everything. After all it was his first time (in the dark we were only feeling each other). I let him enjoy the look of my legs, before I take off the skirt and turn my ass in front of his surprised face. I saw his hand his crotch before I turned, but I didn’t see when he took his jeans off.

I heard a weird swish. Something like a snake winded up in front of me and by the time I understood what was happening, the ring of his belt tightened up around my belly. My ass  glued to his stomach and his cock hit right into the slit. He began rubbing it between the cheeks, while his belt was sinking into my skin right in the base of my pussy. I wanted to get out of his grip, but he was strong. I tried to say something, but he let as much, as to quicken and stuff his cock inside – big and anxious. I reeled and grabbed the cupboard and he was already fucking me, pulling and loosening the belt and it felt as if his cock was drilling me. I started to cum and I forgot, that I was angry, because he ruined my show. He was holding the belt with one hand, thrusting the other in my neck opening and pulled out my breast. He was squeezing it, pulling the nipple hard… instead of hurting, it just increased my orgasm.

Suddenly he got out and I screamed. No, no, not right now! My legs were shivering. He pushed me on the floor and I felt on my hands. He straddled me like a mare and stuffed it back in again. My knees were hurting from the hardness of the floor, but I couldn’t imagine him stopping now. He was slapping me with the end of his belt like a whip and pushed me forward to crawl. From his weight, it felt as his whole body was inside of me. He was spreading my ass aside like a peach. He pulled it almost all out, then he was shoving it back in curtly from which my orgasm started over and over again. In one of the pushes his cock shoved down my anal. The pain threw me ahead, but the next push shoved it even deeper and it wasn’t only the pain I was feeling… I didn’t know that I could take that thing and it would be so wonderful… I could hear his faint moans, as he was ramming my ass. His pulsing was falling slowly, as was mine…

When we got to the couch I saw that there were blood stains on the floor. My knees were hurting. He hugged me like a kid and licked them… The before and after the wine, the coffee and the chocolate we fucked, without me counting how many times and for how long…

When he left I was naked, wearing nothing but shoes.

„So, how does it feel to get fucked by your son?“ - his irony slaps me on the face and my first reaction is to turn and really slap him. Impudent and condescending piece of shit, who do you think you are?! My knees shiver and the only thing I can hold on, so I don’t fall, is his neck. I hang on it like I’m somebody who’ve been drowning and is now learning how to breath again. He takes me gently and presses me against his body. He removes the wet tres on my face and kisses me. I close my eyes and I want to fall asleep in his arms…

I saw him first. His was walking with his head leant, talking on his cel phone. With me. Obviously he didn’t like to gaze in the crowd. He looked differently on the photo, but he definitely didn’t look like a kid. I knew it already from his voice. Low and thick, lazy drawling. A voice that makes you want to sink in it. My feet crossed unconsciously and my pussy tightened up. Then he spotted me. His look scans me from my tiny blue shoes to my smile. He looked pleased. He wasn’t wasting words with his comment on my photo. We walked next to each other, as if we’ve been knowing each other for years. I don’t remember what we talked about, but it was interesting. He didn’t rush to touch me, but the closeness between us did it instead. He didn’t take me to a cafe or a hotel. We were circling the alies in the park and we couldn’t sense the wind (at least it wasn’t raining). When sat on a bench for a while, it was already dark. He hugged, so I’m not cold and continued talking. It’s been a while since somebody has talked to me that much, without making me bored of listening to him. He smell was reminding me of caramel and sea.

I tuck my hands under his jacket. His young body as hot under the thin sweater. His muscles shivered in answer to my fingers. He has stopped talking and was crassing my neck. Like a student on a first date. He didn’t have anything of the cocky verbal hooligan, who threatened to fuck my brains out. I was playing with the buckle on his belt and suddenly it clicked open. I slid my hand inside and felt the moist top. He helped me with the buttons and my palm ebraced it like a glove. It wasn’t very hard, but it was moving like a little animal, that’s looking for its place. I bent and tasted the moist with the tip of my tongue. Tasty. I would never blow a man, before I’ve liked the sex with him. Seems that I have forgotten what’s that I never do. I licked the ring around the head and it started to grow between my lips. I continued to undress it until it’ smooth hardness stopped down my throat. Somebody moved behind us and he stopped me, lift up my head and started kissing me passionately, as if he’s going to hide what was happening.

The footsteps fallen. The romance is over. He grabbed me strongly by the elbow and anlmost dragged me into the bushes. The grass was moist and slippery, I almost felt. He leaned me on one tree and pushed me, so I’d bent down with my back against him. He lifted up my skirt, and slid his fingers on my stockings and pulled my panties aside. The elastic material insiced in my clit and his fingers were digging, burrowed down the wet slit. His cock impaled me like red hot iwon and he started to rip my pussy hard. He grabbed my hair with one hand, still pulling my panties with the other, which burnt my clit and I screamed. He put his hand on my mouth and continued to ram his cock inside of me. I was whining and biting his palm, my eyes started running from my incapability to scream and the orgasm was unstoppable. He also. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, I was just feeling the waves, which took me away, I don’t know where. I didn’t understand how I found myself on my knees and his cock was continuing to ram my mouth in his rhythm, as if it was my cunt. I heard his breathing becoming a roar, just before he grabbed my head and pulled it against him. His body stretched like a string and his cock sunk deep down my throat. We were standing still, only the slow pulsing drops of cum measured the timelessness.

And as if from another planet I hear: „So, how does it feel to get fucked by your son?“. I don’t understand. I don’t have a son. Or do I now?…

The doc is calling less and less lately. It seems that in the colder countries they know how to keep their guests warm. The first days we tried phone sex, I even sent him a few naked pics that i made with the camera on my Nokia. He played it as it being inspiring, but obviously watching and listening can’t be compared to touching. I don’t miss him as much as I miss his cock. The hard fucking, in general, would do me good in this endless Fall rain. Even shopping trips are not interesting nowadays.

I spend hours in front of the computer, wondering how long will it take before I get enough of the douche bags bragging about their size and stamina, while they’re actually waiting for their wives to go to their hairdressers, so they can jerk off to some woman that doesn’t even know how to cook, but tells them whatever they want to hear. At first it was fun to watch how my words make them beg me to continue (as if I’m being the man here, fucking picks), then they lose a few minutes, until they erase all traits of their screen pollution, before their wives get back home. I felt like the master of their dreams. One of them even aroused me by showing me his hard on with his web camera and when he started to cum and sprout all over it, I even got this tiny, weak orgasm. Then later when I saw him face to face, I understood that perspective lies. I now know that all losers are voyeurs, jerk offs and when they need to prove themselves their dicks shrink like snails.

The only thing that still entertains me is that young guy, that’s confident that he’s going to fuck me and talks about it, as if it has already happened. He’s really fucking me, but I haven’t confessed it yet. Its for the first time ever that a man brings me on my nails with a single word. Whatever he’s talking about (and he’s talking about many things), its like he’s shoving his cock in my pussy all the way up to my brain (or is it the other way around?). I act cool, but its like he can see my hand, squeezed between my hips and while typing about Al Pacino and that movie „Scent of a Woman“, out of nowhere he throws something like „fuck me, I can smell you from here“. It’s OK, at least he can’t hear me while like a wet kitten, and my fingers shove so deep down my pussy, like they want to turn it inside out.

Maybe I’m damaged from loneliness and cold, but I agreed to meet him. And if it turns, that he has only been acting like a man, I will fuck him. But in a way, that I’ll squeeze out all of his confidence of a presumptuous wise guy, that chats to a bunch of pussies and throws them back with his language instead of his dick.

Its a war, kid! Mama’s hungry for meat, be prepared, and if you’re not well armed she’s going to eat you up, all the way…

I’m chatting with some kid that found online. I thought that it got confused or that its in some sort of teen depression, but he can’t talk to his mom and needs somebody to comfort him. Nothing special. He opened the convo with a lighting struck, saying that he’s interested in me like a woman. What are you talking bout kid? I could be his mother if I was a little bit irrational and gave him birth when I was 16. I’m explaining to him that I have a daughter „wait a couple of years and come again, I’ll gladly cooperate“, I said. No, he was going to make great sex with me! He made me laugh. It took me so much time to get my hands on the so called „great sex“, but he acts as if he’s some ancient God of Sex. Although he’s funny, cocky and he’s smart. A boy, but when I saw his photo, my pussy shivered. It got worse after he saw mine. He explained me, as if he thrust his hand in the frame, flipped me on all sides and smashed like a piece of meat on the kitchen table.

He ain’t the first guy in his super puberty, that tries to see if some more mature woman is going to bite. Most of them don’t have the balls and don’t have the confidence that it’s actually going to happen to them, but this one does and that irritates me. It’s not THAT irritating…and I start to feel him. Probably because I still remember the boy from the 3rd floor, who used to come and mourn about the bluntness of his girl classmates, the endless nights of getting wasted and the mornings, in which he couldn’t remember the names of the girls in his bed. He used to listen to my life counsel as if I was his bigger sister, that he has never had, but he didn’t look at me like a sister…

One day I asked him to rub my back. He took the task with unusual enthusiasm, while he was drawing some plans about the time when he’s going to be rich and independent. Nobody had taught him, but his fingers were strong and gentle at the same moment, touching me carefully through the thin shirt, as if they were exploring what was beneath it. Only his hands were going down under the armpits and sunk in the soft on the side of my tits. He was silent in expectation for me to stop him. I didn’t. When his hands thread under my bra and squeezed my breasts, I felt how his hard penis on my bottom began to pulse. He didn’t resist.

It turned my face against him. He was paralyzed like a kid, who waits for its punishment. I unbuttoned his pants and his cock poured out warm, big and plastered. I bowed and slowly licked the dense cum. His breathing was dismembered and his hips were shivering. I sucked the head of his penis and it jumped in my lips – hard and big once again. For a moment there, the flaky cock of my husband appeared in my mind and it made me even more flesh for what was filling me. The the boy instinctively grabbed my head and pushed it towards him. His hardness pierced me and I spat it out to catch some breath. I couldn’t leave his thing, my pussy was already pulsing, wet and burning in desire to get some action. There was no time to take of my panties, I pulled them aside and impaled on his massive cock. My tits were rubbing against his face. I embraced his face with them and began to ride him hard and deep and each time it felt like I’ve been hit by a super powerful sewing machine. I’ve never felt such orgasm before. I screamed, hit and squeezed and I felt his strong hands catching me by the hip and pushing me down. The pain melted in the warmth of his ejaculation. It was much later that I realized he didn’t made a single sound.

Hmmm… this guy from the chat is eager to see me. If he only knew what he wants…

Boredom. The doc has left on a study trip and is probably busy analyzing the fragile psycho types of the Scandinavian women (I wonder if it’s true that men there offer their women to their guests?). Awww… I just got used to not having sex with the little idiot, but now – it’s hard. My pussy wants to eat and to be eaten. It’s like with chocolate – once you start it, you never go back.

I decided to take a bath, hoping that it will relax me a bit. I like to plunge into the bubbles, my skin becomes slippery and shiny like a trout… if there only was somebody to slip on it… I move my legs with laziness and the water spins me. My breasts rise up like buoys over the water and their warm nipples have opened up like rose buds. I squeeze them gently and a nice feeling arises in my tummy. Ohh.. I could cum if only there was somebody to suck them. I try to do it on my own. The tip of my tongue touches the top, then the other… The warm water becomes hot… I’m looking for something… The shampoo. It’s not the perfect imitation, but its cylindric shape is good. I hug my tits with one hand and they become big, I push them back… speeding with the shampoo in the other hand towards the spot. My butt rubs in circular motion against the bath tub’s floor and I can feel my anus spreading… I succeed in stuffing the shampoo tube in my pussy and the water that I pushed in is making my uterus wanting to explode, but I already seeing double… the water’s boiling, I can’t find a place for myself… I stick a finger in my butt and it sinks in nice and easy, until it touches with the imaginary penis on the other side. Their meeting creates another explosion in me. I jump up on my feet and turn on the shower. The strain is a bit hot, but I’m hotter. The liquid needles stick into my clit, the lips… I bite the others… In the end I press the headphone harder and clinch my hips… I scream, it burns me…

I relax powerless and let the water pour on me…

I hear my daughter’s voice behind the curtain: „Are you OK?“ (I didn’t understand when she came home).

After I was no longer his patient, he could fuck me, without getting in trouble with the law. On the other hand, the lack of danger wasn’t making it any interesting, so we kept on playing the doctor – patient game to keep the thrill alive, but I’ve had my appointments after the patients that made him either nervous or horny.

When I see him after the brocker-gay, I help him get back his heterosexual self esteem, which he has to gripe when he’s playing the understanding friend. An older lady, Ms. Madison, reminds him so much of his mom, that I have to clear his mind off the memories of her compelling influence. The little brunette with hysterical faints, who made him horny every time she moans, because of her husband not satisfying some of her whims. I find this funny, because I’ve always had this dream about getting fucked while lying like a doll and pretending to not feel anything.

Today I was playing the maid, devoting herself to cooking for her very busy and always hungry husband. The kitchen is definetly not my favourite place, but I sustained for half an hour to make those pancakes, just enough time for my hair and skin to absorb the aroma of the crispy, vanilla batter. I went to the office just around noon, right after the tormented, by the fact she’s growing old, 3^rd division actress, who was giving the doctor stomach acids. Even before I approached him, his nostrils were wide open – he smelt me. He pulled my belt and with one single motion stripped off my overcoat down in my knees. I was naked, only wearing a tiny orange apron, the thin strap descending from my neck, through my nipples, covering my tummy, just until the top of the triangle where my hips come together. The doctor grabbed me with his big strong hands around my ass and pulled me toward the stiff, swollen cock in his pants.

I pushed him away gently and openned the little picnic basket I was caring with me. I felt him bifurcating between the hunger and the desire, when he spanked me on the cheek, peeking over my shoulder. I took out the pancakes and the chocolate spread. He tried to stick his hand in the jar, like an impatient child, but mom slapped his naughty fingers. His dick was out, pressed against the curve of my butt and was searching for its place. I tightened up my ass and didn’t let him in. I spread the chocolate nicely on the pancake and wrapped it round his big, erected cock. I got on my knees and started licking and playing with the pancake with my tongue, eating small bits of it, gently uncovering the enlarged pink head of his penis. I could feel his heavy breathing each time the tip of my tongue or my teeth touched his cock. He couldn’t wait no more and stuffed his cock deep down my throat, leaving me breathless, my eyes got sore, fucking my mouth hard, as if it was my pussy.

I jerked back and stood up, turned to the table and began to spread chocolate on the next pancake. His hands squeezed my hips from behind and his cock sunk in me like knife in butter. I dropped the spoon, but somehow succeeded in wrapping the pancake. I didn’t want to, but I pushed him away with my ass and he got out of me. I turned towards him, sat up on the table, pulled back my body and spread my legs wide open. I looked him in the eye and pushed the pancake down my wet pussy. Sticking out half way down, the doctor bent over me and began munching it greedily, while sticking two fingers up my ass, using his other hand to dig out the rest of the pancake Finally his tongue was inside of my tights, trying to lick out the last drops of chocolate, mixed with my juices. The orgasm threw my hip into the air, but he quickly jumped on me like an animal, ripping my pussy with his hard cock, increasing the vibrations. I was feeling that I can’t take this any much longer, wanting more and more at the same moment…

Why should I give money for something, that I should be paid for, I could make my own web site for „fixing broken hearts“ (messy blood red blending into smooth pink, he-he). Maybe I can’t fix mine, but I’m very good at consulting for both men and women. There will be a special extra for the men - „to complete satisfaction“. Just looking at my current contact, a like of whining, begging morons, I’m sure I’ll be looking for staff to handle all the „satisfaction“.

The doctor looked kinda embarrassed. He said he was going through his notes about a patient, but I saw that his DVD is paused at the 5th minute. He has just began to get stiff. I don’t know if he was tuning on for me, but when he saw me, it had become a difficulty for him to walk and he rushed to sit down. I on the other hand wasn’t rushing to lay down. I was walking around slowly, explaining to him why have I decided to end our meetings. I could see his eyes tracing me down from my ankles, up my hips, trying to crawl under my short skirt. I asked him if he himself, has ever tried the therapy method he’s using on the others, and while waiting for his answer, I sat my ass my perfect ass on his desk. Crossed my legs (which made my skirt go and uncover the beginning of the curve), jiggling them like a little girl and staring at him like a virgin.

I was smiling on the inside, for doing something I’ve never done before. The game was arousing and I was already wet. I knew that he wouldn’t stand much longer, no matter that he have seen enough. He knew that I was naked under my skirt. He stood up slowly, one hand in his pocket, pushing back what wanted to be released. He moved closer, without removing his eyes off of mine, his free hand grabbed my knee and curtly spread my hips. Suddenly my skirt wasn’t existing anymore. Smooth like baby skin, my pussy welcomed his strong fingers and they incised into its warm moisture. He really was a pro, damn it. He immediately found the starter point. Like pliers, he squeezed my soft, from inside and outside and it became hard, just before it exploded in my brain. I was already screaming and I didn’t see when he pulled out his huge cock, but when he grabbed my ass with his hands and pulled me back toward him, I felt impaled. My orgasm exploded once more. My legs tightened up like snakes around his waist, my heels were pressing through his butt toward me and I felt, as if his cock will come out of my ass.

He was ramming me hard, when suddenly he bit my blouse and pulled down the low neck with his teeth. My breast slipped out. It hanged above his face for a bit and he sucked it deep and hard, swallowing almost half of it. This finished me.

I wanted to kill him and eat him at the same moment, but most of all I wanted him to keep fucking me. He didn’t stop. He just took me off the table and single slapped my ass to turn it toward him. And it started all over again, but this time opposite direction. His dick was pressed against my belly, he had grabbed me by the tits, pulling them forward, moving away from me, so he can shove his whole cock back in with a heavy push. His teeth sunk into my shoulder until the moment when the growl had become a roar. And right then when his cum was filling like a sperm bank, the door opened and the nurse came in.

By the time I left she still couldn’t say what she came in for. I didn’t pay for this session, but it was worthwhile paying all the rest.

My therapist probably takes me for some stupid little housewife with no real life knowledge at all.

„Write down everything that you’ve never said to him or yourself. Write, that you hate him for making you raise his daughter, while he was dragging around the next silicone doll in the next shiny new car. Write, that he has never fucked you like real man with his tiny penis, that he never knew about the boy from the third floor, which at his 18 years was much more of a bigger man that he will ever be. Write as if you were screaming…“

Well, I wrote. It would have been better if I just screamed. I’m still pissed off at me, not because I let him go, but because I lied to myself for so long, that he’s the best I can ever have. And what do I have now? Just myself. My breasts are round and heavy, as if they were full of milk. My nipples were going to pierce through my blouse, while the doctor was stairing at me, thinking that my eyes were closed. My legs are my fitness instructor’s pride and joy and when I walk, I can feel the the people’s eyes behind me, drawning in my juicy ass.

So what? Every night, it’s just me and the Daiquiris. My daughter would go out every night with her friends or stay in her room and chat online. I personally had enough of keyboard typing, giving hardons to some retarded morons like my husband, but having nobody that can make my pussy wet.

My therapist can go fuck himself! Instead he should be writing his own thoughts when he’s watching me on the couch. Maybe that will help him to lose that permanent wood he keeps in his pants while I’m there. He probably sits in a manner, so I can see his grown package under the thin white cotton doctor uniform. At least you can see that he’s well packed. And not only…mhm… what am I writing… I’m going crazy or something. Damn with you men!