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"I bet you'd bend over and take your son's cock up your asshole right now if he walked in here," Amy nastily said.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, the idea that was so wrong suddenly seeming so right.
Suddenly, she spun me around, pushed me to the floor and lifted up her skirt.
"Eat," was all she said.
As I stared at her completely shaved, slightly glistening pussy, I was completely at her whim. I hesitated for only a couple of seconds before I leaned forward and licked my son's girlfriend's pussy.
Shame and hunger collided inside me. Shame at eating my son's girlfriend's pussy, especially in the kitchen while my son was in the next room; yet hunger at the lust that overwhelmed me and the need to obey that consumed and took control... overriding common sense, decency and moral righteousness.
And once her unique pussy taste hit my taste buds I was back to being in college and munching away at my roommate's pussy.
I had forgotten how distinct an exotic pussy tasted.
She moaned, "This is not your first time."
I didn't answer as I kept licking, forgetting I was a mother, that my son was in the other room and that she was my son's girlfriend.
Suddenly she pushed me away and smiled, "That's just a sample, Preity ."
I was surprised at being pushed away and even more surprised by my disappointment.
I wanted to bury my face back in that pussy.
She looked down at me and smiled, as if seeing my hunger, "Don't worry, Preity . I'm not cinchy with my pussy, but I also want you to earn it."
I was bewildered. Was she really going to not let me finish what I started?
She added, "Do you like the thigh highs? They're yours. Your son has a stocking fetish because of you."
Before I could say anything, although I'm not sure what I would have said, she walked away leaving me alone on my knees with pussy juice on my face.
I weakly got off my knees and moved back to the counter.
I stood there for a moment to recover from the surreal excitement before resuming making dinner with my head spinning in a million directions.
The entire time I made dinner I was on cooking cruise control. I made dinner robotically as I tried to come to grips with both bizarre situations that had happened today.
Why had I got turned on watching my son ass fuck his girlfriend?
Why didn't I leave when Amy caught me watching?
Why did I allow myself to be molested by my son's girlfriend?
Why did I obey and lick Amy's pussy with my son in the next room?
Why was I craving that sweet pussy taste?
Why was my pussy leaking into my panties as I replayed the last hour?
These questions and others swarmed me as I couldn't understand my arousal other than chalking it up to massive withdrawal symptoms.
Dinner came and went without incident, although I ate on pins and needles worried that Amy would out me.
That night, alone in my bed, I pulled out my magic wand, which was indeed magical, and began to get myself off.
As I closed my eyes, I recalled vividly my son's huge cock, Amy's nasty words as she role played being me, her shocking touch on my cunt and the sweet aroma and taste of her pussy.
My orgasm rose quickly as I imagined being back on my knees, licking Amy's perfect pussy... my long lost submissive lesbian past suddenly coming rushing back.
As the vibrations drove me wild, I recalled my college years and the many times I had pleasured my dominant roommate, who trained me as a submissive pussy pleaser.
I recalled eating her out while she studied.
I recalled eating her out while she was in the shower.
I recalled eating her out almost every morning... She loved being woken up with a slow pussy licking.
I recalled her fucking me with a strap-on, making me beg to be allowed to come.
I recalled her taking my ass and turning me into an ass loving slut who had my biggest, most intense orgasms from taking it up my butt.
I imagined it was now Amy I served.
And yet, as my orgasm erupted out of me, the last vision was me on all fours getting fucked by my son.
I lay there enjoying my intense orgasm, my head spinning as my body pulsed.
Once my orgasm finished its lengthy journey through my entire body from the tips of my fingers to my toes, a sudden guilt washed over me.
I had just fantasized about being my son's girlfriends' submissive.
I had come while imagining that my son was fucking my ass.
Fuck!
Fuck!!!
Fuck!!!!!
"Ohhhh," I moaned, the idea that was so wrong suddenly seeming so right.
Suddenly, she spun me around, pushed me to the floor and lifted up her skirt.
"Eat," was all she said.
As I stared at her completely shaved, slightly glistening pussy, I was completely at her whim. I hesitated for only a couple of seconds before I leaned forward and licked my son's girlfriend's pussy.
Shame and hunger collided inside me. Shame at eating my son's girlfriend's pussy, especially in the kitchen while my son was in the next room; yet hunger at the lust that overwhelmed me and the need to obey that consumed and took control... overriding common sense, decency and moral righteousness.
And once her unique pussy taste hit my taste buds I was back to being in college and munching away at my roommate's pussy.
I had forgotten how distinct an exotic pussy tasted.
She moaned, "This is not your first time."
I didn't answer as I kept licking, forgetting I was a mother, that my son was in the other room and that she was my son's girlfriend.
Suddenly she pushed me away and smiled, "That's just a sample, Preity ."
I was surprised at being pushed away and even more surprised by my disappointment.
I wanted to bury my face back in that pussy.
She looked down at me and smiled, as if seeing my hunger, "Don't worry, Preity . I'm not cinchy with my pussy, but I also want you to earn it."
I was bewildered. Was she really going to not let me finish what I started?
She added, "Do you like the thigh highs? They're yours. Your son has a stocking fetish because of you."
Before I could say anything, although I'm not sure what I would have said, she walked away leaving me alone on my knees with pussy juice on my face.
I weakly got off my knees and moved back to the counter.
I stood there for a moment to recover from the surreal excitement before resuming making dinner with my head spinning in a million directions.
The entire time I made dinner I was on cooking cruise control. I made dinner robotically as I tried to come to grips with both bizarre situations that had happened today.
Why had I got turned on watching my son ass fuck his girlfriend?
Why didn't I leave when Amy caught me watching?
Why did I allow myself to be molested by my son's girlfriend?
Why did I obey and lick Amy's pussy with my son in the next room?
Why was I craving that sweet pussy taste?
Why was my pussy leaking into my panties as I replayed the last hour?
These questions and others swarmed me as I couldn't understand my arousal other than chalking it up to massive withdrawal symptoms.
Dinner came and went without incident, although I ate on pins and needles worried that Amy would out me.
That night, alone in my bed, I pulled out my magic wand, which was indeed magical, and began to get myself off.
As I closed my eyes, I recalled vividly my son's huge cock, Amy's nasty words as she role played being me, her shocking touch on my cunt and the sweet aroma and taste of her pussy.
My orgasm rose quickly as I imagined being back on my knees, licking Amy's perfect pussy... my long lost submissive lesbian past suddenly coming rushing back.
As the vibrations drove me wild, I recalled my college years and the many times I had pleasured my dominant roommate, who trained me as a submissive pussy pleaser.
I recalled eating her out while she studied.
I recalled eating her out while she was in the shower.
I recalled eating her out almost every morning... She loved being woken up with a slow pussy licking.
I recalled her fucking me with a strap-on, making me beg to be allowed to come.
I recalled her taking my ass and turning me into an ass loving slut who had my biggest, most intense orgasms from taking it up my butt.
I imagined it was now Amy I served.
And yet, as my orgasm erupted out of me, the last vision was me on all fours getting fucked by my son.
I lay there enjoying my intense orgasm, my head spinning as my body pulsed.
Once my orgasm finished its lengthy journey through my entire body from the tips of my fingers to my toes, a sudden guilt washed over me.
I had just fantasized about being my son's girlfriends' submissive.
I had come while imagining that my son was fucking my ass.
Fuck!
Fuck!!!
Fuck!!!!!