Debs 12 Dedicated Wife And Mom

This is my 12th posting - if you like it, I'd love to hear from you. This one contains scat, so don't read if you don't like that!

My quiet alarm went off as normal at 03.00, waking only me, as planned. I moved down the bed and started sucking my husband's cock, for the 3rd time that night, as usual, slathering and taking his cock deep into my throat, eager to please him. My husband rolled over slightly, half awake, half asleep, but subconsciously knowing what I needed, spreading his legs as I manoeuvred myself between them, my leg out the bottom of the bed, his cock stiffening in my throat as I lowered my face into his crotch.

As he moaned slightly in his slumber I started deepthroating him, moving my face up and down his wet cock, masturbating him with my mouth, feeling my throat stretching as his cockhead pushed past my tonsils.

I married Rob partly because he could get hard in seconds, and could cum 6 or 7 times a day, and sucking him off in his sleep had been my absolute pleasure since our first date. Within a few minutes of slurping up and down his lovely cock, he grunted and unloaded a stream of warm spunk into my mouth. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of his semen filling my mouth, making my cheeks bulge as he coated my tongue and teeth. I stayed, face down on his cock, as he grew soft, swallowing the delicious cream and sucking his crotch clean as he drifted back into his deep sleep.

Without waking him, I crept out from under the covers and crawled quietly into my adult son Jake's room. He stirred a little so I stopped, dropping to the floor and crawling slowly towards his bed, giving my eyes time to adjust to the darkness. It took me a good 30 minutes of crawling and stopping, and slowly edging towards him to get to his bedside without waking him.

I finally managed to get next to him and slowly pulled the duvet up, sliding my head and shoulders underneath, getting my face above his warm crotch. I started to lick and kiss his magnificent cock, lapping my tongue up and down it's length then sucking the tip as he started to harden. Within seconds I could taste his delicious precum start to ooze out. His father's cum in my throat was acting as lube for my son's hard cock as I repeated my earlier activity, masturbating him with my face, getting deeper and faster as I heard him moan in his sleep. I didn't want him to jizz too quickly, so I slowed my undulations, keeping his erect cock all the way down my throat, but not moving, staying impaled, licking his balls as my eyes watered slightly. He was obviously having a dream about some cocksucking whore, as I licked, I could hear him moaning, and I knew what he wanted; I might have wanted it to last longer, but it wasn't about me, so I started pistoning, pulling my head up, so just the tip of his cock was in my mouth then ramming my face into his crotch, gagging and spluttering as I licked the shaft inside my mouth. Up and down I went, as I felt him pulse, and then shoot a massive wad of cum into my mouth, then another, then another. He poured his semen into me as I gulped and swallowed, loving the creamy jizz, adoring my son's cum as much as his fathers. As he finished his orgasm, I sucked out the last dribbles of cum, lapping and licking him clean as I'd done thousands of times before, and pulling out from under the duvet as he rolled over.

I went back to bed, setting my alarm for 07.00, to get a couple of hours sleep before breakfast. At 07.00 I woke up, had a quick shower and put on a little makeup, staying naked and going downstairs to make the breakfast. At 07.30 I heard the guy's alarms and knew they'd be down soon, so I laid the table, pouring out orange juice and coffee, eggs and bacon for Rob, eggs on toast for Jake, as usual. As I heard them coming downstairs I quickly got onto the floor and climbed under the large breakfast table, ready and eager to serve.

Jake sat first, scooting the chair in, slurping his juice as he opened his legs. I dived in eagerly and starting sucking his cock, licking and worshipping under the table, as I heard him talking to his dad.

Jake said, "Mind if I take the car tonight dad, I have a hot date?" As he spoke, I sucked deeper, feeling his hand reach under the table and grab the back of my head.

My husband answered, "Sure, just be back by midnight, and don't forget to bring the condoms home, you know how she likes them."

I heard Jake laugh as he started to eat his toast, now pulling my head back and forth, using it as a hole to fuck. As he was fucking my face I reached to my right, feeling for Rob's cock, fondling it, getting it stiff, ready to serve next. I gagged loudly, which made them both laugh, and then suddenly Jake shot his load in my mouth, moaning as he came. As I felt my mouth fill with more of his delicious warm cum, he got up, and walked off, leaving me there, mouth wet and dripping as I turned to my husband's crotch and starting sucking that.

From above the table I heard Rob say "Mmmmm, mouth already full of jism... that feels fucking nice, must remember this", as I sucked his hard dick, swallowing my son's creamy breakfast treat at the same time.

As I started moving up and down his wet cock, he gave me instructions for the day, as usual saying, "Jeff in accounting says his brother's in town, and needs some looking after, so he's going to be coming over after breakfast, I'm told he likes school uniform, so be on your knees in your high school gear when you answer the door. After that, old Mr Toms from number 46 wants to watch some more of that porn you bought him last week, so be a sweetie and buy some more, then pop round and suck him off while he watches it. I know it takes a few hours, but your mouth is all he has."

As he gives me my itinerary I slurp his wet cock, both his hands under the table, pulling my head in and out. I assume he's ready to cum but instead he gets up, walking away. Clearly I know he hasn't cum so I follow, knowing he can't possibly leave for work without me relieving him. I rush after him as he picks up the paper from the hall and goes up into the bathroom, sitting down and opening the paper. I crawl between his legs and take his cock in my mouth resuming my sucking as he grunts, dumping his shit into the bowl as I suck, then without warning he starts to piss, holding my head down in his crotch so I have no choice but to swallow his urine. I drink fast, gulping again and again as pints of his hot piss pour down my throat. I hear him sigh as he finishes his morning ablutions, getting up without a word and turning round, pulling his ass cheeks open. I know my place, and I am honoured he allows me to serve like this, so I lean in and start licking his asshole, sucking up the shit, lapping and cleaning him eagerly, licking his hole, my tongue like warm, wet toilet paper. As I service his asshole, cleaning it hungrily, I reach round and grab his cock, fondling it, wanking him, keeping him hard. He turns quickly, stabbing his dick into my face and shooting his morning load into my mouth as I squeal and swallow, his fabulous warm spunk dribbling into my mouth. I lap his cockhead as it shoots thick spunk on my tongue as he looks down, smiling at me. As he finishes, I stay there, kneeling, as he walks away and gets dressed for work.

As he gets ready, I go downstairs and tidy the dishes away, clearing the kitchen, and go back upstairs to shower and get ready for this guy. I'm getting my clothes ready as I hear Rob shout goodbye and slam the front door. On the bed he has left me a note that he's expecting a delivery, and I'm to film it when it arrives. I have no idea what that is, but it sounds intriguing I think as I dress quickly, then go downstairs and get the place ready for my visitor.

About thirty minutes later the doorbell rings. I look through the peephole, to make sure it's a single man (all I know about the guy) and drop to my knees as I open it. A large, bearded man of about 45 years old looks down and grins at the sight. I'm on my knees, white knee length socks, little black skirt barely covering my ass, tight white blouse, cleavage on display, and to finish the ensemble my hair is in pigtails. As I usher him in, he see's the armchair in front of the TV, a glass of beer and nibbles in a dish, and on the TV, 6 or 7 guys are taking turns facefucking some college student, her face already dripping with cum and saliva.

The guys smiles, walking into the room, saying "Oh fuck me, Jeff said you were a fucking dream", as he drops off his denim jacket and starts to undo his jeans. I lean up, smiling.

Looking up I say, "Please Mister, let me do that", and I unzip him, pulling his jeans down over his feet, then his pants, as his cock, already stiff springs free. As he looks down I gently place my hands on his hips, guiding him backwards into the armchair as he sits, and i move in between his legs, still looking up at him as i start to lick and kiss his crotch. With a first time guy, I never know how he likes to be pleasured, so I try to cover all bases. I kiss his balls, licking all around them, then kiss his thighs, licking down his legs, taking off his shows and socks and sucking his feet, then lick back up to his crotch, and get my head under his balls, pulling him gently forward as i lick underneath, kissing and licking his asshole. On the screen I hear the college slut swallowing more cum, as I move up and start sucking the guy, his cock now wet with my saliva.

I see him throw his head back, saying, "Holy Fuck, this is fucking wild. Jeff said I could do what I wanted... can I?"

I lift off his crotch, strands of saliva and precum dangling out my mouth, dropping onto my now wet school blouse. I nod, eager to hear his fantasy. He looks at me, grinning from ear to ear and says, "I want to hear you choke. I mean really fucking gag."

I nod, knowing I have a few guys I see who enjoy this, and I know how to do this very well. I put my hands behind my back, leaning forward, and push my face into his crotch, his cock filling my mouth and then my throat as I push all the way down. As I get to the base of his cock, I reach up and lean back, pulling him onto his feet, his cock never leaving my mouth, then I pull him to his knees, and then to the floor, all the time keeping his dick in my throat, making me splutter. As I lie on my back on the floor, he is now face down, legs either side of my boobs, crotch jammed into my face, cock pushing painfully down my throat as I cough, making loud gagging noises, knowing what he wants to hear.

He starts to fuck my face, hard, as I feel him smash into my face, my arms flailing as I gasp for breath, knowing my mouth is just a cumhole for him now, my throat just a cocksleeve to be abused and filled with spunk. As he does his obscene pushups into my face, listening to me choking and gasping for air, I can see him watching the TV, watching the slut there licking up spunk, as my new guy suddenly freezes, spunk spurting out of his cock, filling my face as I gag, shooting out my lips and nostrils, covering my face, thick cum in my hair and eyes as he keeps thrusting, grunting as he fills my mouth.

He kneels up, cock still dripping in my face as he looks down at his achievement, my pigtails and face covered in sticky spunk as I gargle his seed, still gagging for air. On the TV some guy spits in the slut's face and I see my guy smile as he looks at the screen then at me. I nod, gulping, and begging, "Oh god, please yes!" as I hear him clear his throat, lowering his face to my mouth and spitting, filling my already wet mouth and face as he smiles down at me.

I stay put, scooping his cum into my mouth and licking it up as he gets dressed, watching me eat, shaking his head and laughing, "What a fucked up slut. You here tomorrow too?" As I continue cleaning myself, I nod, eagerly, licking the drips of spunk off the carpet as he leaves. I masturbate, quickly and intensely as I lick up the spunk, tasting the strangers load mixed with his spit and mine, loving it.

Another shower and I get changed into something a little more respectable, but still sexy. A shortish summer dress, no bra, and pumps. I turn off the TV and grab my bag and keys, going out to the car, and driving to the Adult Shop on the outskirts of town.

Mr Toms is an avid porn watcher, but he's an old chap and these days can't get out as much, so I often buy him porn films. He has what you might call eclectic tastes. I parked at the sleazy shack that is the Adult Porn Emporium outside town and walked in, the owner smiling as he saw me, knowing he was going to get a free blowjob. As I walked in I didn't speak, just climbed behind the counter as he unzipped and took his cock out, not even bothering to undo his trousers, or speak to me. I knelt awkwardly under the counter and started sucking, my head banging into the underside of the countertop as he sat back on the stool, the customers unable to see his new cumslut under the countertop. After a few minutes, I heard him talking to a customer and exchanging cash as I sucked away, slurping silently, taking his cock as deep as I could without gagging too loudly. Every now and then he'd look down and smile at me, enjoying this way of working, as he did regularly. The shop cleared and he stood up, grabbing my head with both hands, holding it steady while he fucked my face hard, like some cheap whore's pussy. My head was wedged back against the counter, unable to pull away as he fucked it mercilessly, making me cough and retch. Within a few minutes he shot his load into my throat, holding me, his cock deep down my gullet so I couldn't even taste it, drinking his cum quickly, feeling the warmth deep in my throat.

As I got up, he zipped up and nodded at me, the only acknowledgement of thanks he ever gave me, and I wandered over to the 'exotic' section of the films. I found an appropriate DVD and paid the guy, giving him a little extra as a tip and a thank you, smiling as I left, as he grinned.

Mr Toms was making himself a sandwich as I arrived, letting myself in as he rarely locked his door. He was still in his pyjamas as I closed the door behind me. I smiled at him, saying "Got you a new film to watch Mr Toms. Is it OK if I watch it with you?". This was our little game, he liked to make me think he was doing me a favour to let me stay.

As Mr Toms nodded and he settled on the sofa, I put the DVD on, getting to the start of the movie for him, watching him take his cock out of his pyjama bottoms, soft, but thick. On the screen a woman tied to a bed in some sort of basement was having her face sat on by a procession of men, as slurping sounds filled Mr Tom's room. I turned to look at Mr Tom's as his face lit up, I had clearly chosen well.

As he ate his sandwich and watched the porn, I took off my coat and dress, naked except for my pumps, and knelt next to him, kissing and caressing his soft, wide penis, licking it, slowly worshipping him, knowing this was a long session, and knowing Mr Toms would not cum for at least the duration of the movie. As he relaxed, sitting back and watching the girl on the screen getting fucked and facefucked by different men, I sucked Mr Tom's slowly hardening cock, making his crotch all wet as I slurped up and down, licking and kissing, occasionally sucking his scrotum, and pulling his pyjama's off so I could kiss and lick his asshole and thighs too. I tongue bathed his crotch for a couple of hours, alternating between sucking him, licking him and throating him, edging him slightly, but always keeping his cock hard. As I felt him tense I knew he was close to cumming, and I knew he liked to watch me lick, so I pulled his cock out of my mouth and starting rubbing my moist lips up and down the shaft, soft of a masturbation kiss, sucking up and down without getting his cockhead in my mouth. He looked down and grunted, as thick, warm spunk pumped out the slit in his mushroom head. Not a huge stream of spunk, but repeated thick spurts, oozing out of his cock and down the shaft, over my lips as I carried on masturbating him. I felt him sit back, his gaze diverted from the screen to me, and I started lapping, making sure I got a few globs of cum on my tongue as I showed him, swallowing and then lapping some more, cleaning his spunky crotch, slowly and methodically, eating his thick semen with enthusiasm.

I stood up once he was completely cleaned, pulling up his pants for him, then smiling and thanking him for letting me spend time with him, before letting myself out.

When I got home there was a parcel on the doorstep, and I smiled, knowing this was the treat my husband had mentioned. I go into the kitchen and remember his note, setting up my phone against a vase to film me opening the parcel. I undo the packaging, and inside I find 16 clear bottles, all filled, all in freezer bags, all already defrosted. Rob had spoken to me about this before, explaining that he wanted to see me eat a lot of cum, and this was an ideal way of doing it. Apparently horse semen is sent around the country in frozen vials, for artificially inseminating mares but not all semen is viable; some is too low a sperm count, or some hasn't been frozen quickly enough, and the big stud farms dispose of litres of the stuff ever week. Rob had contacted a stud farm laboratory and made an offer on the waste semen. What I was now looking at, in awe, was 8 litres of horse jizz.

I gulped, looking into the camera phone, nodding, knowing what was expected. Without looking away I reached for one of the 500ml bottles and showed it to the camera, opening the twist top, and sniffing, smelling the musty, familiar cum scent. The liquid inside was cool, thick and had viscous globs flowing as I shook it. I had never tasted horse semen before, but my husband wanted me to do this, so I shook a little, licked my lips and brought the bottle to my mouth. I poured. The thick spunk oozed into my mouth, filling it quickly, and I put the bottle down, showing my full mouth to the camera, gargling a little before swallowing, gulping down cold horse jism. It actually tasted just like normal cum, except thicker, and obviously there was much more of it. I poured more in my mouth, swishing it around to get a good taste, then swallowed again.

I knew Rob wanted to enjoy watching this, so I quickly went to the drawer and got some utensils, pouring the remainder of the bottle into a bowl and using a spoon to eat the spunk up, putting on a show for the camera, horse spunk hanging from my lips as i sucked noisily, even dipping my face into the bowl and sucking the liquid up like a cat with a bowl of milk. After a few minutes I had finished the first bottle, nearly a pint of animal spunk in my tummy, and I turned the camera off, putting the remaining bottles in the fridge, to be consumed when my husband wanted me to.

By now it was nearly time for me to get ready for my husband's return. I thought maybe tonight I'd cook him a steak, and I could have a bowl of cum, followed maybe by a plate of cum. But that was up to him, I was there to serve.