My Story 51

My Story - Part One

This is the tale of how I changed from a young demure housewife into a, well I'll let my words explain. My name is Sarah and I am twenty-five. It all started just over a year ago. I was going to go shopping in London, but instead went to Reading which meant I got home about two hours earlier than expected. I thought that my husband Steve was out. I went to put my bags of new clothes in the bedroom.

To my horror I walked in and was immediately shocked. There was Steve, lying on our bed, naked with a dirty magazine open in front of him. He was clearly excited and was rubbing himself. Worse than that, he was using a pair of my knickers to rub himself with, the pair I had worn the previous day.

I just didn't know what to say. He looked at me, uttered something like 'I can explain'. My eyes welled up and I just had to get away. I stormed out of the house and got in my car. I hadn't gone far when my mobile rang. It was Steve. I couldn't talk to him right now. Wasn't I enough for him? Why did he have to masturbate in secret? What was it with my knickers? Had I married a pervert? I pressed the reject button on my phone then switched it off before Steve could ring again.

Like all girls in trouble, I found myself driving to my parent's house, about twenty minutes away. I say parents, my father had fought cancer just long enough to see me get married, then just gave up the fight. My mother now lived alone. When I rang the doorbell I was sobbing. She saw my distress, hugged me before steering me into the lounge. By this time I had pulled myself together somewhat and she went to the kitchen to make us some tea. She returned a few minutes later, sat next to me, put an arm around me and asked me what was wrong.

She listened to my description of what I had seen, thought for a moment then said the words that would ultimately change my life.

'Aren't you being a bit harsh on Steve? After all you haven't talked to him about it yet. Better he plays with himself than find some slut to do it for him, paid or otherwise.'

'But I thought I was enough for him. Is it me?' was all I could say. My mother paused before replying.

'Most men I have met in that way have something unique about them. Your father, god rest his soul, was no different. Sometimes he wanted me to', she took a breath before continuing having obviously chosen her words carefully, 'he wanted me to take control in the bedroom.'

Dreading the answer, I asked the question, 'What do you mean take control?'

'Well, occasionally he wanted me to treat him like a naughty little boy, you know, maybe smack his little quivering bottom as he lay across my lap.'

'Sounds kinky, I just can't imagine it, and you went along with it?' I asked.

'It was tough at first but when I threw my own inhibitions to one side and just played the part, it made both of us really horny and we had fantastic sex afterwards.'

'What am I going to do about Steve?'

'Go and talk to him. Don't judge him until you have listened to what he has to say.'

So it was a couple of hours later that Steve and I were sitting in our living room. There was a cold silence until Steve bowed his head.

'Baby, I am so sorry. I was feeling horny and your silk knickers feel so much better against my skin than my hand. The fact that you had worn them made it more exciting. The magazine was nothing. I love you more than life itself and would never do anything to hurt you.' He stopped, looked up and waited for my reply.

I surprised myself with what I replied. 'I don't care about the magazine, or even you using my best underwear to play with yourself. What really hurts is that you feel you have to do it in secret. Don't we have sex often enough for you?'

'It's not that baby, believe me but there are times when I just get excited and want to fantasise.' He knew he had said the wrong thing.

'Fantasise,' my voice was now raised, 'what are these fantasies of yours about then?'

'Well, I mean, you know,' I interrupted him. 'Steve, if I knew I wouldn't be asking the question. There are certain things I need to hear right now. Do you have any idea what a shock this all is? I need to get my head around this, so spit it out.'

'Ok, sometimes I just wish you would, well you know, maybe once in a while, dress up for sex, maybe when we go out, not wear any underwear. I feel that it is always me that asks for sex. It would be nice if you came on to me from time to time.'

I had to admit, shocked as I was, he had actually given me some sort of answer.

'So, what you want is if sometimes I dress up like a tart or maybe in a nurses uniform, just to please you.' The stern look on my face got an instant reaction.

'No, I didn't mean it like that. I just wish that sometimes you would be a bit more adventurous.' I pondered for a while.

'Thank you for telling me how you feel. As you can appreciate I will need to think about this for a while.' That was how we left it.

The following day mid-morning, the doorbell rang. I couldn't tell who it was as an enormous bouquet of flowers obscured them. After taking them from the deliveryman I opened the attached card. It was from Steve and read. 'My darling Sarah, I love you so much it hurts. I never meant to upset you and can only hope you will understand in time. All my love, Steve.'

As I put the flowers into several vases, my eyes welled up, I just couldn't help it. That afternoon I went to see my mother and told her of the previous nights conversation. When she had heard all I had to say she replied with just one sentence. Did I think that he was asking too much? I sat on her sofa cuddling my mug of tea for several minutes before responding.

'Probably not, so what do I do?' We talked for a couple of hours until I felt a lot more comfortable.

It had just gone eight that same evening. Steve was in his favourite armchair and me and my mother were sitting on the sofa, all of us drinking tea.

'Sarah tells me that you like to toss yourself off into her knickers when she's not around.' Steve nearly spat a mouthful of tea across the room.

'Such a waste, playing with yourself when you really should be fucking my daughter until she screams the roof off. What's the matter, nothing to say?' Steve was bright red and completely speechless.

'You shouldn't waste spunk, it's very precious. It belongs in a pussy, mouth, possibly arse, over a nice pair of tits or up an arched back and in the worst case over the feet, if that's your particular fetish.' It was now my turn to be shocked.

'Mother!' I exclaimed.

'Come on Sarah, we're all adults. Men sometimes feel that it's up to them to control all the bedroom games and with the added pressure of making sure the woman has an orgasm. No wonder many of them want to be teased and submit to the woman occasionally.'

'Mother, we need a serious talk and Steve, you can just sit there.' Mother and I went upstairs.

'My dearest Sarah, if sex to you is all about lying back and letting it happen, I can assure you that Steve will soon get bored and sex will become no fun at all. You need to loosen up.' I paused for thought.

'Ok, let's say I tried to come on to Steve as he put it, how do I do it without feeling silly?'

'Well my dear, it's all about the fantasy. Play with his head. Do you trust me?'

'Of course I do mother.'

'Would you do whatever I told you?'

'I think so.'

'No, would you do whatever I told you?' she repeated.

'Ok, yes I would.'

'Well my dear, I will show you how it's done.'

She told me a few things and soon she was going through my wardrobe. She pulled out my old business suit. Soon I was dressed totally differently to normal, the suit, stockings, high heels, sexy underwear, deep red lipstick and black eyeliner, with my long hair scraped back into a tight ponytail. Mother made a few adjustments to her own make-up and then we both went back downstairs. I had agreed to follow her lead. We must have made a sight for Steve.

'So, we know you like to play with yourself and use Sarah's underwear to help you. Do you sniff her dirty knickers?'

'Liz, I think this has gone far enough.' Steve was getting brave.

'Shut up Steve and answer the question.' I even shocked myself with that. I was standing, feet apart with my hands on my hips. I couldn't resist a wink that only he could see.

'Ok, if you really want to know, yeah I do.'

'You filthy little man. Men like you don't deserve to fuck my daughter. I will tell you what's going to happen now. You are going to go into the bathroom and get a pair of Sarah's dirty knickers from the laundry basket. Oh, hang on a minute, there aren't any, I had a look. What can we do about that?'

Steve was non-plussed. 'I don't know Liz.'

'You may not call me that, you must call me miss, like the naughty boy you are. Is that clear?'

Steve looked at the floor as he replied, 'Yes miss.'

'That's better. Now I know Sarah has only just been wearing hers for a few minutes whereas I have been wearing these all day.' With that she lifted the front of her long skirt and displayed a lacy pair of white knickers. 'Look at me Steve, look at my panties.' As he looked up she ran a finger suggestively up the front of them. 'Mmm, these ought to be nice and dirty, just like the ones you like to wank with. Would you like to sniff them?'

Steve looked at me and I tried hard to just raise an eyebrow and look stern but couldn't help a brief smile at the thought of his dilemma. My mother, as attractive as she still was at the age of forty-five, was taking control. His mind would be racing, trying to think about what was going on. I kept quiet when he nodded.

'Good boy, right answer. My daughter and I have decided that it is time to grant your wish. In order for it to happen, you must completely obey both of us without question. Is that clear?' Again, another nod. 'Now close your eyes until I say you can open them.'

When he was told to open his eyes, my mother was standing in the same position only she now had her knickers in her hand. She threw them at Steve. ' Take a good long sniff of those. Can you smell me? Can you smell my pussy? Does it smell nice?'

Steve nodded. It was almost comical watching him with the gusset of my mother's knickers pushed against his nose.

'Now take off your clothes and put my knickers on, you horrible wretch. Hurry up.' Steve looked at me and I just nodded gently. He started to take off his clothes. 'I said hurry up. Don't be shy, it's not like I haven't seen a dick before.'

I have never seen Steve strip so quickly. I thought about getting our camera out when I saw him standing in just my mother's pretty knickers, but thought that that would be too much. Meanwhile my mother was walking around him.

'Do you like wearing my knickers? Does it make you want to rub your cock and make it all hard? Well answer me boy.'

'Er yes miss,' he answered.

'Well go on then. Oh I forgot you like something to look at when you wank don't you? Do you want to see up my skirt and my now bare pussy? I can't hear you.'

'Yes miss.'

'Oh you would, would you. Hear that Sarah. Steve wants to see my pussy. He wants to toss himself off while looking at my vagina. I bet he would like me to spread my moist lips for him and maybe push a finger or two, deep inside.' Steve was rubbing the front of his knickers. Mother had walked up to him and was standing right in front of him.

'Let's see. Does he deserve it, I think not.' With that she moved behind him and pressed herself into his back. Her right hand reached around and pushed his away.

'Is it hard yet.' She rubbed her own hand up and down the obvious bulge. 'Do you like it more when I do it?' In answer, Steve nodded and his eyes were closed. When he started to thrust his hips forwards she stopped.

'Let's not be hasty, we wouldn't want you cumming too soon and spoiling all the fun. Now, get on your knees.' He did as he was told. 'Kiss my smelly feet you pathetic little boy.' Mother kicked off her shoes and put her left stockinged foot forward. He bent forward and kissed and licked her foot.

'You see Sarah, Steve is now our willing slave and will obey any order given him,' with that she told him to worship her other foot. I watched and had to admit quietly to myself that my own knickers were now somewhat damp. I hadn't expected that seeing Steve so dominated would work for me, but it did. The next order was to me.

'Sarah, go and get something to tie this creature's hands together.' I went upstairs and came back with the cord from Steve's dressing gown. Meanwhile he had progressed upwards and was licking one of my mother's calves.

'Enough,' she said with an edge to her voice. 'Stand up.' He did so. 'Sarah, tie his wrists together and make sure they are tight.' As I did so she leant forward and was soon licking one of his nipples. When I pulled the cord tight she compounded the effect by biting his nipple causing him to yell. 'Oh dear, can't take a tiny bit of pain.' She went back to licking around it and occasionally flicking it with her tongue. When I stood back, happy that his hands were tied behind his back, she stopped and came to check my handiwork.

'Good job Sarah.' Strange but I felt a warm glow from my mother's praise. She grabbed him by the hair without warning and led him up to the bedroom before pushing him onto the bed so he was on his back. Before he could even try and get comfortable, my mother raked her fingernails up and down his quivering legs leaving red marks. She was about to move to his chest, when suddenly she stopped. She looked directly at the bulge in his knickers. Then I saw what she had seen, a definite small damp spot. She leaned forward and sniffed it.

'You fucking filthy boy. Why did you not tell me you needed the toilet?' There was a pause before he uttered, 'Sorry miss.'

'Sorry, you dare to apologise. Right.' She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bed. I followed as she dragged him into the bathroom.

'Get in the bath you poor excuse for a man.' With difficulty he managed to step in the bath. 'Now you will stand there until I say so.' We didn't have to wait much more than a minute until the small damp spot grew. A few seconds later then Steve's piss was dribbling down his legs. The dribble turned into a torrent and it was pouring through the fabric of the knickers, some making a loud noise as it hit the steel bath and some running down his legs and over his feet. Mother let him finish before she spoke.

'Those were very expensive and you just felt that you could ruin them by wetting yourself. I hope you enjoyed that, as cleaning you up will not be nearly as pleasant.' She grabbed the shower head, turned on the water, making sure it was set to cold and with no warning sprayed his cock which was now visible through the wet material.

'Pass me the soap Sarah.' She took the bar from me and pushed it down the front of his knickers before rubbing the outside of the material hard. Steve yelped and I could tell that it wasn't just from the cold water. After a while, she told him to take the knickers off and she proceeded to wash him from the chest down. She was almost like a nurse when she cleaned his dick, it was clinical. Cold water withstanding, I would have expected him to get a hard on, but he didn't. Ten minutes later he was clean, dry and back in the bedroom.

'You've let me down and believe you me, the cold water was not punishment enough for ruining one of my best pairs of knickers. You will pay me so I can replace them. In fact you will pay me extra for my inconvenience so I can get two pairs or even three. Your real punishment comes right now. You will receive a sound spanking until your pimply little bottom is as red as Sara's lipstick. Sarah, sit on the edge of the bed, take off your jacket and hitch up that skirt.' Mother then took hold of Steve by his neck and pushed him down until he was lying over my lap.

'Didn't I tell you, Sarah is the one who will be doing the spanking.' Both Steve and I looked at each other. I think we had both resigned ourselves to follow mother's orders. I felt quite self-conscious.

'Untie his hands,' mother ordered. I quickly did so and threw the cord across the room. 'Now Sarah, punish him for being a naughty little boy and wetting himself.'

I closed my eyes as I raised my hand and brought it down on his bottom. There was a resounding slap. Steve flinched.

'Do it harder darling, I want to hear him scream in pain.' I felt guilty but put even more force behind the next slap. Mother then came over and scratched her nails deep across his cheeks and without warning struck him much harder than I had done. Steve's body convulsed and he let out a shriek. She motioned for me to continue. His bottom was looking quite red and I took pity on him by rubbing his buttocks with my hand. I could feel the heat from his skin. He was now moaning so I struck him as hard as I could which made him yelp and my hand sting. I was spurred on by the feeling of his now erect penis against my thighs and spent several minutes scratching, stroking and spanking him.

Mother called a halt to proceedings and made him stand up. 'Looks like you enjoyed that by the state of your little cock,' she laughed. She raised her own skirt and sat on the edge of the bed about three feet from me then made him lie across her thighs. No sooner was he in position then she told him to raise his bottom. She opened her legs, reached under him and took hold of his cock then pushed him back down until she had it trapped between her stocking-clad thighs.

'Sarah darling, twist yourself round a bit and open your legs.' I suddenly realised what mother wanted. She pushed Steve's head until it was between my legs.

'You like girl's knickers so much that you should love this. Lick my daughter's until her sweet pussy makes hers all wet and slimy with her girl juice. With that she pushed his head harder between my legs. Steve soon got to work and before long I was pushing myself upward to get more pressure on my puffy lips. I so wanted to rip my knickers to one side but that was not part of the game.

I noticed that my mother was using her thighs to rub his cock while she ran her fingers up and down his back and legs. This whole scene made my breasts ache for attention. I was so caught up in the exquisite feeling of Steve's mouth on my aroused pussy that I just had to undo my blouse and scoop my breasts out of my bra. My nipples were proud and aching. I squeezed my tits together and rubbed the nipples with my thumbs. Mother smiled at me, ran a finger down Steve's arse crack before taking hold of his balls and gently squeezing them.

'Now be a good boy and don't you dare cum all over my nice stockings, after all we know you have difficulty controlling yourself.'

Me, I couldn't care less as I was moaning with pleasure. Steve's tongue was working magic between my legs and it felt like my juices were pissing out of me. I was now pulling hard on my own nipples and squeezing my tits hard until it was almost painful. I knew I was about to climax as my thighs trembled, then huge disappointment as mother pulled Steve's head from between my legs. I needn't have worried as mother gave her next batch of orders. Gone were my blouse, knickers and bra and I was lying on my back, skirt around my waist with my legs pushed up to my chest.

Mother took hold of Steve's rock hard cock and rubbed the tip up and down my puffy slit before guiding it into my well-lubricated pussy.

'Now you poor excuse for a man, fuck my daughter, fuck her hard and make her cum.' In no time at all he was pounding me hard and filling my cunt with his gorgeous cock. My juices were dribbling out over his balls. It would not be long now. I heard myself pant and moan and squeal. My hand instinctively made its way down and I furiously rubbed my clit. My pussy muscles were gripping his shaft hard and he slowed down his thrusting.