Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.
This story belongs in the Incest/Taboo category. However, in addition to her son, Mom is into Toys and Anal Sex. If this appeals to you, please read on!
Taylor VanCannon.
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Aggie flung open the double doors to the master suite and stepped into her own private sanctuary. She glanced at her watch. Kent, her husband of 25 years, was out of town and Joel, the last of their children still living at home, would be at football practice for the rest of the afternoon. Plenty of time for what she had in mind.
Over the years, she and Kent had built a boutique consulting business specializing in tax strategies for large, multi-location automobile dealerships. It was so specialized, and lucrative, that they could conduct their business with no staff or commercial office space. When they built their mini mansion ten years ago, they put their kids' rooms, along with the guest rooms, in a separate wing of the house, giving their enormous master suite and home office complete privacy.
This morning's presentation to a prospective client had been brutal, and despite winning the business, she was eager to shed the accumulated stress of the last few days. While Kent handled their out-of-town clients and travelled most weeks, she took care of local clients, along with pitching prospective new clients. However, to cut down on wasting time on clients that were just kicking the tires, she only presented to clients that were committed enough to fly their team in for a presentation, which she hosted at their local country club.
She stepped into her massive closet and stood in front of the wall-sized dressing mirror. Looking back at her was the familiar visage of a successful businesswoman, albeit one who would go unnoticed in a crowd. Her dull blond hair, streaked with random grey strands, was tightly wound into a nondescript bun. Whatever curves she had left were discreetly hidden by her conservative business attire. In fact, her bra was cinched so tight that she barely appeared to have breasts. Kent preferred she kept her demeanor strictly business, and she'd grown to accept it. Between raising the kids and building the business, their sex life had all but evaporated. With Kent on the road so much, she harbored lingering doubts about his faithfulness... or worse, that he might have switched teams.
She unbuttoned her jacket and tossed it aside, knowing the maid would deal with whatever mess she left on the floor. Her satin blouse quickly joined the jacket. She unhooked her bra and released her girls from captivity, then took a deep breath and puffed out her chest, filling both hands with her ample breasts. She bit down on her lower lip as she tweaked her hard nipples with her fingertips, hornier than usual.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her slacks and stepped out of them. The last item to drop was her lacy black panties, the only item of clothing that gave her pleasure. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired her naked body, freed from the shackles imposed by her business attire... and her husband's wishes. She fluffed up her untrimmed bush and touched her moist labia, resisting the temptation to go for a quickie right there; she had plenty of time, there was no need to rush.
Turning to her built in jewelry chest, she placed her thumbs on the electronic sensors to unlock it. No one else could access her jewelry collection, and more importantly, what she kept stashed in the lower drawers. She pulled out the bottom drawer and rifled through her extensive collection of sex toys. It wasn't exactly cheating, but they definitely made up for the lack of sex with her husband.
Deep in thought, she rubbed her jaw while considering her options. Because of the difficult presentation, she made a snap decision. Once would not be enough; today she would need a twofer.
For an appetizer, she craved a quick, intense fuck. She chose a suction mount dildo she could attach to a mirror. The lifelike black cock was overly thick with a ridge of nubs at the base that would hit her clit in just the right place. She held the fat cock and ran her thumb along the bumpy ridge, knowing that it would soon tease her clit. The heavy, free swinging balls would only add to her pleasure. She closed her eyes and pressed the fat cock into her groin, wetting it between her labia.
She took the dildo, along with a bottle of scented lube, into the massive spa-like bathroom. Next to their double sinks was a mirrored alcove, ostensibly a dressing area in which she could see herself from any angle. She had to battle with the builder and her husband to have two vertical grab bars installed on either side of the alcove entrance. She could hardly tell them the real reason for her request, but she was persistent, and they eventually gave in, even though her yoga explanation was dubious.
She ran her fingertips over the back mirror panel, feeling for the marks she'd etched with one of her diamonds. Finding what she was looking for, she licked the suction cup on the dildo and pressed it into the mirror, firmly attaching it. After tossing a folded towel on the floor, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her fingers around the permanently erect black cock. It was only about seven inches long, but its girth was so massive that she could not close her fingers around it. She started at the head and licked her way down the underside of the cock, coating it with saliva as she went. She flicked her tongue over the nubs at the base of the cock; a reward for her clit for getting the fat cock balls-deep in her cunt. After sucking on the free swinging balls, she worked her way back to the head of the cock. Opening her mouth wide, she only managed to get the first inch past her lips; no matter, she thought, this cock was intended to stretch her cunt, not her mouth. Reaching down between her leg, she teased some of her slippery juices onto her fingers, then spread them over the head of the cock. She stood and tasted herself by giving the cock a sloppy wet kiss, then turned and bent over, gazing back between her legs at the fat cock taunting her. She inched her way backwards until she felt the head of the cock dive between the lips of her pussy.
"Ahhh," she cried out, knowing that no one would hear her. She reached for the grab bars and tightly wrapped her fingers around them.
"Fuck," she cried out as she forced herself back onto the fat cock, stretching out the walls of her slick vagina.
She took a deep breath and held her position, keeping the cock deep in her cunt while her body adjusted to its girth. Her protruding clit tingled as it rubbed across the nubby ridge at the base of the cock. It wasn't long before she craved an orgasm; she took another deep breath.
Exhaling, she slid forward until the fat cock slipped out of her. She glanced back between her legs and saw her gaping pussy in the mirror, teasing the glistening cock waiting to impale her cunt. She straightened her arms and pushed back with all her might.
She shrieked as she watched the fat cock disappear into her body. This time she didn't pause, but used her arms like pistons to frantically drive herself towards a massive orgasm.
With each backward thrust, the cock's balls smacked against her pussy and stimulated her clit with ever-increasing pleasure.
She shrieked with delight as her body erupted in orgasmic pleasure. She usually timed her orgasms, but this time she was in such a hurry she forgot to set the timer on her watch. However, she was pretty sure that she just set a record. Gasping for breath, she slipped off the fat cock and stretched her arms, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.
She left the fat cock attached to the mirror and drew a bath, knowing that she could see it from the tub in case she was tempted to go again. She opened the double cabinet doors between their sinks and selected a bottle of German Riesling from the climate controlled wine cooler... another one of her demands for the builder. After pouring herself a glass and setting it on the tub tray along with her phone, she sunk herself down into the hot tub.
She'd barely taken her first sip when an incoming text flashed on her phone.
It was her husband, Kent:
You need to get over to Memorial Hospital; something happened to Joel.
"Shit", she muttered under her breath as panic set in. Barely able to type, she texted back:
On my way, what did they tell you?
Kent:
Nothing over the phone. Get over there... quick.
