"No cars in the driveway!" Tim said to himself aloud. "Wonder where everyone is?"
I parked in the empty space and jumped out of the car. I had just finished doing my "Saturday rounds" with some of the local wives. "Not too bad. $900 for a day's work." I think it was James' mother that let word out that I was available for some intimate servicing. First, of course was James' Mom Jane Kennedy, followed by Mrs. Tupper, Mrs. Vargas and Mrs. Fukuyama. I did Jane for free but charged the others for my services.
Actually Mrs. Fukuyama was one of my favourites. She was a middle aged Japanese women with nice tits and round hips to grab hold of. Her son was at the same college I was at and her husband was an architect. She complained of what a self-absorbed asshole her husband was who treated everyone with contempt. She loved the way I made her feel when I filled her with my horse cock. Today, I fucked her doggie and dumped my white seed inside her hot, tight cunt.
I dumped some stuff in the back yard and entered through the house side door. The house sounded empty as I kicked off my shoes into the corner. But as I walked towards my room, I heard the fan going in the bathroom.
"Oh yeah. Mom and Dad have some benefit or dance thing to go to tonight." I reminded myself as I stripped off in my bedroom before pulling on some sweats. I heard a moan emanate over the din of the fan. "Sounds a bit like Mom is getting herself off!"
I was relaxing on my bed when the fan noise stopped and the bathroom door opened. Before I could say "hello," though my open bedroom door, I saw Mom fly by. My mouth was agape; she was naked and muttered something about how he'd better appreciate her douching her pussy and ass for him. I could only assume she meant Dad but who knows.
She's usually pretty careful about not walking around half dressed. She always wears her robe. It's not that I hadn't ever seen her naked since we've already fucked but I guessed she didn't realize I was home. The way the door and my bed is arranged, the only way she would have noticed me was if she actually looked inside my room. I thought "Hmmmm..."
Quietly as I could I rose from my bed and moved along the carpeted hallway towards my parent's bedroom. They had a wall to wall - floor to ceiling mirror closet installed last summer so standing outside the door I could see the entire room... and my naked mother. "God she looked hot!"
On the bed she had a number of things laid out. She stood there with her hands akimbo and looked at them. Through the mirror, I could see she had shaved her pussy save for a tiny, trimmed soul patch.
She picked up and held up a black lace garter belt with three straps dangling from each side. Mom wrapped it around her waist and adjusted the hooks around the small of her back. She opened a new package of stockings. As she slid them up her legs, I noted how sheer they were but the toes and heels were reinforced. I thought her long, hot red painted fingernails would make it difficult for her to clip them, but Mom had no problems.
She stood up and checked the back side. There was a thick, dark seam running up the backs of her legs. She smoothed them out to make sure they were straight and checked again. Satisfied she picked up her next piece and held it up. Matching panties. She slipped a pointed toe through one leg hole then the other and pulled them up over her stockings and garters. As she adjust them while looking in the mirror, I saw the back was split open. When she adjusted the front leg holes, "They're crotchless. I can see her pussy!"
Mom spread her legs slightly and ran a finger along her slit. "God I'm so fucking horny!" She spasmed slightly and moaned as she brought the finger to her lips to lick off the juice. She looked at herself in the mirror and giggled like a little girl. Then her eyes popped open and she bit her lower lip. She grinned a sly smile.
My hand automatically dropped to the aching bulge in my sweatpants. My fingertips felt the growing wet spot darkening the grey material.
Mom seductively swayed back towards her bed. She picked up something and wrapped it around her torso. "A corset! She's putting on a corset!"
The corset was black with lace and some sort of shiny, dark purple lining. She adjusted it to ride just atop of her hips and she laced the front tightly; it squeezed everything upwards and filled the cups to overflowing excess. She pulled her hard nipples out so they just peeked over the top. Mom slipped on some strappy sky high stilettos and stood back in front of the mirror; she turned and checked herself out.
"Jeez! She looks like that blond actress... Marilyn Monroe... no! The French one, Bridget Bardot... ummm. Oh! My absolute favourite that played the wife hooker, Belle de Jour! Catherine Deneuve!"
Mom sauntered over to her dressing table. I could tell she had her make-up done up and made her look very sexy yet very slutty. She picked up a small tube and repainted her lips to match her nails. She opened a drawer to pull out a long handled brush and pretended to fix her already perfect coif. Although she was alone, she gave a coy look around the bedroom. She took the brush handle and rubbed it against her open slit coating it in a slick slime. She brought the brush to her lips and licked it dry before reapplying her cunt juices to it.
With two fingers on each side of her slit, she spread herself open and pushed the brush handle inside of her. She bit her lips and closed her eyes. Her lips mouthed a silent "oh" as her head fell back. She slowly fucked herself with the brush as her fingers played against her engorged clit. Her hips started bucking and she made this "uh..uh...uh..!" sound. A small spritz of clear liquid arced from her spread legs and onto the floor.
She moved to the bed and reached inside her nightstand. Mom pulled out a fat vibrating dildo. It had to be about eight inches long with a bulbous head and very thick. It made a loud powerful buzz when she switched it on. She lubricated the tip against her wet slit before pushing it deep inside of her. Again her hips started to buck but this time a larger stream sprayed out from her.
Gasping, Mom called out. "Jesus, Tim! How many times do I have to fuck myself before you stick your big cock inside of me?"
I was stunned. "She knew I was there watching?" I recovered quickly and moved towards her.
