Chapter 7
Kate's mind was whirling from the past weeks. Callum had been enthusiastic to say the least, but had kept completely private about fucking his mum, thank God.
Fucking his mum.
That's a phrase she never would have imagined herself imagining, let alone saying or, god forbid, doing but now even though she was driving she felt stirring in her naughty bits.
Naughty bits? Say it out loud, you mean "cunt". It's what Callum calls me now when we're alone, that is when he's not calling me his "cum slut" or "fuck hole."
All of which was perfectly true. She didn't know how long this dream would continue, but she had been powerless to control the dark fuck addictive desires of her university days now that they'd been awakened once again.
I'm a wicked fucking cum slut and I cannot lie.
Since that magical day when she'd fucked both the young man Graham and her son Callum she had continued doing all the "mum things." Market shopping, taking care of the house, dealing with tradesmen all things that her hubby,
"dumb fuck" as Callum calls his father when he was buried balls deep in his mother's cunt
, hated to do, but she had never felt more relaxed, more free. Even her hubby had remarked on the glow in her cheeks.
Glow in my cheeks. Oh you are oblivious dumb fuck. You have no idea how warm my cheeks glow.
And he didn't. "Dumb Fuck" had continued to ignore her. He worked at the ironmonger's and played golf on the weekends. He had even begun playing in weekend tournaments. He'd brought home no trophies at all.
And had no clue what while he was whacking away at his cold white dimpled balls, his time away had given his cum-slut wife golden opportunities to drain his son's hot heavy balls, pumping his long hot cock until even his eighteen year old body was depleted.
Even as she drove home from the market, the images flooded her mind, the delicious things they had done. She had taken her son's cock deep in every hole. Her body had been anointed, soaked on every inch of her skin with her son's fragrant seed thanks to his amazing recuperative powers. More wicked still, she had loved it. Kate felt her slit moisten at the thought.
As she pulled up to her home she saw an unfamiliar van parked by the side of the house. Hubby hadn't mentioned any tradesmen work.
Graham? Had he found the courage to come visit her?
So fortunate that "Dumb fuck" hubby wasn't home, nor Callum. They were both golfing this weekend. Kate's mind's eye opened to the memory of Graham's cock, so thick, a wrist-thick throbbing rod that had stretched her cunt wide. Her flow increased.
Don't go off half-cocked girl. It's probably just a tradesman that needs directions
. She smiled to herself at the phrase.
I don't want to go off half-cocked. I want full cock filling everything, everywhere. God, I'm insatiable.
As she walked in the door into the kitchen she looked about to see if anyone was at home. She called out "Is anyone here?"
No response. She put the grocery bags down on the counter and turned around. What she saw spread across the kitchen table took her breath away and made her knees go weak.
Photos. More photos. Glossy black and white 8X10 prints of her from her university days, images of her thighs spread wide, filled with a plethora of cocks of all sizes and shapes. More photos of her covered in dripping thick cum, laughing with delight, ladling the hot fragrant seed into her mouth with her fingers and smiling into the camera. Her throat closed up as panic set in.
My life is to be ruined, is it? Like this? Is this the way I'm to fall from grace? Is my addiction to cock, my thirst for cum my true Achilles heel? Am I now to lose everything?
A low, quiet, feminine voice spoke from behind her. "Hello, Kate. It's been a long time."
Kate turned around. She gasped. She couldn't believe it. She'd never thought to see again this woman who now leaned against the archway between her kitchen and the living room, dressed in a long flowing robe of midnight blue. The woman from university who had led her down the path to depraved iniquity. The body almost identical to hers. The woman's face, though framed with long deep brunette waves rather than her own auburn tresses with golden highlights, was identical to her own. People had said they looked so much alike they could have been twins. They had posed as twins, masked in very private orgies where no one knew anyone else's names. The face she had seen every day in her mirror, yet she'd never thought to see that face mirror hers again in real life. Strong cheekbones, strong nose, smooth angular jawline, clear brown eyes the color of rich mahogany and oh those lips. Those lips had shattered strong men's minds as they writhed beneath her. Kate had seen it happen with her own eyes.
"Victoria."
Victoria's lips slowly drew into a wide smile. Her voice was again low and smooth and soft. "I'm so happy you remember. You do remember, don't you? You remember all of it."
"So it's you." Kate gestured toward the photos on the table. "It's you that sent the photos, sent Graham to see me, to..."
Victoria smiled wide. "Yes, my dear. I sent him here, to be fucked hard and long and well as only you can. Oh yes. I must say you did the job brilliantly. He came back so changed. You'll be surprised to see how changed. So confident, now that he knows such women as you live in the world... women who are naturally..." she walked over close to Kate and spoke so slow the words virtually dripped out of her mouth, so low it was a whisper "... wicked hot fuck sluts that love hot thick cock and feast on hot slick cum."
Kate swallowed hard. Even now, in spite of the dire threat to her life she felt hanging in the air, the thought made her cunt contract and made her wetness flow. She cleared her throat, tried to keep her voice even. "So what do you want, Victoria? Are you to ruin me now? Make me pay for all my wickedness, pay for my past?"
Victoria laughed, quiet and low, her voice so smooth it felt like music to her ears. "Hardly that, my dear. Not... if you... cooperate." The word hung in the air, Victoria's tone loaded with innuendo.
