Kay The Perfect Mom Pt 01

This story is a work of fiction. ALL relevant characters are over 18+. Please enjoy.

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My name is Kay Price. Ive been married for 23 years and have 4 children. My husband, Jim, 44, is in IT at a reputable company here in Scottsdale, AZ. I am 42 years old, 5'1, 110 lbs, curly brunette hair (with some gray streaks), blue eyes and glasses. Having been told I could be a young doppleganger of Judy Garland makes me scoff at that comparison.

I'm blessed to have never needed

employment outside my home, rather, I am a homemaker. From Color Guard, to band, to sports, leading Bible Study, or involved in PTA, I lived the perfect life. Rather, everyone thought I did.

I am going to try to explain in detail, how, through my actions and allowances, I permanently altered and irreparably damaged my marriage, and how life is today.

**** 2 Years ago, Sunday Valentine's Day****

"UNH! UNH UNH!! The sounds of the illicit coupling, having taken place for the last few hours, echoed throughout my bedroom. Every thump of the headboard against the wall, every annoying squeak and creak of the bedsprings, reverberated throughout, unmistakably. The harder the thrust, the more my head flopped around my pillow.

Outside though, on this cold, Winter day, neighbors were braving the cold, walking their animals, even playing in the snow, still on the ground from earlier in the week.

With dusk setting in, now 5:30 pm, I was in the throes of ecstacy, from the frantic plunging into my maternal womb.

OH COL..COLTON! OH HONEY YE..YESSS! HAR...HARDER BA...BABY!"

Looking up toward the ceiling, I could only admire the determination on his face. Sweat accumalating on his forehead, chest, and back, was proof-positive of his intentions. The slurping sounds, mixed with the quelch of my vagina from the nonstop thrusting invading my womb, could only be described as surreal.

Ever since I arrived home from church earlier in the day, knowing Jim was with our 13 and 14 year old girls in Phoenix at a Color Guard symposium, my legs, sheathed in suntan colored pantyhose, were currently being pushed back by big broad shoulders. With one of my tan high heels lying innocently on the bed behind him and the other, dangling off my toes from every violent thrust into my matronly tunnel, there were no worries of interruptions.

"OHYES! OHYES! COL.. COLTON! YESSSS!" My cries, only encouraging him more and more, are now 'part-and-parcel' of our torrid, 4 month affair. Stuttering and not being able to coherently express the feeling of his penis rearranging my insides in a way, and at depths, that my husband never could have attained, has become normal during our sessions. 4-5 days a week, my insides get plunged at least one time, but mostly multiple, like tonight.

Working on filling his 3rd condom, I could only hold on, as he carefully maneuvered his 270lb. body above me, so as not to crush me. Having sex only in the missionary position (Which is his favorite position) can be difficult, as he can't keep himself pushed up on the mattress very long. Being overweight limits his ability so, at times, his face is buried in my neck, while he relentlessly pounds away at my pussy. Rather, his pussy. The light green dress I'd worn to church, unbuttoned, but still on my body and the lace bra, pushed over my motherly tits, were covered in my sweat from lying on my back with my legs up all this time.

"UNH! AHH! UNH! AHH!!" As we both expressed our love one glorious thrust at a time, I was also exhausted, as we'd been going at this, literally, when I'd put my purse and shaul down in the foyer.

"ARE..YOU..CL..CLOSE.. HON..OH GOD YES.. HONEY?" I submissively posed, noticing changes in his breathing.

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Meanwhile, unbeknownst to us, Jim was pulling into the driveway. Learning later that, my daughter Olivia, had forgotten an important item for Color Guard, I wasn't expecting them home until 11 or midnight. Being it 50 miles away, I knew they had an early and later evening show spread apart, giving the schools breaks in between. So Jim devided to come home to retrieve her white shirt she needed.

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Feeling his balls tightening and not understanding how anyone, without the help of medicines, could have so much semen stored up in them, his pumping became more frantic.

"YES HONEY!! YES HONEY!! FUCK ME!! OH COL..COLTON!! YES!!" Trying vainly to look into his eyes, as he asks me to do when he finishes in me, my hair had intruded my sight. Once splayed across the pillow my head rested upon, the intensity of the fucking I was receiving, assisted in my head jerking back from every thrust. "YES HONEY! YES! YES! YES! CUM IN....ME!" I yelped, fully prepared for his final release.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" The roar I awaited finally arrived. After slamming forward and holding himself suctioned against my lower regions, I knew he was unloading in his condom. Feeling pulse after pulse, and the condom expanding in my well-used cavern, I ran my wedding ring laden hand through his bushy hair.

"Oh Colton," I passively uttered, as I kept my right hand firmly on his shoulder. "Empty that nastiness in the condom, sweetie."

Finally finishing and his hips ceasing from the,

seemingly, hours and hours of thrusting, I whispered in his ear, "I need you to pull out, for now. I think we've built up quite the appetite." Pulling out, I saw his penis. Coated with a thick white froth glistening in the dusk-affected bedroom, I also realized that his condom has broken. IN ME. Seeing just the ring around the base of his softening phallus, I panicked.

"Colton! baby! your condom broke!" Able to see the remnants protruding out of my swollen, well-used cunt, I raised my tired legs again, and managed to pull the remainder of his condom out. Gushing out of me was a torrent of our combined juices on the linens underneath me. Saturating my pantyhose that I had pushed a hole into for easier access, the volume of the cum he unloaded a third time, was mind-blowing.

Seeing the look on my sons face, one of sheer horror, I reassured him with a tired smile. "Honey, I'm not mad, condoms break." Continuing, I added, "You were so focused on how hard you were pumping me, I assume it broke earlier."

Colton, who's demeanor suddenly relaxed, quipped, "I don't like wearing them anyway, mom. But you told me you haven't used birth control and that dad had a vasectomy after Livvy and Katie were born."

"I can go get a morning after pill from the pharmacy later sweetie, I have time," I said, running my hand seductively up and down his neck. "But first things first. I need to change these linens and put new ones on; 2nd, you've worn mama out. I'm going to cook us a romantic, quick dinner for us, put some lingerie on for you, and you can have your way with me until your father calls me to let us know they're heading home." Looking over at the candy striped corset and the red high heels, we needed energy for our "lovers" evening"

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Outside, James was murmuring to himself, "Teenage kids. They'd forget their heads if they weren't attached." Frustrated for having to have driven all the way home, just for a specific shirt, he got out of his car.

Looking at his phone, he also realized Kay hadn't returned his calls. Seeing her car in the parking lot, he saw that she was home.

"Probably cooking her and Colton dinner, or ensconced in her Bible," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

Entering the house, he noticed the dinner table romantically set. 2 place settings, a candle, already lit, incense filling the air, a glass of her favorite Cabernet and a Coca-Cola. Smiling, he thought, "Late night dinner and Valentine's Day sex? I'm sorry I just ruined her surprise. She isn't letting me have wine, I see."

Walking into the living room he called out, "Kay?" Obviously not wanting to startle her, unaware of his arrival home, he'd calmly called out. Not being able to locate her, he thought to himself. "She's probably showering, then she'll prepare whatever it is for our late night."

Realizing he might have just dodged Kay's loving wrath for ruining her surprise, he figured he'd have time to run up to Livvy's bedroom, retrieve her shirt and Chapstick, and be out before she noticed him there.

Walking into the kitchen, he saw a bag sitting on the counter from the grocery store. Mushrooms, unthawing steak, etc. Seeing the receipt he wanted to see just how much of his hard earned money she'd spent as the steaks were clearly top-quality.

"Steaks, milk, mushrooms, con... condoms?"

Scratching his head, he chuckled, "I had a vasectomy 13 years ago, I can't get her pregnant. But if she wants me to use condoms tonight, I'll be a trooper."

Just then he heard some sounds. Pausing, he could faintly hear what seemed to muffled 'Thumping' somewhere in the house. Suddenly eager to find the sound, he immediately headed to the laundryroom assuming one of the kids threw their wet shoes in the dryer, to dry. As he reached the room, he realized nothing was in there at all. "Ah nevermind, I don't have time," he said to himself.

Figuring he needed to get his daughters things and head back to Phoenix, he headed for the stairs. As he began his ascent, the thumping sound was increasing in volume and frequency. Once a periodic thump, suddenly became continuous. Curious, he realized it was coming from upstairs.

Not having gotten halfway up, he heard the one voice, that would soon convey to him, there was more to this story. "OH YES..OH HONEY, FUCK ME," was being said so intensely, so seductively, his blood began to boil.

"Kay? What the hell?" Hearing the F-word was so unbecoming of his very religious, prude wife. Heck, she would scold the kids and Jim for uttering the word, "Gosh."

One more step and a very loud, "AHHHHHH!"

bellowed from the once quiet home, at the far end of the hallway leading to the Master bedroom. When the creaking and thumping ceased, the realization his wife, his Kay, could do this to him, weighed heavily. Furious he thought, "Throw away 23 years of marriage for what? She had things to do at church, huh? Is this why she lied to the girls about not being able to go to their symposium?"

With his anger beginning to rise, he had to confront this. Continuing upstairs, he marched to the room. Stopping, he heard muffled words and chuckling. Reaching for the door handle he quietly turned it. Locked. "Damn her!"

Having made up his mind, he figured he would surprise his adulterous wife and her lover when they came downstairs. Getting blood in the hallway, near the girls rooms was a bad idea.

Once downstairs, he, again, saw the romantic set up. Realizing it obviously wasn't for him, he decided to take a seat at the table. Awaiting their appearance, he quickly left his lawyer friend a message.

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"Fuck mom, you suck a good dick," the 18 yr old commented.

Releasing her suction from cleaning off the tool that had pummelled my insides for the last few hours, I scolded Colton. "Language, young man," I said, slowly stroking his member. "I'm not some harlot you can speak to in that fashion. I'm still your mother."

"Sorry mom," Colton said, literally remembering her seductively tell him to "fuck" her.

"Good boy. Mama forgives you." Taking his hardened pole back in her mouth, she finished cleaning him off. Standing, I wiped any remants of his milky substance off my mouth. Taking off the linens, I bunched them into a ball. "I'll remake the bed when I come here to change into your Valentine's gift." Continuing, I picked the condom wrappers Colton would toss on the ground, throwing them in with the 3 filled condoms and the pair of pantyhose I wore to church earlier.

Standing at the beds edge, I reached for the top of my nylons. "Leave then on mom," Colton piped up. "I want to fuck my date with those still on you, and the runs that are visible down your inner thighs."

"Colton! Oh my word!" I said, aghast at the language my son was using.

"Mom, you're beautiful, I can pound you forever." He said, matter-of-fact.

Relenting, and with a chuckle I responded, "Oh I know you can. But tonight don't hold back. We have till your dad informs me they're heading home, then our fun ends."

Starting to button my dress, "Leave that unbuttoned, too," Colton pointedly ordered.

"Let me guess, shall I also keep my bra where it is as well so you can visualize my breasts?"

Vigorously nodding his head, I shook my head, "Men."

Pecking Colton on his lips I reminded him, "I'll be starting to make a quick dinner for us."

With that, the two incestuous lovers headed for the stairwell.

Giggling, I told Colton, "Let me put these linens in the wash, be a dear and bury your condoms deep in the trash can."

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Off on different paths, I turned the corner. "Happy Valentine's Kay."

"James!" I screeched, not realizing my husband had come home. Dropping the linens, my open dress, visible breasts, and soiled pantyhose came into view.

"Why..Why are you..you here?" I frighteningly asked. Seeing my husband sitting at the table, where I had planned on having a romantic dinner before retiring to my bedroom and allowing Colton to fuck me senseless, he took a sip of the wine.

"Well," he started, looking at me with daggers in his eyes. "Olivia forgot her shirt and I came home to retrieve for her. But a funny thing happened a long the way. You weren't down here."

Waving my cell phone my direction, he continued, "I see you were too busy to answer my text or calls informing you of the issue."

"Jim, I.."

Holding his hand up, he stood, voice beginning to rise. "When I was going upstairs, I heard, what i now know to be my wife having sex with someone."

"Jim please, I can.."

"Explain?! Explain?! Who and where is he?" My husband demanded, his veins forming in his large neck. James is overweight himself, and not a fighter, but the anger he showed was scaring me."Is that mother fucker in my shower!"

Just then, the "mother fucker" came walking around the corner. Quickly and absentmindedly wrapping his arms around my tired body, "Hey mom, I buried the cond..."

Seeing the tears in my eyes, and the horrified look on my face, he noticed someone sitting at the table.

"Shit," Colton said.

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Starting Part 2. I'll complete it shortly. Thank you.