Sex Trainer For Hire Pt 05

Sex Trainer for Hire Pt. 05

Five Days of Rampant Incest

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Mrs. Troutman thought that she had it all figured out. Get her eighteen-year-old son Jimmy a sex trainer to resolve his virginity issues and he would be over his shyness with girls. In episodes 01 - 04 that's not how it was turning out. Like many plans in life they don't always go the way moms expect. That can get very trying as Mrs. Troutman discovers in this episode. Thanks for stopping in to read Jimmy's evolving demands on his mother. Please, kindly remember to rate, favor if you are so inclined, and comment for my pleasure on how this story resonates with you at the end. dmallord.

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This afternoon had vanished so quickly in the midst of experimenting with those damned sex toys Teresa Ann had sent Jimmy. At least I got him off with that look-a-like pocket pussy and didn't have to submit my body to another pounding on the end of his dick like he wanted. It would have worked out just fine if she hadn't sent along those nipple suckers. I got so wound up in trying out one, then the second one, and well also the cunt sucker one as well. I lost track of time and if Jimmy hadn't casually said Jack would be home from work in twenty minutes, I would still be getting cream-pied by Jimmy on the kitchen table again when Jack walked inside!

As it was, I'd just made it out of the shower in time to jump into a pair of slacks, and throw on a blouse. I skipped a bra and panties to save time. Then made a bee-line for the kitchen again, tossing a pound of hamburger meat into the microwave to thaw when I heard the overhead garage door opening. Jack was home. Shit!

My pride in homecooked meals for Jack was sorely being tested in making tonight's meal with ground beef, a packaged chili mix, using a can of diced tomatoes, and a can of ranch style beans. Jack was accustomed to better. Hell, the table wasn't even set. I thought Jimmy would have done that. I told him to clean up and put everything back on the table, but it seems he had wondered off with those damned sex toys from Teresa Ann instead. I was frantically slapping the ground beef into a pot to brown when Jack strolled into the kitchen.

"What the hell!" he sputtered as grease splattered everywhere.

I'd neglected to lower the burner before tossing in the beef. Now I had a searing mess erupting all over the stove. Jumping back, I stumbled, landing in his arms as he caught me, and shifted my body up restoring my balance. His arms and hands had grasped my ribs and I knew he could feel I wasn't wearing a bra. Not something I do, at least didn't use to do, with Jimmy around. Just as quickly, he slid the pot off the burner. The unflappable Navy man in him put safety first; the questionable meal thought could be read on his face as he surveyed the unopened package mix and cans on the nearby countertop. Yesterday, he brought home pizza. I had promised him a special meal for tonight for his treat to make up for that screwed up meal plan. This sure as hell didn't count toward that!

"You okay, babe?" he asked. The concern for my safety was broadcast in the tone of his voice as he held me against him. Despite having walked in from the cold, the heat from his body was as warm as toast against me.

"Yes," is all I managed to get out as I felt frustration growing and a dash of humiliation thrown in for good measure.

He paid for my cooking classes last year as a Christmas present -- now I return the favor by trying to burn down the house! I tried to hold it inside, but the tears, first one then a dozen, erupted down my cheeks. The tears came, not because of the damned grease splattering everywhere. They came because, I guess, because, I was coming to grips with the secrecy that didn't include Jack in the triangle. A love triangle the tabloids would call it. He spun me around, and lifted my chin as he held it in his callused bear-sized paw, to meet his gaze. I could see his concern through my watery eyes.

"I'd love you, sugar... even if you burned down the house! Hell, I'd love you still even if you went and broke my heart!" he whispered as he pressed my head against his chest.

The words tore at my own heart as I heard them flowing just over my head from the man who loves me. 'I did, and please forgive me. I... fucked your son and he did me as well. Are you still okay with that, babe?' I so desperately wanted to say, but I knew that couldn't ever be said between us. We held each other for what seemed like an eternity before I felt the last of my tears begin to dry and crust on my cheek. Slowly, he unwrapped me from within those long, strong-armed tentacles. At least the guilt wave had crawled below decks to hide again and I found myself making another promise.

I whispered as I leaned into his chest, "I'll make it up to you, tonight."

Hell! What did I just do?

Twice today, I had promised both men that I would make it up to them. What the hell was I thinking? Being treated by James to a finger full of his spunk to taste had set off an all-night sex binge with Jack; at least he got me off four or more times this morning before dawn -- I lost count. Neither of us had more than three hours of sleep. Then James! Well, twice after breakfast today, three times after lunch with those damned sex toys, and he wanted it again before his daddy got home. I was, how do you say it -- sexed up or call it really well fucked out before the sun set amidst the still falling snow.

Now, I'd just committed my body to an encore for tonight one that got labeled 'make it up to you!' God only knows what Jack thought I meant by that. What the fuck did he think I was going to do for him?

My promise had Jack's hands cupped and caressing around my unslung breasts just as soon as my promise slipped out of my lips and hit the air. I couldn't say 'no.' The wedding band on my finger had promised to cherish and obey and the guilt held me to that. Feeling the steeling of my nipples through my blouse, he slid his hands beneath the hem and his fingers flowed up along my ribcage then inward to seize my naked nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I felt my body jerk as the excitement caused a sharp gasp to hiss out of my throat. I hoped to God that he didn't slide his hands into my waistband and find no underwear beneath.

"Tonight, we're going to leave the lights on, sugar, so I can read that tattoo over and over!" his throaty voice crooned into my ear.

Those words set the framework for the night's image of what I had committed to do with Jack. It was going to be another three-hole night -- how many times could he do it after last night's episode, I wondered. That fleeting thought didn't really matter. It was going to last until Jack got all three holes and then would start again when his alarm went off in the morning. I let out a long sigh as that realization floated into mind. A quick flash of last night and this morning's lust rose up in my mind; where Jack was bouncing and doing aerobatics on my damned body like I was a trampoline. He had my legs over my head at one point, slamming into my cunt with a loud groan at every thrust until he came. For the finale, he took me on all fours. He read the damned tramp stamp tattoo aloud that Teresa Ann had recommended, 'I'm yours! Insert here!' Spreading my legs widely apart he plunged into my cunt for its moisture and then pressed his fat knob into my ass just far enough to get past my sphincter. I felt it pucker up and then when he felt it begin to relax, he buried all six inches right up to his balls in one slow thrust. I had smothered my face into the pillow, willing my voice shut at the raw surge of his dick cramming itself into me. Every muscle in my ass contracted against the invasion, but it didn't stop his dick from drilling all the way to the bottom. Jack wasn't concerned with how I felt at that point -- it was all about the thrill of the drill ramming into my depths until he came. It was a long time coming. His body had delivered up three previous cum dumps and now it was taking its sweet time pounding out another explosive shot up my rectum. I was numb, spent and beyond achieving another orgasm. I was a used fleshy mattress at that point just waiting for his last release to be over, as I recalled the long series of fucks.

With one last squeeze of my breasts and a nipple tweak, Jack kissed my neck and slipped off to the living room to turn on the news hour leaving me to deal with the bat-wing chile preparations. As I watched the tiny 'bat-wings' of burnt meat float up through the tomato juice, my thoughts turned to James. Hell, I'd bet he would have his alarm set for just after his Daddy went to work. He'd be expecting to start work on his own flagrant exploration of my pussy -- and he seemed to have his Daddy's proclivity for reaming my ass as well. He'd witnessed first-hand the effect of those suction cups on my nipples and clit. I was damned certain he would be demanding to put them back into action in the morning.

That night's dinner discussion revolved around how scarce customers were during the snowy weather and the construction across the street. James filled in Jack about all of the vendors coming and going into the home. Resulting in Jack declaring, "No damned wonder, our place was empty! Everybody was across the street working on that little hottie's mother's place no doubt!"

I could see the innocence light bulb look turn on in Jimmy's face as he started to open his mouth and fill his Daddy in about the 'mother' across the street. I gave him a sharp jab with my foot before his mouth could utter a word. He got the point -- for once -- and didn't tell Jack the woman wasn't the hottie's mother. If that cat got out of the bag, well, there would be no end to the speculation that Jack would go to, to unravel that mystery.

Jack didn't make it to the late news hour before his head began nodding. He stood, stretched, and yawned. Faker, I could tell. "I'm going to turn in," he said, "it's been a long day."

That 'cat that ate the canary look' was glowing all around that Navy chiseled looking face. Looking at me, he extended his hand and added, "Honey, you look tired too. Why don't you join me?"

There are some obligatory things you just do when you are married. Marriage has its own set of code words and certain facial expressions that tell its own stories. These things are not meant for children to pick up on. This was one of those things that must be done and I stood up to follow Jack. In the back of my mind were the words, 'I'll make it up to you, tonight,' that I had uttered as I cried against his chest as hot grease splattered all over the stove and walls. My usual enthusiasm for what was to come was only lukewarm as I took his offered hand.

"James, you're on your own -- understand?" I whispered, making that familiar jack-off motion I knew he was well familiar with as I dutifully followed his Daddy to bed. His eyes just widened and I could see the gears turning as the puzzled brow look appeared, still trying to figure out why everyone was suddenly so tired and in need of rest. It would be okay for James. I knew his sexual tensions were still high as a kite from missing another spearing and release into my cunt this afternoon. Although, it wouldn't take long for him to turn to Teresa Ann's look-alike pussy and get some action in his own bed tonight.

It was another all-nighter for me. My body was, at the end of it, 'Like a thoroughbred filly that's been ridden hard and put away wet,' as my own Daddy used to say.

As soon as the door closed, Jack pulled me to him and crushed his lips against mine. I reciprocated trying to act as arduous as he was, but my heart was not quite there. Jimmy had taken most of that away as he repeatedly probed and worked my body like a pin ball machine most of the day. My thighs were tender and bruised. Jimmy's hands had stretched my pussy like an over worked pizza dough in his eagerness to try every conceivable position imaginable to a newly initiated eighteen-year-old.

I felt Jack's hands squeezing my breasts through my blouse. Whenever I went without a bra, it drove him crazy. The fact that I didn't put one on after sex with James had only to do with the lack of time, not an overt attempt to ramp up Jack's sex drive. Later, when he got around to pulling down my slacks and finding my panties missing, it was like gasoline being poured onto his fiery lust for my pussy. Inevitably, that would fuel the thrust of his pulsing cock up my ass because of that damned tattoo, 'I'm yours! Insert here!' I was beginning to regret that damned thing inked above my ass and to regret listening to Teresa Ann for recommending it.

What followed was almost his usual routine, pull my top over my head, gobble and suck my nipples, and then kneeling pull down my slacks and treat me like an ice cream cone. By then, my desires were coming alive again despite being pillaged most of the day by James. I found my legs slipping apart and my hands cupping the back of Jack's head as his tongue hit the first of many pleasure spots. The first real groan of appreciation escaped my lips as he sucked my clit into his warm, moist mouth and rolled it around with that wicked tongue of his.

"Fuck!" was all I thought and it escaped my clinched jaws loud enough for Jack to hear as my legs squeezed together like a vise. I felt the involuntary upward jolt as my cuntie rocked into his face in response.

"There's my girl!"

I heard Jack's pleased response come as he extended his tongue and took a long swipe up my slit before sucking in my clit for another tongue lashing.

'God! I'd be so damn glad when Jimmy learned to master that move,' I thought as another surge of electrical current coursed through my body, sending my head backward and slamming my eyes shut. I was beginning to enjoy this, despite the afternoon debauchery. Jack had lit my fuse and the warm tingling glow grew within me. My breathing was racing by then. And just as quickly, Jack stopped -- leaving me wanting more.

"Lay down, babe," he huffed, "I need a minute." He said as he went to the dresser. As I lay down on the bed, I watched him pulling the bottom drawer open. I knew the contents of that damn drawer so well. It was going to be a long night. I watched as he pulled out the long intricate treaded satin ropes and his personal laptop. I just closed my eyes, praying for the strength to push through what was to come next.

I listened to the familiar words of Dylan's 'Lay Lady Lay' as the laptop came to life:

Lay, lady, lay

Lay across my big brass bed

Lay, lady, lay

Lay across my big brass bed

Whatever colors you have

In your mind

I'll show them to you

And you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay

Lay across my big brass bed

Stay, lady, stay

Stay with your man awhile

Until the break of day

Let me see you make him smile

...

It was the song that was playing on the radio as the backs of my legs pressed on Jack's shoulders in the rear seat of that old cruiser he drove in college. It played as he slipped his cock into me the first time... and I could see him smile down at me as he took my virginity. Like the song, I stayed with him in the back seat until dawn while he enjoyed pumping my pussy like an overzealous lover and then he drove me back to my dorm. I was in love... and fertile as it turns out. Jimmy was born nine months later, to the day.

Jack was a master at knots. He had me sitting up with my back against the headboard and took little time fastening my hands high above my head on the four-poster bed. He loved the theatrical feel of my being helpless. I didn't mind. It tickled his pickle so to speak and it really got his cock up to ramming speed which felt so good. At least before tonight. If I hadn't been so used all day, I would have enjoyed this -- more.

Affixing the ropes to my ankles was next. I expected to be tied to the bottom rails as usual. It was a hell of a surprise to find Jack scooting between my legs and lifting my ass up off the bed.

"What!" I asked, surprised as hell.

"Change of pace!" he grinned as he lifted my left leg upward tying it beside my upstretched left arm and repeated the move for my right leg to my right arm. My body was suspended off the bed above the pillows.

I looked like some kind of damned stretched out crab strung up on a net at the beach. My pussy stretched lewdly open and I could see my asshole as well in the mirror Jack kept at the end of the bed. As a gymnast in school, I had the flexibility for this on a balance beam, but I wasn't eighteen any longer and this sure as hell wasn't a feel-good position to be in, now.

'You promised him that you would make it up to him, so take it, all of it, and act like you like it son-fucker,' I reminded myself. I did my best.

As 'Lay Lady Lay' played, Jack stood upon the bed and fed me his cock. I sucked him and licked his prick's head the way he enjoyed it the most, until his body wanted more and began to use my throat as a pussy well. Something in Jack seemed to be more enthusiastic tonight than usual as he deep throated me almost as fiercely as Jimmy, although he still had control for the most part. I gagged at the end as he unloaded in my mouth and snorted cum back out my nose as I tried to break free of that long, thick dick stuck down my throat; but he held me snuggly for a bit more than I could stand before letting me break loose. Opened mouthed, I gasped for air and spit up cum almost simultaneously.

Jack smiled. "Nice!" he chuckled, as he wiped my face with a damp towel he had brought from the bathroom.

"Nothing nice about that, Jack!" I croaked in reply.

"But you liked it, right?" he responded dryly.

I put on a demure smile, trying to remember what I told myself, "You seemed to out do yourself, tonight, sugar!" I returned my answer in a similar tone as he untied my legs. The circulation began to return as I felt the throbbing sensations in my thighs.

"My arms?"

"Not yet, sugar," he said bringing his limp cock back to align it with my lips. "Again!" he whispered as he stood on the bed with his legs splayed out.

I knew this was going to be hole number two -- whether it was front or back I didn't know for sure, but I knew I had to get him hard again or I would be hanging up in the air like a woman crucified until he had taken another hole. Normally, he would feed me using his hand to slip his cock back into his mouth. Tonight, he made me work for it, bending my head and stretching my neck to reach out and draw the slippery withered one-eyed snake into my mouth. He was being a bitch tonight, I thought. Punishment for earlier, I guessed. Deserved, I guessed as well as I took in his prick and began to tongue it back into a lively state. It was difficult to work it, feeling my joints being stretched from the shoulder sockets. I hustled to get him hard again. I needed to get out of these ropes. The pain was growing, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of using our safe word. I mouthed his cock as energetically as I could, given the limited movements of my head as he held his cock in front of my face -- like superman would, I suppose.

I heard the sound of Dylan's song start over.

'Sure, Dylan, I'll make my man smile again,' I answered the song's command.

It took a while, but I began to feel the girth returning; the resurgence of blood coursing through the vascular cells added length as well until I had returned six inches of throbbing cock to a full erection. He was near, I could tell, as his breathing was becoming harsher and deeper as it expelled from his lungs. I could also feel the drip building between my inner lips as they swelled as my own body coaxed itself into my pleasure zone. My lower body had been busy, involuntarily doing my Kegel exercises. It's too damned bad I couldn't make myself come just by moving those because I was becoming hot and wanton myself as I felt Jack's cock flex again inside my mouth. He pulled out with a low groan, sinking to his knees.