“I knew it,” he laughed.
“I’d just come away from probably the most surreal experience of my life, lying there naked and letting another woman remove my pubic hair, then to have her kiss my pussy when she finished, my mind was all over the place.
“Yeah well Julie loves the taste of a nice cunt, l’ll let her have a session with you soon, have you ever done it with another woman?”
“No l have not,” his mother replied.
“Well that’s just something else for you to experience,” he laughed. “Come on, eat up, you need to get cleaned up and ready for Frank, don’t forget, he said he’s fancied you for years so make sure you give him a good time, he’ll probably be quite conservative, probably want his cock sucked and a straight fuck but you need to show some enthusiasm and make it special for him so he’ll want to come back for more.”
Susan was silent on the journey home and when she went up for a shower. She lingered in the shower, enjoying the warmth and security of the cascading water as she reorganised her brain. The truth was that she had never enjoyed sex with her husband, those erotic passages in books or scenes in films were a thousand miles away from her experiences. Her only orgasms had been by her own manipulation of her clitoris and they had hardly been mind blowing. It seemed that everything Paul did to her or with her culminated in an earth shattering orgasm. She felt totally washed out after less than twenty four hours of this new relationship.
She thought about the future….what sort of future would it be? Certainly it was going to involve Paul allowing her to be used sexually by one or more other men, possibly in groups. She felt a shudder flow through her body at the thought. He had hinted at her having sex with another woman….another shudder….her hand went between her legs.
She shook her head….”What are you doing?” She asked herself, “just thinking of how he intends to use you is setting you off again.”… There was no escape, she didn’t want an escape. Baring her breasts to those men, then being fucked by her son in front of them had been the most exciting experience of her life. She felt her cunt flooding remembering the looks she had got from people she walked past on the way to the car, the lust in the eyes of husbands, the hatred in the eyes of their wives. “Those men wanted you Susan,” she told herself, “they wanted to use you to satisfy their base animal instinct.”
She had to lean against the wall, sliding slowly to the floor of the shower as her orgasm flowed through her body.
When Susan walked into her bedroom Paul was there. She walked up to him, confident that she was completely in control of her emotions and clearly aware of the decision she had made. She stood in front of him, put her hands up to frame his face and kissed him.
“I’m sorry if l doubted you,” she whispered, “l know now that l want this, l’m yours my darling, do with me whatever you please, take me to paradise.”
“I knew you’d come round in the end,” he smiled, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, feeling her sink against him in response, her hand going to the front of his trousers. “Not now you horny bitch,” he laughed, pushing her hand away, your first punter will be here soon, bend over the bed and let me prepare you just in case he wants something different.”
Susan had no idea what her son was referring to but now understood that everything he did ended up in her being pleasured. She bent forward, supporting herself with the bed and spread her legs expecting to be fucked.
She let out a shocked sigh as something cold was applied to her bottom.
“He may not want to fuck your arsehole,” Paul said as he smeared the cold ointment between her buttocks and around her anus, “but if he watches a lot of porn all the girls on there take it up their bum these days so he may want to try it, if he asks to fuck you there, what do you say?”
“Yes siiiiiirrr,” she sighed as his finger slid inside her anus.
“Good,” he said as her slipped another finger in, working the cream into her orifice. “I’ll tell him you’re an arse virgin but that might result in him wanting it so you have to be ready.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Not too much if l grease you well,” he said, “of course it all depends how rough he wants to be, very often it becomes a bit of a power trip if he knows he’s hurting you with his cock but you just have to take it, you will learn that pain can be an erotic experience.” He jabbed another finger into her anal passage, Susan let out a cry at the increased invasion. “Your body is for the pleasure of men,” he said, “enjoy it and the pleasure will be yours as well.”
“You make it all sound so easy and exciting,” she said as his fingers slipped from her bum hole, “l do want it, honestly l do, it’s just all so new to me, l feel like Pandora opening a box of sex and not knowing where it will lead.”
“It will lead to a life of fun Mum,” he said, “believe me, men will queue up to fuck you, you’re the perfect fantasy woman.”
“You don’t think l’m too old?”
“Rubbish,” he laughed, “there are loads of men out there married to boring women who dream of having a slut like you for a wife.”
“You know,” she said, “when you call me that word it makes me feel gooey inside, l know l should be offended but it just adds to the excitement.”
“Right we’ll it’s time for you to be a slut,” he said, “l want you to put these clothes on for Frank.” He indicated a pile of clothes on a chair. “I bought them at the sex shop in town, Frank remembers you from school so l thought you could be his fantasy schoolgirl.”
“Really,” she giggled, picking up a bra and blouse from the chair. “But these are far too small for me.”
“Yes well l want you to be bursting out of them, and be ready because l’m going to tell him he can do what he likes with you, l’m sure he’s had fantasies over the years, l want you to make it special for him, be the fantasy slut he has thought about in his dreams.”
First she put on the garter belt and fishnet stockings, followed by the frilly panties with a split crotch. Susan giggled uncontrollably as Paul helped her stuff her breasts into the bra which was several sizes too small, they overflowed out of it. The blouse would only just do up, the buttons threatening to burst off as she did them up over her tits. Lastly came the school tie and a microscopically short, flared skirt which barely covered her cunt.
“I look ridiculous,” she laughed.
“I bet he won’t think that,” Paul replied.
“I do feel sexy though,” she walked over to him, “you wouldn’t care to sample the goods before he gets here would you,” she said, rubbing her hand against the front of his trousers, feeling the hardness of him.
He kissed her. “You’re doing great Mum,” he said, “you’re a perfect slut. Now do your make-up, not too tarty, put your shoes on and come down stairs, l can’t imagine he will be long.”
Paul was waiting in the lounge when she walked in, tottering on the impossible heels he’d bought.
“These shoes will cripple me,” she laughed.
Almost immediately the doorbell sounded.
Paul stepped up to her. Her nipples were rock hard and showing well through the material. He pinched both of them hard, saw the pain flash across her face. “Be a good slut and we will have some fun later,” he said.