Sparticus ... A Mother's Demise ... Ch 2 - Sex Stories

Sparticus ... A Mother's Demise ... Ch 2

... vaginal scent…just as she had seen her son do before pocketing them. She had been in work less than an hour before the nervous woman decided to go down to the washroom. With each passing minute she was getting more absorbed in the new submissive role as sexual plaything to her own son started to overwhelm her thoughts. The aroused slut could not concentrate on her work. The women’s washroom was a small room with a single stall tucked in the corner. Just as she went in, Mary, a shop floor girl of 19 came out of the stall and went to the basin to wash her hands. They exchanged a few words before Helen rushed to the stall shutting the door quickly behind her. For some reason the horny secretary felt Mary knew she was there to take a dirty picture and send it to her son. There was no way she could know that of course but in her present frame of mind she imagined the worst. The anxious mother sat waiting for Mary to leave… a minute at most but seemed like ten. As soon as she heard the outer door shut she started to undress, hanging each item carefully on the single peg on the back of the door until she stood naked. She had never felt so vulnerable and yet excited as she did just then. She needed to masturbate but first she had a photo to take and send to her Dominus, whilst she was still aroused knowing that she might well back out if she masturbated first. Another tingle shot through her body and her cunt clenched tight at the thought of what she was doing and for whom. Taking ...

... her phone from her jacket pocket she sat down on the toilet seat. Switching to reverse mode she stretched out her arm, satisfied that she had her cunt and tits in frame she took the snap. Amazed at the lewdness of the image showing a mature woman seated naked with engorged nipples crowning her full breasts and legs spread wide apart, her moist cunt lips slightly open inviting a cock to penetrate her silky hole her clit throbbed all the more. Her hand could not resist stroking her pussy a few times as she gazed at the obscene snap. Quickly before she backed out, she drew up her son’s name from her contact list and hit send… knowing that it was unwise but unable to stop the b**st inside that was unleashed and the desire to become her son’s slut. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Wednesday evening The McIntyre’s had a large garden out back which the f****y pet ran free …but he was trained as a puppy to only use a small patch in the top corner for his ‘business’. Walking his dog… Alan had got it 3 years ago as a birthday present, had got him out of doing a lot of chores. The woods backing onto their garden was his usual route, and for the last two months he had enjoyed his ‘walks’ all the more. Lately he always left at 9:50, choosing that time because two houses down from theirs lived his school’s headmistress and about that time she used to get ready for bed. Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp he would see her strip and put on her nightie. He was disappointed that all he could see was ...