Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Barb & Jami ch 2Jerry and Barbara spent the following day seeing the casinos and mailing home postcards. They rode shuttles and ate fast food, bought gawdy sunglasses and played the slot machines they found in many places beyond the usual casinos. They returned to the hotel, and without time to shower first, Jerry had taken Barbara back to bed. The sex before breakfast had been hours ago and he wanted more. His hands had groped her heavy tits, tormenting her nipples with finger and mouth. Barbara’s reaction had been welcoming and their passion had been fierce. Jerry lifted her skirt high as he pushed her backwards onto the bed. Pulling her panties forcefully aside he penetrated her immediately with no regard for her readiness. Barb’s cunt was hot and dank, greeting his rampant flesh with the sweetest velvet embrace. With fire driving them, they made love hard and fast, Jerry’s thighs slapping against her round ass, her dark patch of hair slick with the wetness of their sex. When they were both spent, they as quickly crumpled together in a heap, sleeping through the afternoon. When they woke Jerry told her they were going out and he really wanted her to wear a skirt. “Something light and short. With that butt of yours, you’ll look so sexy,” He’d said, coaxing her with his bushy eyebrows wagging. “You wore those comfy tourist clothes all day. Now is a time to show off for me.” He hurried her, having ordered a cab even before she was fully awake. Soon they were seated for a seafood dinner, reservations having been made without her awareness.He didn’t tell her more, even as they left the resturaunt in another cab. Jerry had handed the driver a paper with the name of a club, asking if he knew where it was. The cab driver’s eyes had widened and his face showed a wide grin as he handed the paper back to Jerry, his nodding rapidly.The inside of the club had a dark woody interior with lots of booths, a single candle in a glass ball illuminating each discrete table top, although all the booths were arranged to allow a view of the stage that filled the center of the club. As they’d made their way to a table, Jerry had whispered into the ear of a pudgy young man who’d joined them taking a seat next to Jerry. Barb was curious about the man’s prescence but she was immediately fascinated by the mostly naked bodies contorting on stage. She wasn’t sure if what she was witnessing was sex or just dance. There were men and women, including some crossdressers of both persuasions. Barbara observed there was one woman built much like herself, but with short cropped hair. Her big breasts hung free, swinging onto her strong round belly roll. She wore leather boots and a harness that might have outlined a bra but just accented her generous proportions. In the looming shadow of her heavy breasts a wide belt wrapped her waist and it supported a sizeable rubber dong. Periodically the large woman would reach between her legs, wrapping her fist around the phallus and brandishing it like a cannon or hose. She strode around her area of the stage confidant with power. Dancers or lovers rubbed themselves against her and fondled her breasts as well as the prominant attachment. Some were kneeling to lick the shaft and suck it’s head and yet each fat tit had a hand or mouth on it constantly. A girl with similarly short cropped hair kneeled before the woman, raised the dildo high and pressed her face to the true sex organs of the larger woman, mostly concealed by rubber testicles. The standing woman looked proudly over the club as her submissives strove to please her and earn her affection. Her eyes met Barb’s and she smiled as she rubbed the head that serviced her pussy. She opened her arms and welcomed a strong built man to her bare breast, his makeup and filmy pengoire amazingly feminine. He buried his face into her large breast, his two hands cradling the tit as his mouth suckled like a starved refugess. As she raised her chin in superiority, looking into Barbara’s eyes with challenge, she spread her legs wider to allow the kneeling girl’s mouth more of her flesh. Distracted as she was by display – amazed and disgusted and yet frankly aroused, Barbara was then very startled to see the server at their table had moved to kneel between Jerry’s legs. She had failed to notice while so taken in by the stage show, but Jerry’s pants were open and his thick uncut cock was in full display. Also a startling sight was that the kneeling server wore makeup, similar to what she saw on stage. Womanly, trashy… sharp angles at the eyes and bright lipstick. The server reached with a soft hand and smoothly took her own lover’s thick cock into his lipstick red mouth. Jerry squeezed her hand, “He’s got a very disgusting mouth. He’s going to swallow all my cum and then when he’s done he’s gonna eat your nasty pussy until you cum on his face. Think of all that’s dried down there that he needs to clean up. I’m sure you’ll be very wet again by the time he’s swallowed my load.” Barbara blinked, wondered how to react to this and in that lapse, she saw the transvestite’s mouth at work on Jerry’s organ and she was spellbound. She took in Jerry’s remark and the thought that the disgusting creature would soon be licking between her legs made her pussy twitch. Jerry had indeed faced her with a raging erection after they’d return to the room from lunch. With just a fast harsh visit on her nipples, he was soon sliding into her suprisingly ready vagina. Barb’s cunt twitched again the memory of the wonderful pounding she had recieved. The afternoon energy had been infectious and she’d urged him onward as he’d hammered his cock into her open cunt. They’d both climaxed hard before falling fast asleep in a tangle of sweat and other bodily fluids. She had dressed in a hurry and knew all that wetness was now dry on her still tender cunt lips and in her pubic hair. Jerry’s awareness that this was all stirring her up made it even more exciting. She squirmed in her seat, and felt her juices begin to flow again at the thought of the man’s disgusting mouth hungry at her cunt, right here in an open den of sex and debauchery.She looked back at the stage, the large woman again drawing Barbara’s güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri gaze. The heavy woman held the male crossdresser by his hair, pulling his mouth from her large tit. She kept pulling, forcing him to bend his neck backward. Proud of her prize and power, she glowered back at the audience. She saw Barb’s rapt attention, and raised her fist and turned to put her mouth to the man’s ear. His face changed to a smile as she released her grasp. She looked back to Barbara as the man slid behind her and dropped to his knees. The dyke smiled victoriously at Barb while she reached behind her and coaxed the girly man to press his face to her rear end. Barb gasped when she realized the man was eagerly licking his mistress’s asshole. The large woman onstage recognized Barb’s dumbstruck state and with a raised eyebrow slowly nodded her head in affirmation. From the stage she stared into Barbara’s gaze as she leaned a bit forward and took a half step back, ensuring her submissive was well situated to be mouthing her anus.Barbara averted her gaze and instead found herself watching as the male prostitute efficiently deepthroated Jerry’s erection. Her vagina spasmed again with desire when she saw Jerry’s hips start to buck, pushing his now rigid cock forward. The dark haired man held Jerry’s rampant cock between his fingers as his lips worked on it’s purple head, then sliding his head forward drawing all of Jerry’s wonderful sausage into his throat. She’d seen blow jobs in porno films but had never been so close to such a vivid demostration. The man’s mouth worked up and down on the flesh of Jerry’s cock, his lips stretching and pulling along it’s length. After just a few minutes, Barbara heard Jerry give a familiar groan as his cock twitched in the servers grasp; she watched the young man’s mouth work and knew she’d just watched him swallow Jerry’s cum right in front of her. She cringed at what she saw but was by now horny as hell.The man’s round face and cropped dark hair made him look boyish and innocent, the makeup offering a cupie doll look. His eyes twinkled at her as he shifted his stance and his hand reached for her knee. Without a word, Barb moved her legs apart to accommodate him. She pulled her skirt up and fingered her panties aside. She could feel that they were saturated with her juices and knew the server was going to have a wet disgusting gash to feast upon. As his hands caressed her soft meaty thighs, she hooked her long nailed fingers into his hair, “That’s a disgusting mess,” she growled in a guttural voice, “clean every bit of it!”Barbara leaned back and relished the sensations of the hungry mouth, the dirty perverted mouth noisly sucking and slurping at the opening of her dripping vagina and her hairy engorged lips. She kept her hand on his head and rocked her hips to rub herself against him. Barb began with a growl as a powerful orgasm raged through her. Her gaze fell again on the stage bound dominatrix and the subservient sissy that seemed to worship her every feature. She felt her juices flow even more freely and she rubbed herself forcefully all over the young man’s face. Pressing and rocking she orgasmed a second time in just seconds after the first.Jerry smiled broadly, watching in amazement as his dignified lady lost herself in pleasure. He could tell she was enjoying riding the face of a submissive servant as much as she was feeling the effect of that tongue on her flesh. She sagged a bit, but she spread her legs wide and pushed herself forcefully to the mouth of the younger man. “Clean it! All of it!” For several more minutes she just layed back in her seat and let quiet orgasms course through her as the skilled tongue of a professional gave her pleasure such as she’d never known. She watched the transvestite on stage, his face still firmly planted in the ass of his queen, his right hand busy between his legs stroking his own rampant cock. When the man shot his cream onto the delicate hem of his nightdress, she let loose her own final shudder and ground her last bit of energy against the eager mouth between her own legs.Once she’d regained her strength enough to sit back up and looked nervously around, she realized the booth had provided some privacy but she also realized most of the other patrons had their own distractions. Others clearly found the tableau on stage to be as stimulating, most of the other patrons were busy with their own pleasures. She looked at the dark haired man now back in his seat next to Jerry and with a smile she said, “Thank you.” With a chuckle she added, “You’re vile and disgusting, but I loved every minute of it.”The events of the night stayed with Barbara. The spectacle of the large woman with the strapon and the image of her being worshipped. The young male prostitute that so hungrily devoured the juices of their bodies as if they expelled nectar from the gods. Her furvor at commanding him, just as she was sure the dyke on stage demanded pleasure from those sycophants around her. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but those memories and emotions did stay with Barbara long after their return home.As her relationship had grown with Jerry, Barb shared some of her life’s burdens, including how she was so disatisfied with her son, Jimmy. She’d complain that he’s overweight, and doesn’t take care of himself. He barely gets by financialy but continues drudging around in a warehouse job, his life going nowhere. While Barbara had a running list of concerns for her son and his future, one night a unique complaint came forward.”Now, he’s into my things. I can tell he’s been wearing my nighties and sorting through my laundry.” She faced Jerry with disgust in her face, “I swear, he’s handling my panties I leave in the laundry.” She put her face into her hands, stymied by the situation, ashamed of some of the thoughts that passed her mind. As usual, at a loss for an answer, she put the only spin on it she could understand, and that was to put it all back on Jimmy. She knew her boy, and had seen his gaze upon women, most recently upon herself. She was sure he was desiring the female form, certainly hers.His expression mocking her dismay, perabet güvenilir mi Jerry asked, “So you’ve got yourself a crossdresser. Ever want a sissy all your own?” Jerry reached down and rubbed himself suggestively.Barbara rolled her eyes and sighed. “No, I don’t think so. ” , she answered with a smirk of her heavy face. “Do you think he’s gay, too?”, Jerry suggested.”Jimmie’s just weird. I know he’s attracted to women. I’ve seen him checking me out, big ass and all —- his own mother!” Barb’s disgust at the words she’d said aloud drove her to sit back and upright in her chair, but then her shoulders sagged in surrender. “He’s into girls all right … I am also sure he hasn’t the first clue what to do with one.” She said finally,her voice trailing off as her thoughts wandered.She said to herself, and then aloud, “I’m not sure what to do with him, either.”Jerry reached his hand across the table, taking hers in his. “What would you like to do with him? I know we could have a lot of fun with our very own toy. He’s no boy but he’ll do.” He squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes, smiling suggestively.She leered back, objecting, “Jerry!” Barbara turned her shoulder, blocking the conversation and avoiding the pointed suggestion in Jerry’s remark. Since that night at the cabaret in Las Vegas, they had found sharing a crossdresser’s mouth to be a fulfilling hobby. Cruising their own downtown had revealed a sidewalk marketplace of sex workers, crossdressing males having a constant place in the random inventory. Barbara struggled to understand how she would be so disgusted and at the same time arroused as a boyslut serviced Jerry’s cock … but her wet cunt would show that her offended air was a lie, as her hands pulled a strong lipstick smeared mouth to pleasure her pussy. Barbara again turned to Jerry, bringing the conversation back her direction, ” He’s such a creep – he’s wearing my clothes. It’s disgusting. I don’t even want to put them on now.” Acknowledging her avoidance, Jerry changed the subject. “Is it that he’s wearing YOUR clothes,” he pried, “or is that he’s a horny sissy?” She sighed in response, and blinked her eyes as she gazed back at him. With a frown she replied, “I don’t care what he does.” she recovered, and went on, ” Yes- it really bothers me that he’s being a pervert in MY clothes.”Jerry’s broad shoulders shrugged. “What if we got him some things of his own?”Barbara didn’t understand at first but stayed silent, a tilt of her head asking Jerry to continue. Really, she was quickly reflecting on his point that “we” would get him something special to lure him away from her wardrobe. A bit startled, she immediately felt comforted that Jerry had an interest in this complicated situation. Jerry smiled. “Let’s buy something super frilly, leave it for him to discover… and you’ll just never wear it yourself.”After a long pause, Barb nodded her head slowly, taking in the idea and finding even more germs of insight beginning to take hold.The day she went online to follow Jerry’s advice, picking out a outlandish frilly nightgown. When it would arrive she would leave it conspicuously hung with her other night wear. Within in few days she could tell if the gown had been discovered and then hope her crossdressing son had adopted it as a favorite.Meanwhile, she began to unfold a quietly laid plan of her own. She had thought of asking for Jerry’s help but instead thought she should handle this herself. In the following days, Barbara checked online, quickly finding an array of home surveillance cameras. Most claimed they were easy to install. By the end of the week she had a brand name nanny cam hidden in the busy decor of her room, set to record when activated by motion. That Friday night she was out with Jerry, having given Jimmy plenty of notice that she would be gone overnight. The next afternoon she quickly scanned the captured footage, nodding as her suspicions were confirmed. Even with the limitations of the brief clips captured by one camera, Barbara could tell her son was clearly indulging in crossdresser fantasies, using her makeup and cologne, then wrapping himself in her most feminine wardrobe. She found herself fascinated, curiosity blooming about this hidden part of her son’s life. She wondered what went on in these sessions after her son was off camera, no doubt engaged in some very sordid fantasy.Within a few days the new nightgown arrived. Barb unwrapped it eagerly, feeling a sense of excitement over the little game she found herself playing. She was spying on her son, and now baiting him sexually. She misted the fluffy chiffon with Midnight Lust and hung it conspicuously on the back of her bathroom door with her usual delicate attire. She like the more straight lined garments herself, her own generous curves giving the garments shape. The new gown was much more adorned with frills and flounce; it was not like any she had and probably a better style choice for a male’s straighter lines. She stepped back with a smile, inwardly eager to see Jimmy in his very own nightie.Besides the new nightgown, Barbara also recieved a pair of more discreet cameras. They were totally wireless and very small. She tested one and found not only did it capture a great image but it was very easily hidden. With one set to monitor the lingerie on the bathroom door and the nearby laundry basket, she was mentally braced to see more of her son’s fetish at play. The other, with care, she hid in Jimmy’s own room, securing it in the folds of the window d****s allowing a broadside view of his bed. This one she knew would really give her the dirt on what Jimmy was doing.To further test the waters, she visited a shop in the city where she purchased the largest rubber dong they had. It was the closest replica to what the Las Vegas star had displayed on stage. Barbara suspected the stage performer’s dong was indeed longer but as she tried unsuccessfully to wrap her fingers around this one’s girth she was sure the new toy was every bit that other’s rival.Barbara hurried home with her purchase, expecting to put it in the drawer and be done with it. Instead, as she took it from the shopping bag, she was tipobet compelled to press the base of the toy against her pubic mound, as if she were equiped with the large phallus. Standing before the mirror in her room, she held the broad base with it’s firm molded testicles against the swell of her pubic bone, directing the huge rubber head out in front of her. She admired herself in the mirror, her large body rich and round with a heavy bosom and a broad saggy ass, and now an equally fat and impressive cock stood out in front of her, projecting her power. Cocking an eyebrow, she raised her chin confidantly and stared herself down in the looking glass, remembering the confidence in the look the stage madam had given her. She ground the heavy base of the toy against herself, loving the feeling as it pressed against her mound. With hooded eyes she thought of grinding herself against the toy as it was buried in her son’s eager manpussy. She thought of him made up and dressed like a tart, squealing with disgusting delight as she gave his hole the punishment it certainly deserved. As she held the toy in her hand, she understood the sturdy harness the woman on stage had worn to support her own mighty phallus. As she ground the toys weight against herself, she knew she’d have to get such a harness herself if she was to master this large weapon.Barb opened her pants and carressed the folds of her labia, now very wet with her growing arousal. She thought of Jimmy as a sissy, kneeling to serve his mother’s cunt as his hand cradled the heavy dong she’d just used to **** him with. She took a few steps back and let herself onto her bed, her legs wide for the mouth of her hungry servant. She pressed the heavy base against her mound, still grinding and pressing down onto the softness between her legs, even as her free hand stimulated her clit and open hungry vagina. Her orgasm came quickly… she was relishing the feeling and kept up her fantasy until her oral slave had pushed her over the edge again.Later, with a wry smile she tucked the large toy into the drawer next to the now obviously modest original. The new toy’s gross weight settled in and prompted the wood to squeak in protest. Stretching the linens back in place to conceal the secrets, Barb wondered just how jaded her little Jimmy had become.The next few weeks gave Barbara much to marvel at. She was sometimes spellbound with what her cameras revealed. The images were often unclear and the motion could be unsteady but there was enough content that she saw more than enough.She saw Jimmy in many attempts to dress as a woman, sometimes including makeup. He wore her loosest garments, prefering a softness and sweep. Barbara realized how the soft flow of the frilly nightgown she’d donated was exactly the sort of thing her son most enjoyed.Jerry did often delve into her dirty clothes. She saw he did wear her bras and panties but it was her soiled undies that was the treasure he craved. She cringed as he mauled through her hamper, putting her panties across his face, often pressing the stained crotches into his mouth so he could chew and suck on them. Early on she saw as these pantie_masks were a favorite prop when he was riding with a dildo in his asshole and nearing orgasm.It was plain that Jimmy had a unique fondess for her bras. He wore them often, usually with panties to match. He would massage his chubby man_tits through the material of the cup, spreading his fingers to support a bosom he craved. He even wore them beneath a nightgown, something a real woman would never do. It was a special time when she watched him enjoying the new extra large sex toy. She was impressed at how dedicated he was training his asshole to accepting the over sized phallus. She could see he was a slave to it and it seemed that he had to have it inside him. It was just a couple of weeks that had passed when her video recording showed him boucing freely on the large dildo as easly as he had the other. His face would go slack with passion as he rocked steadily on the object, his fingers mauling his own nipples. She watched it all enough that she realized her son must have a juicy ass, because he didn’t seem to use much lubricant. Sometimes she watched him struggle at first to get a dildo into his hole, but soon enough it would be slipping in and out as his orfice accepted the penetration eagerly. And she realized that Jimmy was often very busy with his own small tits and nipples. She surmised they were nearly as sensitive as her own.There were also scenes where she and her son were on camera together and she witnessed his posture around her. His eyes were only for her – he was infatuated. He truly could be seen as a moonstruck puppy. Barbara sat back and pondered. This ‘puppy’ was nearly thirty years old. She understood why her deviant son didn’t need to move out – he was all ready living with the woman of his dreams. So much of what she saw made her cringe but she was compelled to watch, to study. Was her son really like that? She saw a grown man simpering like a sissy in his mother’s clothes. She wondered, “how far did his depravity go?” Barbara remember the fawning freaks that adored the woman of power she’d seen on that stage. She wanted to be that woman. She watched her son’s private passions and she began to think the two of them might have something to share.She continued watching the videos, repeating some scenes to better absorb what was revealed. She knew she felt little motherly affection for her son… mostly he’d been an annoyance in her life. On the other hand, seeing him simper and play as a sissy, she didn’t lose respect for him because that had not been there on any level, either. Now Barbara developed a new warmth as she found Jimmy more interesting to her as a pervert than she did as a natural son. Then she had an insight. He could be her pet, loved and cherised like a puppy. With a small gasp, muffled by her own hand covering her mouth, Barbara felt a keystone fall in place in her mind and she realized for her frame of mind this was what she must do. She felt her loins twitch as she began to think how delicious it could be to have her very own son as a devoted sissy, a virtual self made slave to her desires. She suspected that she would have to grow into her own role. Pet ownership was a responsibility .She gave a chuckle through a wry smile of her beautiful lips, thinking to her self that Jimmy would also have some things to learn as her plan moved forward.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir