Incest/Taboo MILF #2: Competing for Son's Cock

Wednesday morning opens like any other day, with a quiet sense of continuity, of monotony. The first light of dawn spills across the sky, casting a soft glow on the earth as the sun rises. Roosters crow (not around here, but somewhere they do), their familiar call marking the start of another day. All around, the world's phones sound with their cheery alarms, pulling people from their dreams into the rhythm of daily life. In this subtle orchestration, the pulse of routine beats steadily, unnoticed, yet essential. This accepted routine of morning commences. Life begins again, as it always does, with quiet determination and the gentle hum of possibility. It's poetic.

Except this Wednesday morning, for me, there's a difference. As I slowly wake, I'm hurting, aware of an ache through my body, the kind that comes after a long, fulfilling day of effort. It's as if I've run a marathon, two marathons, not out of necessity but out of lust and passion. Every muscle is a little sore, each movement a reminder of the day before, but there's a warmth in the fatigue. A warmth from inside my loins emanating through the rest of my body.

The sun filters through the curtains, the familiar sounds of the world waking up around me, no roosters, but the usual sounds of the neighborhood outside. Today, they feel different, more vibrant, as if the universe itself is cheering me on. My body might be tired, but it's a contented kind of tired, the kind that signals accomplishment, enlightenment, and a new me. There's a joy in the weariness, a sense of having lived, and I know that despite the lingering ache, and believe me, there is a hell of an ache, today holds new possibilities. With a deep breath, I rise, ready to take on whatever comes next, knowing that this exhaustion is the start and if I want to do it again, and boy do I want to do it again, I have to get better prepared for it.

Tuesday had been wild. I had fucked the Amazon delivery driver, Nathan, multiple times. He had fucked me multiple times. His cock was wide and huge. He pounded me, he stretched me, he filled me, he worshipped me. I rode him, I sucked him, I milked him, I explored him, I adored him. It was the most rampant sex of my life. And then I looked after my son, Daniel. Because a mother will do anything for her son. He fucked my mouth, and my pussy, with his long cock. Longer than Nathan's. Choking me, Controlling me and using me. He smashed his cock deeper than I ever thought possible, both of us cumming multiple times, him in me, over me. I left his room on all fours, unable to walk after the two cocks of two men half my age had exhausted my body. A body in pieces, but happy, content, amazed.

So Wednesday was going to be tough.

I hadn't had the energy to shower after Daniel, so that was the day's first task. Peering in the bathroom mirror, my hair was matted from semen, I don't know who's. Crusty remains on my breasts. I smile with the memory of Nathan exploding all over my tits. The image of his wide penis enters my head, making my pussy tense and ache all over again. I struggled to take him at first he stretched me so wide. I trace the remains down my stomach and thighs. My neat pubic hair is more matted than the hair on my head, from my own juice and that of the boys.

I sit on the toilet and feel a burn as I pee. The pounding, the width, the length. The boys leaving me, mixed in with everything else.

Tentatively, I got in the shower and washed them all away. Carefully touching my large breasts that were still sensitive to the touch. Feeling the red marks on my peach-like ass (Daniel's words, not mine) where he had slapped me while fucking my pussy. Cleaning the remains from my thighs delicately as my long leg muscles complained when I stretched them.

Then, wrapping myself in a towel, I moved from the shower to the bath, running it hot. I cleaned my teeth while I waited. Even my mouth ached from the ferocity and girth. I'm too old for this, I think to myself. I spit the toothpaste out into the basin.

"Never!" I say to myself, glancing in the mirror again. "You're a MILF!" I smile. I'm still content, still happy.

I slip into the bath and breathe. My knotted muscles slowly relax. I top up the hot water a few times, savoring the time and the effect of the warm blanket of water around me. Through the ripples and oils thst swirl in the water I see my body anew. My large breasts are full and firm, with large nipples and dark areola. I've always known they are large, but never seen them as sexy, fuckable. My flat stomach flows down to shapely hips, that I didn't realise accentuate my peach of an ass. I explore my pussy with my eyes and my fingers. The boys loved it. I'd never been kissed there before, let alone what Daniel and Nathan did down there. It's sexy. I have a lovely pussy. I trace a finger along my thighs. They are tanned and toned. I'd seen them as just legs until yesterday, today they are powerful weapons.

Eventually, I pull myself out of the bath, my muscles still aching but dulled from the water and oils. I search for some underwear that make me feel sexy. I find a delicate floral lace set with sheer panels across the front and back, lace details down both sides and across the top of the bra. They are buried at the bottom of the drawer; they don't get worn very often.

Add that to the list, Maggie. Things to do, things to buy. You are a MILF now.

Standing in my underwear, moisturising,

drying my hair, putting on make up, I feel wonderful. I feel empowered.

I then hunt through to find a casual, yellow floral, summer jam dress with a fitted bodice and flared skirt. Spaghetti straps and, I believe it's called, a sweetheart neckline. A small tie detail at the center gathers the material at the bust, enhancing the considerable breasts I just discovered I possess. The hemline sits well above the knee, enhancing those long legs. I've not had the confidence to wear it before. You know, one of those purchases you make thinking you are younger than you are. It's lightweight, breezy, and there's lots of exposed flesh--a little daring for a five-foot-nine, forty-three-year-old. I add a couple of bracelets and some dangly earrings.

My aim is to walk confidently downstairs, but my body says otherwise. My muscles, inside and out, tell me to take it slowly.

I pause on the landing, listening to see if there is any noise from Daniel's room. There is nothing.

Each step on the stairs reminds my pussy of the cocks that were pounding it yesterday. But each step also reminds my face of the same thing, and by the time I reach the hallway, I am almost laughing through the enjoyment of the memories. Laughing at myself, the older woman taking on these young bucks.

A little later, Daniel skips down the stairs as I finish a coffee and some breakfast. Unlike me, his body seems fresh, with no signs of the previous day's exertions. He's wearing an oversized sports shirt and baggy shorts. It hides the great body underneath, but what do I know? Fashion is fashion.

"Morning, darling."

"Morning, Mom. You look nice."

I'm sitting on the stool at the kitchen island; my dress does little to cover my thighs and gives more than a hint of my buttocks.

"Thanks, I'm popping to the mall; I thought I'd make an effort"

"Yeah, real nice." He scans me up and down before walking over to the fridge.

"Can I get anything for you while I'm out?"

"All good, thanks." He pulls the milk carton from the fridge door and gulps directly from it. He knows I hate it when he does that, but I don't care right now.

He replaces it and searches the fridge for some food. His hand appears with a carton of mixed melon, which he proceeds to pop into his mouth; again directly from the carton. Another pet hate, but not today.

"Okay, I'll be out for most of the day. There's plenty of food in the fridge if you get hungry."

I slip myself off the stool. I'm sure I see a slight smile as he notices the grimace and my delicate movements.

I rinse out my breakfast things and place them in the dishwasher. Bending over to do so gives Daniel a great view up my dress. He doesn't rise to it. Well, I hope part of him rises to it, but I stroll away without another glance at him.
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Based on what I consider mandatory new attributes for the new me, to keep up with these young stallions and not forget about Phil, my husband, the plan at the mall is four-fold. I need to get fitter. Some small weights I can use around the house to exercise, I can't genuinely feel like this the day after, every time I see the boys. Sexier underwear and clothing generally. Today's search proved that I need a new wardrobe to start thinking I'm sexy again. Yes, it won't stay on for long, but let's excite them. Phil can also benefit here too. I've decided I won't hide the new me from him; just some of the reasons for it. Next, some toys. Some sex toys. I have a small vibrator, but I want to try things I've never tried before; things I've never had the courage or the man to try them with. Last on my list, and not entirely related to the sex, I will have a nice lunch and enjoy the day. The renovation of the house can wait a day.

First off is sex toys and maybe some lingerie. Unsurprisingly, the mall doesn't have an adult store, so this is a stop on the way. Before heading out, I did a quick internet search, and the one I found sounded ideal. 'If you're in the market for a new erotic gadget, adult sex toy, lingerie, lubricant, costumes, or more, we've got more than enough playful products to get you excited, hot, kinky, and intimate in the bedroom.'

What's not to like?

As I drive up the road toward the store, the reality of actually going to an adult store starts dawning on me. Me. Walking into an adult store. Walking across a parking lot in broad daylight into an adult store. There's no way that's going to happen. Anyone could see me. Neighbors, old clients, and potential future clients. Even people I don't know. Judging me. Anyone could see. Picking things off shelves in an adult store. Putting things in my basket in an adult store. Do they have shelves? Do they have baskets? What will I even buy? I may have found a new me, but the old me knows nothing about sex, nothing about toys, nothing about hot and kinky. The vibrator I do own was a Secret Santa present at work, which I later found out was a girlfriend who thought I needed it. Incidentally, she wasn't wrong.

I drive past.

I double back and drive past again.

Okay. It has no windows. It has a shared parking lot with some fireplace store, which is open, and appears empty. I could go in there first and then run across to the adult store. You pathetic woman, look at yourself. You are a sexy, powerful, independent, successful woman. Be proud, be confident.

I pull into the parking lot, jump out, and head into the fireplace store.

Pathetic.

I wander around. It's not a wholly wasted diversion; I do get a few ideas for the house. I even took a brochure for a range of fires that would suit the house. All the while, I am building myself up, nerves building, but confidence too. It's twenty paces. That's all.

I go for it, the fireplace brochure clasped to my chest as a shield. I stride across the car park as quickly as my sore body will take me, head down. I am invisible. I am invisible. I swing the door open, and I'm inside. It flaps closed behind me. I stand, letting my eyes adjust from the bright sun outside.

I sense a lady approaching me from my right. Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me.

"Hi there, Sweetie. Welcome to Romancing the Stone. My name is Maria. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know. We've got more than enough playful products to get you excited, hot, kinky, and intimate in the bedroom."

They have a script? She gives me a full, beaming smile. She is full-on customer service. I could be in Gap, except for the hot and kinky bit, obviously.

"Thanks. I'm just er browsing."

"Okay, Sweetie. So you know, over there are vibrators, butt plugs, and other toys. The middle section is more BDSM, soft to hard, handcuffs, leathers, latex, whips, torture, strap-ons, that kind of thing. Next, there's lingerie and sissification, and next to that, over there, are costumes. At the front are books, edibles, DVDs, and, you know, fun bachelorette items. Finally, the door in the middle, at the back, takes you through to our hundred-seat theatre, which is currently playing 'College sluts who swallow.' Do you want a simple first-time toy? Something for internal, external, or simultaneous stimulation? A toy to use together as a couple? Dress up? Something stronger?"

I'm definitely not in Gap.

"Thanks. I'm just er browsing."

"Okay, Sweetie. Have a look round; I'm here if you need me."

My mind has gone blank. The only thing that enters my mind is, 'Do people still buy DVDs?'

I have to move. I can't keep standing here.

"Thank you." I mutrer and stumble left. Vibrators and butt plugs. Wow, there are hundreds. Surely a butt plug is a butt plug. Apparently not. My eyes glaze over. There's too much to take in. What am I doing? Who are you? I have to close my eyes and hold on to some racking.

Okay, Maggie, you are here now. The hard part is done. You made it through the door. Big, deep breaths. I take the brochure away from my body. Come on. This will only work if I get a grip.

Right, let's make a lap of the place, get your bearings, get some ideas, and then come back and do another lap and look in more detail for anything you want to buy. Good plan.

I slowly walk through the store. I start embarrassed, nervous, hesitant. Slowly I relax. Then I get aroused. I've no idea what some of the things do, especially the bondage stuff, but they excite me. I have to stop when I get to the leather and latex outfits. The smell is fantastic, the feel of them is sensual, and their style is beautiful. Reds, blacks, pinks. Full outfits, panties, dresses, skirts...other things that confuse me.

I move on to the lingerie, where my plan goes out the window. I browse like I am in the best clothes store in the land, in the world. Stunning ensembles that take my breath away. There are so many colors and styles. Sets, one-pieces, corsets, stockings, garters, thongs, frills, lace, crotchless even.

The same assistant comes over to me after I've been in that section alone for twenty minutes.

"They are beautiful, aren't they," she says. Her 'sweetie', retail chain fakeness gone.

My inhibitions are also gone.

"They are amazing. So amazing. I want to buy everything."

She hands me a bottle of water.

"You've been here a while; you must be thirsty."

"Absolutely. Great. Thanks."

She watches as I take a few greedy gulps from the bottle.

"Thanks, I needed that."

"No problem. You'll look great in that." She nods to an outfit I have over my arm.

"It's wipe clean too." She smiles.

I have over my arm a corset lingerie set. The main piece is a bright pink corset with black lace detailing, contrasting to the vibrant pink. The corset has a strapless sweetheart neckline, like the dress I have on, that enhances my bust. I hope this outfit will do the same. There's a central zipper, which I can imagine Nathan slowly sliding down, revealing my soft skin to him. It's paired with matching garter straps that connect to black thigh-high stockings. The set is completed by a sensational matching pink thong, which will only just cover my pussy mound.

I look at the assistant. It's the first time I have really looked at her. She has lovely brown eyes and a slender face. Latino, I think. She is wearing a horrible pink polo shirt with black unshapely trousers. Despite that, there are glimpses of a lovely figure.

"Thanks, I think so too." I reply.

"If you don't mind, let me pick out another couple of items that I think would suit you. Sometimes someone else can see something you can't." She smiles and fixes me with her eyes as she says it.

"That would be lovely, thank you. You might need to help me with some other things in the store too."

"I saw you pause at the leather and latex; they are my favorites. I have a few of those myself."

"Really? I don't think I could ever."

"You'd be surprised. Once you have it on, you feel invincible. All powerful."

She leaves me with that thought and flicks through a rail, pulling out the first outfit. It is a leopard skin corset set with silk ties at the back, a similar garter, and stockings. The tiniest thong I think I have ever seen. I'll have to have a little trim to fit nicely into that.

"It's also wipe clean and you can mix and match stockings and garters with the outfit you have."

"I would never go leopardskin. Too bold."

She laughs. "You have a hot pink corset in your hand, I think we are beyond 'bold', don't you?"

I laugh too. "Absolutely. Absolutely."

Next, she selects a sensual red teddy with a dramatic cut-out design. The top portion features a triangle-style bra with sheer red fabric and polka-dot details. The deep V-neckline is going to leave nothing to the imagination. My breasts and nipples will be bursting through. The midsection is a sheer mesh fabric that connects the top to the bottom.

"These cut-outs on the sides will emphasize your hourglass shape and womanly curves, " she says, holding it up.

It's super sexy, captivating, and sophisticated, with it's vibrant red color. She knows what she's doing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name when I came in. I was a bit, y'know, flustered."

"That's okay. I understand. Perfectly alright. Maria. My name is Maria." she says, still rifling through the rails of outfits.

The last item she chooses is ultimate seduction. The others were pure sex. This piece is delicately crafted, featuring sheer black fabric that completely covers the midriff, extending up to the undersides of the breasts. The cups are fashioned from black lace, accented with a soft white lace frill along the top edge. White sensual ribbon ties will wrap around my neck, adorned with petite, matching white bows where they meet the cups. High-waisted panels of the same black lace at the sides rise out of a cloud-like frill that flows across the waist. Below this, a garter and fishnet stockings frame a small black pair of panties on the full length hanger.

"Wow, that's stunning. Beautiful. I'll take them all. I'm sold."

"Would you like me to walk you through any leather or latex outfits? I can explain the pros and cons."

"Um. Sure. But first, the other items I was thinking about?"

She takes the outfit from my arm and lays all four across a rail.

"Lead the way," she says.

I selected two pairs of handcuffs, but she showed me some bed restraints instead, explaining that they are versatile and more effective. We picked out some more things between us, and she taught me how to use them. It really was was an education.

We reach the leather section, and I breathe in the buttery smell again. Maria watches me.

"Leather and Latex are the ultimate in being taken seriously. If you want respect, then wear Leather or Latex. But you have to be careful; the ultimate submission wear is also Leather and Latex, so you must know what you want and how you want to be seen. Also, there's no halfway house. You have to commit, embody the item. A nervous person in Leather or Latex is the biggest turn-off."

I'm glued to her, watching, listening. She continues.

"Latex is more durable, and personally, I think looks the hottest. But it takes a lot of maintenance, before and after you wear it. And you better like sweat. In this weather we are having, you'll be dripping wet in no time. But some people like that. I love it. It slides on you, tactile, sensual." She draws out the last words. 'Tactile, sensual'.

"Smell this." She pulls a short pink latex dress off the rack and offers it to me. It is off the shoulder and has a plunging neckline, with a zip down the front.

I take a deep breath of the item and start coughing.

"Now, this one," she instructs

It's black this time, and in a similar style. I take another deep breath. "Mmm. Vanilla."

"Exactly." She holds them up side by side. "Also, see the paneling on this one; it's fitted, and the stitches are done by hand. It will hug you like a glove. This other one, the panels are blocky and machine-stitched. It will bunch around your boobs. One is seventy-five dollars; the other is three hundred and fifty dollars."

I give a little whistle.

"You get what you pay for with Latex. On my wages, I'm not quite at this level." She waves the pink dress. "But I'm not at this level yet." Waving the black.

"Now leather," she continues, "is softer, more flexible, and it breathes more. A good piece, looked after well, will last you a lifetime, as long as your figure lasts a lifetime, too."

I smile. She's lovely, funny. I like her.

"You have to break leather in though. Take this." She hands me a black leather, full-length catsuit.

"Feel how stiff that is. Can you imagine that round your ass and your pussy."

I'm in an adult store, surrounded by butt plugs, vibrators, and whips, but somehow the word 'pussy' coming from Maria shocks me. She sees it in my face.

She pulls out another one. It's like a gymnast's leotard with a high neck, except it's leather and, oh, the breast panels are missing. The front is tied with laces from the neck all the way down to the crotch. My mouth salivates, imagining it against my skin. She offers it to me.

"You would look spectacular in that, but imagine the chafing between your thighs when you sit down. Under your tits. It took me six months to loosen that one up?"

She's having fun with me now.

I swallow. "You. You own that one?"

She nods. "Now, if you want to dip your toe into leather without the price tag and without the timeframe, but you want the domination and the respect, then I suggest this."

She pulls out a leather halter top, which also has laces at the front, which would pull the leather across under the breasts.

"This part is leather, but the bra part is mesh. You'll look badass, but without the initial discomfort, and it's cooler. And if you pair it with this..."

She produces a leather g-string with silver o-rings at the side and a matching silver chain across the front.

"... you'll have them eating out of your hand and your pussy."

She really is having fun with me.

My mouth has suddenly gone dry now. I try and lick my lips to get some saliva going. I take a sip of water.

"If you cap it off with leather or shiny PVC knee-length boots. Wow!"

"The boots will have to wait until next time, I think, but I'll take the set."

"Okay, a pair of killer black heels will do the trick too."

"Um. What if there are two men, sorry, are two sides to me. I can be dominant and. Um. You mentioned the. Um. Submissive side of. Um. What if I wanted a little..."

She doesn't wait for me to finish.

"Well, there's obviously dog collars. You will have seen them over there, but I don't see you as ever being a slave, more of a plaything."

"When you want to be." She adds.

She wanders over to a large metal rack with multiple items hanging on it.

"This is a Leather strap lingerie set. It has no panties or bra. It includes a leather garter belt, thigh straps, chest straps, rings, and buckles. Nothing is covered; it frames your ass, pussy, and boobs for whoever you are presenting yourself to. It doesn't have a lead, so you are not owned."

She hands it to me.

I gaze at it with desire and confusion.

"How on earth do you put it on?"

She glances around. There are no other customers in the store. I can't remember anyone coming in since I've been there.

"Um. This might sound weird. But you will probably be my best customer this week, this month. I can lock up the store if you want to try it on. I can show you how to fit it."

"Can you do that? Do you own the store or something?" I give a little fake laugh.

"Yes, it's mine. I wasn't fibbing about the low wages, though; times are tight."

"Umm."

That's all I can say, focusing on my hands. My mind sees me standing before Daniel in leather. What did Maria call me? A plaything.

"Sorry, silly idea, you came in here for a browse and I've descended on you. We can just ring up the lingerie and the other items. I got carried away."

She puts her hand on the leather straps. I hold on to them.

"No, No, Maria. You've been wonderful. So helpful, and these appear to be perfect, I think they do, anyway. I don't know how they will actually look, but let's try them on. You only live once, right."

The new me. The new ME.

"Just as long as you are sure? Not just to please me?"

"No, well yes too; let's please both of us."

We both smile. "I'm Maggie, by the way, Maria. Lovely to meet you."

"And you, Maggie. Lovely to meet you."

"The changing rooms are over there. You pop in there and see how you get on; I'll lock up and come and see if you need any help. How does that sound?"

"Perfect, Maria."

"Changing rooms over there." She repeats, points, and smiles.

I step into the first changing booth, pull the curtain behind me, and hang the leather contraption on a hook, putting the water bottle on a stool. I slip the spaghetti straps off of my shoulders and step out of the dress, putting it on another hook and kicking off my sandals in the process. There is a full-length mirror on one side of the cabin and also on the back. I get a front and side view of myself in my underwear. Here goes.

I unclip my bra.

"How are you getting on?"

I yelp in surprise. Maria is the other side of the curtain, and her timing is perfectly shocking.

"Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you."

"No problem, it was just, as you say, a surprise. All good. Just about to get to grips with the thing now."

"Okay, here if you need me."

I slip my panties down and put them on the small stool with my bra.

I admire myself in the mirror. That renewed confidence in my body.

I take what I think are the bottom half of the leather straps and turn them over in my hand, trying to figure out what part goes where. After turning it over again and around, I stick a leg in. I pull them up, but there's no obvious place for my other leg. I drop them back down. Examine them again. I give up. I decide to try the top. This seems even more confusing. There are too many gaps and not enough straps.

I poke my head through the edge of the curtain. Maria is putting a few hangers in a large bin.

"It's no use, I have no idea. I'll need a degree in mechanical engineering."

Maria smiles and walks over.

"I can try and talk you through it, or I can help you into it." Our eyes meet, time pauses. I feel a warmth within.

"I think you had better help me into it, but one condition."

"Mmm. Which is?" She's clever, only agree once you know what it is.

"You take those horrible clothes off and show me what you have on underneath. I'll feel pretty exposed standing naked in front of someone who looks like they work at Walmart."

She laughs. Her eyes light up.

"Okay, but one condition of my own."

"Mmm. Which is?" We give each other a knowing smile.

"You pop your head back inside there while I undress. The whole look is better than a gradual build."

"Deal. Draw the curtain back when you are ready."

I pull my head back inside and wait. Butterfiles are back. This is crazy. I can feel my body warming even though I stand there naked. Inside my pussy I feel it. I take the leather straps in my hand and face the curtain, parting my legs, standing firm.

Seconds feel like minutes.

I hear the scrape of curtain rings on the pole before I see the curtain move. I tense as it draws across me.

Maria stands before me in a one-piece bodystocking. Its front is sheer lace. Flowers flow up the front from her groin to her shoulders, faintly masking her pussy and her breasts. Her hand is placed at the top of her thigh, hiding her modesty. The legs are fine fishnet, gleaming, encompassing her feet within. But more than the stocking, her body is beautiful. Her Latino heritage gives her an elegance and youthful charm. A toned, graceful silhouette. Her hair was tied behind her head; it is now flowing down, framing her face beautifully. Her features now well-defined, high cheekbones, a gently curved nose, and full lips that add to her charm. My breath is taken away. My conclusion. Never trust a uniform.

"Spectacular," I say.

In turn, she scans me from head to toe, and I see her eyes dilate. She scans me up and down. I don't think she realises it,

she licks her lips.

"Spectacular," she responds. "Forget picking outfits that suit you; you would look spectacular in everything in the store."

I reach behind me for the water bottle, taking a sip. I hand the bottle to her. She takes a long gulp. I watch her neck as she swallows it down. My pussy acknowledges it too.

I know what I'm doing, but I don't know what I'm doing.

She knows what I'm doing too, as she finishes gulping down the water and hands it back.

"So how does this work?" Back to the business at hand. I offer her the leather straps.

She removes her hand from her thigh and steps toward me. The body stocking is crotchless. My mouth drops open, and my eyes stare. Her pussy is shaved except for a thin strip. I see the pink folds of her outer lips as she moves.

She follows my gaze.

"Exciting, huh? All covered up, the customers know nothing. On a practical note, it makes going to the bathroom easier." She laughs again and takes the straps from my hand.

"Shall we start with the top?" she enquires.

"Okay," I say nervously, still thinking of her crotch. Breathlessly.

She drops one set of straps to the floor and twists the other around. Metal clicks against metal. She loosens a couple of buckles.

"These two are for your arms; this is for your head, but you need to make sure these five are at the front, and these two are at the back."

I study the straps in her delicate hands.

"Got it."

"Put your arms above your head, and then drop them down in front of you."

I do as I am told. My breasts rise as I pull my arms up. My body stretches. Then, relaxes as I bring them down in front.

She steps back and slips my arms through the gaps she described, stepping forward to push the leather straps up my arms. She is closer now. Her arms in front of her, pulling her breasts tighter too. I can see more through the flowers that wrap around her. Firm mounds. Not big, not small. Tight, dark areola. Mmm, erect nipples. Good, she's enjoying this too.

She is smaller than me. Her face is level with my neck. I can feel her shallow breathing upon me.

"Bend your head down."

I do as I am told. She slips my head through the gap described, moving closer. I look down at her chest. From above, it's elegant, pert. I can smell her sweet, floral perfume. My nostrils flare as I breathe it in.

"Okay, head up again."

I do as I am told. Our eyes meet again. She looks away, concentrating. She starts to pull the straps down over my chest. Her fingers brushing skin. Around the sides of my breasts. Through the middle. Her face almost touching me. Her lips parted, breathing across me. She must have noticed my rock-hard nipples. She does nothing in response.

A single leather strap parts my breasts; she positions another pair under my cups, the straps curling across my ribs, pushing my breasts up; the final two straps go over the top of my breasts, pushing them down. Restricting the space for my breasts to fit and pushing them forward. Large, pert, and firm. Across my back are two further straps holding it all in position.

Maria runs her fingers along the bottom straps until she reaches the buckles at either end. I shiver as her fingers touch the underside of my breasts, my nipples point toward her face, demanding attention. I gasp as she tightens the buckles, making my back arch and my tits pop further forward, the leather cutting into my back.

"Not too tight?" She breathes.

"Perfect." I breathe back.

She lets her hands run down the sides of my body, down to my hips. She sweeps them around to the front, almost, but not quite, letting them touch the top of my pussy mound.

"Now for the lower straps." She says.

Sliding her hands down the front of my thighs, she drops her body down to pick up the other set of straps. My body shivers. My pussy aches. I feel the boys again.

She kneels before me, her head level with my womanhood. My legs slightly parted. I stand helpless. Exposed. She is examining the straps, again figuring out what goes where.

"These four silver rings are the key. Two here, and two here." She places it on the floor and peers up at me. I look down at her. She is level with my pussy. She must smell the scent of my pussy. She must.

"Step in here, and here."

I do as I am told. Maria pulls all the leather straps up my calves and thighs. Two rings on the outside, two on the inside, a single strap goes round my waist, two more wrap around my thighs like garters, one up each ass cheek connects these to the waist, framing my ass, and one up the front of each of my thighs, frames my pussy.

She stands up and steps back.

"Spectacular." She says. "Turn around. Look at yourself."

I do as I am told. She watches me turn.

"How do you feel?"

"On display," I reply.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yes, a very good thing. But I'm a plaything on display. I need someone to tell me what to do."

"Interesting."

I watch in the reflection of the mirror as she walks toward me. I feel the front of her body press against my back. The sheer material sliding against my back. Her breasts against my back. Her nipples pressing on my back. She places her hands lightly on my waist.

"I like the way the leather straps pull your breasts tight in front of you. Constrained but free. Do you?"

"Yes."

"You should touch them."

I do as I am told. I slide my hands up my stomach and take each breast in my hands, watching myself do it in the mirror in front, seeing my hands rise in the mirror to my side. I feel the firmness as they are held by the leather; I massage them and squeeze them. Maria watches, pressed against me. I circle my nipples. They strain the skin so hard, so sensitive. Her hands rest on my waist. I pinch my nipples. They hurt, I let out a tiny yelp, a groan, a moan, all mixed into one.

"I'm sore today," I explain.

If she hears me, she ignores me. Watching my hands.

Her hands move down my ass. Tracing the straps on either cheek. I tense under her touch, breathe out heavily, push back slightly so I feel her pussy against my ass and the tops of my thighs. She holds herself back so her hands can come between us. All the while, I am cupping my tits, caressing them.

She slides her hands under the straps and fiercely pulls my ass apart and back into her. The jolt causes me to moan, my lips open; I feel moisture escape from both my mouth and my pussy.

She reaches round and takes my hand from my breast, and brings my fingers to her lips. She slips two fingers inside and sucks them like they were a penis. Long strokes in and out, swirling her tongue, letting her saliva coat them. I watch her reflection. She removes my fingers and replaces them on my breast. She does the same with the other hand. Both my breasts now wet with her saliva.

She moves her hands around my front, I think she will touch my pussy, but she slides them across the straps on my thighs. Her body pressed tighter as her arms wrapped around me.

"I love the way the straps show off your pussy. Do you?"

"Yes."

"You should touch it then."

She again takes a hand off my breast and repeats the treatment of my fingers in her mouth before she lowers my hand to my pussy so I can touch myself. She holds the back of my hand, keeping it in place.

I start by placing the same two fingers on my clit. My eyes close with the exhilaration.

"Oh, don't close those beautiful eyes, Maggie. I want you to see what you are doing."

I do as I am told. I pull my clit with the two fingers, pinching it, pushing it. Then I slide the two fingers into my pussy and let out a deep sigh. I've never watched myself masturbate before. I notice my chest rises and falls. My legs part, bowing outwards. My hips rise. My mouth opens, my tongue is exposed. My nostrils flare.

As my fingers slipped inside my pussy, her fingers entwined with mine and replaced them on my clit. Softly massaging it as my fingers push in and out of my pussy lips. My breasts starting to heave against the leather straps.

For the first time, her lips touch me. I feel the electricity on my shoulder as they kiss and nibble. It flows down my spine, through my stomach and jolts my pussy forward against her hand, onto mine. I keep sliding my fingers in and out of me while her fingers press on my clit.

I feel the pressure building inside me. I move my hand from my breast and reach behind me, placing it on Maria's tight ass and pulling her towards me. I want all of her body to touch me. I want to feel her pressed against me. She moves her hand to my breast to replace mine, in turn pulling me futher back onto her.

I'm gyrating on her hand; on my hand, I'm pushing back into her like she is fucking me from behind. My hand slips between her ass cheeks, gripping her, flattening her pussy onto me; her mouth tightens on my shoulder, biting me. My breathing is erratic. She speeds up on my clit, on my breast. She pushes her pussy against my ass. I slide my fingers in and out, three fingers now. Still watching myself. Watching my face contort, my body react, her body push against me. Our bodies move as one, the soft material of her suit pressed against me, our fingers move as one, bringing me to the edge. Her fingers press my clit, they caress my breasts and nipple. Her mouth sucks and bites.

"Oh, god. Oh, god. I'm going to cum. Don't stop, don't stop. Now. Now. Now. Don't stop."

Our fingers are playing keys together, my hips bucking, her mouth biting me, her fingers pinching my nipples. My fingers now hitting inside me, faster and faster. He fingers pressing and squeezing my clit, faster and faster.

"Oh, god. Oh, god. Aaaaaagh. Aaaaaaaagh. Aaaaaaaaagh." My head buries itself in my chest; it rises backward as the orgasm hits me. It's warm, it's deep, it's sensual, not violent this time. It flows through me rather than erupting. Her hand keeps pressing. My hips jerk against her, my breasts bounce. I see everything. I watch everything.

I'm still jolting and jerking as she slips from behind me and under my arms. Reappearing in front of me, between me and the mirror. Our bodies push together again, this time breasts against breasts. Our lips touch. We kiss. It's strange at first. Soft lips, delicate. Not a man's rough face and harshness. My breathing starts to recover. I'm hesitant again. Not sure what to do. But it's nice. I begin to enjoy it more. I stroke her face. Her arms. Her breasts, as we kiss. My inhibitions slipping away. I gently, cautiously move my hand down to her crotchless gap. I want to please her. I want to make her feel like I do. She gasps in my mouth as I circle her pussy lips with my fingers. Her eyes widen.

She breaks the kiss.

"Have you ever tasted a woman before? Except yourself?"

"Never."

"Would you like to?"

"I think so, yes."

I slide down her front as her hands press my shoulders. She rests her ass against the mirror behind her and parts her legs for me. Her palms pressed against it, leaving fingerprints on the glass. I can see my body in the mirror between her legs. I do look spectacular. Leather straps pinging my breasts. My legs wide apart, leather straps and metal rings framing my pussy. Spectacular.

She places a hand at the top of her mound and raises her pussy to me, exposing the nub of her clit. What would I like to be done to me? I lick her pussy lips from bottom to top. Then I do it again, slowly. Again, slower. Again. In my head, she smells like an angel. It's sweet, though slightly salty, like semen. The juice is thicker than I expected. I suck more of it from her clit. Her ass bounces against the glass.​