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What would I like? I slowly move my tongue down, parting the layers of her lips one by one, before slotting my tongue inside her. I poke and jab inside her. She grabs the back of my head with her other hand as she holds her pussy to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see myself in profile in the other mirror. Squatting between her legs, my breasts standing proud, her hand behind my head, my tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I see her body in profile.

What would I like? I slide my hands up to her breasts, almost able to cover them with my palms, massage them, caress them like she did me. I move my tongue faster, I feel more juice spilling onto it, her pussy giving in to the sucks and flicks, the jabs and darts. I feel her body start to pulse.

What would I like? I move my mouth back to her clit. This time sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh, yeah. Right there." She says. Her voice vibrating through her body. My mouth sucking deeper.

"Oh, yeah. There. There. Riiiiight. There." She squeals the last word. It makes my pussy leak again just hearing it. I bring a hand down and slide a finger inside her, curling it as I drag it out of her, holding it firm as I slide it back. My tongue and finger match in rhythm, her hips match in rhythm, her moans match in rhythm. Her hand grabs my hair. I feel the clit throb in my mouth. Her body becomes frantic. Her hand pushes against the glass, then grabs my head. It smacks against the glass again. Not knowing where to be. Her legs rise onto tiptoe. Her chest rises with them. Her head flies backward, sideways. She screams. "Yes, Yes, Yes, There. There. There."

I feel her whole body tense as she cums. I move my mouth to her pussy, wanting to taste her. She flows into my mouth. I greedily suck it down. She grabs my shoulders, falling forward before hitting back against the mirror. I slow my mouth. She regains her breath. Apart from my tongue slowly licking her, our breathing heaving through our chests, and a few post-orgasmic shudders, we don't move.

She puts her hands under my arms, not pulling me up but signaling where she wants me. I slide up her body, the material even more sensitive on my skin. We kiss again. Warmly. She tastes herself. She licks herself from my chin. We kiss again. Our heads eventually fall to each other's shoulders. We embrace. I see myself in the mirror. MILF. I smile. Even to women, I'm a MILF.

"How old are you?" I ask, my head resting on her shoulder.

"What kind of a question is that for a woman to be asked?"

"Sorry, I..."

"It's fine. Thirty-two," she interrupts me.

"...I was impressed you own the shop, so young. You look younger than thirty-two, by the way." I continue. "Are you a lesbian?"

"What kind of a question is that for a woman to be asked?"

This time, I lift my head from her shoulder and search out her eyes.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. I..."

"It's fine." She says with a smile. She gently strokes my head back onto her shoulder. "Sometimes I want a girl; sometimes I want a man. No labels."

"No labels," I say. "I like that. Have you been with many girls? You are my first."

"A few. I know I am. Did you like it?"

"Yeeeeeessss." I squeeze her tight.

I break the embrace and take in the sight before me again of Maria in her body stocking. It is even more sublime, post orgasm. She glows, she shines, she, she, she. She smoulders.

"Thank you," I say, looking into her eyes. "I don't know why, but I feel the need to thank you."

"Thank you," she replies smiling, stressing the 'you'. And just so you know, this is not a regular thing in the store. This has never, ever happened before. I think I'm as shocked as you are that it has. But I'm glad it did."

"Me too." We kiss again. Soft lips, no tongue this time.

"Now I suspect getting these off is as difficult as getting them on." I offer my strapped body up.

"Much easier, but let me help."

"Oh, and I need one of those body stockings too."

"On the house," she says.

After settling up, I head to the car. As I near the trunk, I see her running out of the store to me.

"You forgot this." She waves the fireplace brochure.

"Ah, my camouflage." I smile.

She gives me a knowing smile in return.

"You really need to design yourself a better uniform..." I say. "...It really is terrible."

"Yeah, it was cheap; I was keeping the pervs at bay, covering up, y'know."

Our hands touch each other as I took the brochure from her.

"Hope to see you again. No pressure though." Her head dropping.

"Definitely. Absolutely. Definitely. But you know, husband, son and all that. I don't know when."

"and all that," she repeats.

"and all that," I say seeing the overflowing, blank, paper bags in my arms.

Our eyes meet again, and we give each other a final smile, and she is gone.
***​

As I walk into the mall, Victoria's Secret is straight before me. Perfect. First-stop lingerie and maybe some nightwear.

"Hi, welcome to Victoria's Secret. My name is Veronica. If you need any help at all, please let me know. We currently have 15% off selected Nightwear."

She looks at me strangely as I walk past her, laughing. I'm tempted to ask her where the buttplugs are.

I get some super sexy items, some demure ones, and a few everyday sexy ones. If that's even a thing. I also picked out a new teddy to go to bed in; for Phil.

I head to the food court. After the morning I've had, I'm starving. I'll grab something to eat and then go searching for my remaining items.

As I walk past the seating area, I hear what I think sounds like Daniel's voice.

"Mom, Mom."

I stop and turn my head to the side. I'm next to him. He's sitting at a table, right there, looking straight at me. What the F?

"Daniel?" I say.

"Maggie?" Lisa says.

"Lisa?" I say. My head whipped across the table.

"Oh, do you two know each other?" Daniel now has a wicked smile on his face.

Lisa is sitting opposite Daniel. Both have the remains of a lunch in front of them. She is as beautiful as the day at the beach. Her blonde hair flows effortlessly over her shoulders. There is that confidence in her face, in the way she sits, and even in the way she holds a fork in her hand. Her cheeks are red as if she has been laughing. The merest hint of color on her sumptuous lips. There is still the carefree charm, the strength and femininity.

Bitch.

She's wearing, it's not a boob tube, but it is off the shoulders and stops at her stomach, showing off a piercing. The top has bell ring arms, showing off her athletic upper body. There's a fluttery, overlaying piece of material across the front, hiding the fact that her breasts are pretty small. Take the wins, Maggie, take the wins. I can't quite see, but I think it's ripped denim jeans under the table.

Fortunately, Lisa speaks, because I cannot. She addresses Daniel.

"We met at the beach last week, I was with Nathan, and Nathan knows Maggie. Wait, Maggie is your Mom? OMG!"

"Wait, Nathan, our delivery guy? That's the Nathan you talked about? That's bussin'. This really is a small town; how about that, Mom? Small town."

I've had a few seconds to regain my composure.

"Sure is a small town, Daniel. Lovely to see you again, Lisa. How come you two are here together? I mean, how do you know each other?"

"Marvel to both questions." Lisa jumps in. "We met buying popcorn the other night before the movie, then we DM'd, and we're seeing it again this afternoon."

"Seeing it again so soon? I thought it was just a load of guys fighting one another. Once you've seen it, you've seen it."

They both laugh. "There's layers, Mom. Loads of layers."

"Okay, not my kind of thing, clearly. Is it just the two of you? Your other friends, Lisa, was it Jack and um. R."

"Rosie. No, they're working, Nathan too. Danny face-timed me this morning, saying we should hang out as we were both free."

'Danny' eh. And he face-timed her this morning. What is 'Danny' doing?

"Great. Super. Well, I'm going to get some food and then finish my shopping. It was lovely to see you again, Lisa. Will you be..."

"What's in the bag, Mom?" Daniel cuts me off. He has spotted my Victoria's Secret bag.

"Daniel," I say firmly, pausing. "A man never asks that question of a woman. A girl's shopping is her business. Isn't that right, Lisa?" I force a smile at her.

"True that!" She says, doing something with her fingers like a rapper. Odd generation.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender. The girls have ganged up on him.

"I was going to ask if you will be home for dinner, darling. And, if your new friend will be joining us?" I use 'darling' and 'new friend,' knowing it will embarrass him.

"Ah, that would be epic, but I've got stuff tonight. Maybe another time." Lisa responds for him.

"I'll be home. Just me and you tonight, then, Mom." He punches my arm gently.

"Enjoy the film. Lovely to see you again, Lisa." I register that that is the third time I've told her it was lovely to see her. Pathetic. Can I not think of anything better?

"Regards to Nathan if you see him," I say. Mmm. I don't know if that was better. "Bye, darling. Lovely to see you too." I touch his arm as I walk away.

I need a drink.

I bypass the regular fast food joints and enter a Tapas restaurant instead so I can get a glass of wine. One glass will be fine; I can drive after one.

I slowly relax over some gambas, croquettes, and chorizo. Some fantastic fresh bread and Aoli. Oh, and a large glass of Spanish white. Maybe I imagine it, but I'm sure the waiter pays me more attention than other customers. Maybe it's the dress. Perhaps I'm still glowing. There could be an aura. Possibly the aroma of Maria and me. I settle on a little bit of everything.

The rest of the afternoon is spent collecting the remainder of the things on my list. In the end I've spent a fortune. I can hide some in the house renovation budget, but I might have to come clean on the rest of it to Phil. Oh, well. That's for another day. I've managed to forget Daniel and Lisa and focus on Me. Me.
***​

I arrive home and prepare dinner for Daniel. I have competition. I had better step it up.

I hear the front door close and Daniel launching himself up the stairs. He opens the door to his room, and there I am.

I am naked. Lying on his bed. One arm is free, but my other arm and both legs are bound with the restraints recommended by Maria. Spread for him. Waiting for him. A strap is around my free arm, but not tied; I couldn't do it myself. I have a satin ribbon ball gag around my neck. He has stopped still but quickly recovers himself as I motion to the strap on my free hand. I don't speak. It's not how this works.

He walks over to my arm and completes the job, pulling it tight. He stands and examines me, pacing around the bed. I am silent. My breasts rise and fall with anticipation. My ass underneath me, and pussy exposed to him, moving, despite themselves, also anticipating, waiting.

He slowly removes his oversized clothes. Deciding where to go first. His cock is firm but not hard. Already magnificent and daunting in length.

He surprises me by stepping up onto the bed and lowering himself down over my face. He feeds his semi-erect cock into my mouth. It hangs. I try and lick it as it slides past my tongue. I gag as it slips all the way in. He rises on his haunches, allows me to take a big breath in, and then repeats. I lick more this time, knowing what I can do. He repeats. It's slow. Measured. He is staring into my eyes as he does it. I feel him getting harder. It's slipping deeper down my throat. Each time he lifts up, it takes me a little longer to recover my breath. Several more times. I lick his shaft as it enters and flick his balls with my tongue when it stops. He holds the bed frame and drops himself in, and pulls himself out. His eyes closing, his lips apart.

He opens his eyes, looks at me and smiles. He feeds it in again. This time, he doesn't pull back up. He stays. My throat tenses. My tongue flicks. My eyes flutter. My throat gags. My body starts to spasm as I fight for breath, pulling against the harnesses. My arms not able to free me. Suddenly, he is out again. I gasp for breath, and my body relaxes against the constraints and the soft bed beneath me.

Once again, he feeds himself inside. I'm expecting him to hold it, but he doesn't; he pulls out and fucks my face multiple times quickly. I splutter and gag. My head thrown back against the pillows. My eyes thrown wide. He pulls out again, allowing me to breathe. But, before I fully recover, he is back inside. This time holding his cock deep in my throat. I thrash on the bed again; I think I will pass out. He holds it; the already aching muscles of my body scream without oxygen. My body starts to surrender, begins to relax before he pulls out again. The adrenaline rush is like nothing I've ever felt. Muscles bouncing back to life. Nerves tingling. I feel my pussy juice dribbling down between my ass cheeks. My body zings as if it has been shocked. My face covered with my spit.

He has finished with my mouth now. As I take deep breaths in, he positions the silk ball gag over my mouth. I dribble around it as he fits it. My nostrils forced to do all of the work to get air back into my lungs.

He moves down my body and again positions himself above me, this time above my tits. He slips his huge dick between them, his balls resting on my ribs. They are warm; I feel them push against me, the hairs tickling my skin. He gently sits on my stomach, not his full weight. I wait for his cock to start sliding between my tits. Instead, his fingers pull my nipples. I rise up as far as I can, but I am pinned under him and by the restraints. He keeps pulling until I am stretched in his fingers. He holds me. Watching the pain on my face. My legs kick, my arms wave, my ass squirms. I moan through the gag. He finally lets go, but again, before allowing me to recover, he slaps each breast one after the other. I scream through the gag. My body bounces on the bed.

Now he starts to fuck my tits. He grabs them and encases his cock between them. They wrap around it, but it is too long to be contained. It pushes through again and again. His legs clamped to my sides, his head arches back as he thrusts forward and backward, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of my large, firm breasts against his cock. He grips my nipples between his fingers as he holds my breasts tight. Every now and then, he slaps them, stinging them, muffled screams emanating from my mouth through the gag.

He keeps fucking them, and fucking them, I think they will explode through the constant bouncing and sliding. His balls are slapping under them, the tip of his cock hitting up to my face. The snake sliding up and out, back and down, up and out, back and down. Will he cum in my face? I feel his ass clench, and I prepare for the warm cum to hit me, coat me. But he stops. Panting, shaking. Not ready to finish.

He has finished with my tits. He slowly moves down my body again. My pussy is spread for him. What will he do?

He sits between my legs. I glisten in front of him. My body still breathing hard from being used. He slowly slides the tip of his cock from my clit to my ass and back. He rests it on my clit. Pressing it against me, rubbing me. The head getting wetter as my pussy waters it. He reaches up and grabs a single nipple. I rise as before, able to go higher now without him on me, but he keeps pulling until the restraints snap and hold me. I try to pull back, but that hurts more; I arch my back, trying to make myself grow. He has me, watching me squirm and shake as his cock jabs my clit.

My eyes widen, my chest pounds, and my groans become screams. And then, suddenly, he stops. He drops me. He moves away from me.

My eyes plead, my body pushes itself toward him. But he turns his head. He smiles. He stands. He leaves me. In ecstasy. In agony. He leaves me.

He walks to the bathroom. I hear the tap. I hear a glass being filled. I hear gulps.

My body is sore, it's tense, it's enthralled, it's excruciating.

He reappears and moves back to me. He walks around again. Examining his prey. He finally moves onto the bed again. This time, he lies on top of me. His legs between mine, his chest pressed onto mine. His cock hard on my stomach. His face above mine. His hands are next to my face, holding him in position. I feel his breath, my eyes lock onto his. He slowly dribbles on to the ball gag. His saliva running over it and on to my lips. He does it again, watching it swirl and gather on my face. He tenses his cock, it ripples against my stomach. I jump into him with surprise. He pushes down on me ever so slightly, so I take more of his weight. Showing me that I am not in control. His cock presses the air from me as his weight builds. He slowly slides down. His cock slipping along my stomach and then falling between my legs. I jolt as it strikes my pussy lips. But he continues to move down my body. He licks my nipples, my chest, my ribs, and my stomach before delving his face between my legs.

He alternates between clit and pussy, sucking, flicking, sinking his tongue inside me. Tongue, lips, fingers. Oh, god. It's mere minutes before I am thrashing under him as my legs try and close, my arms try and respond, my bottom squirms. He takes me to the edge over and over, closer and closer, not letting me cum. My body is trying to rip through the restraints and free itself from the torture. Up and down, my body writhes, everything flying this way and that, legs, arms, head, breasts. My ass jumping up and down.

He brings me to the edge for what feels like the fiftieth time, his face covered in me, his fingers covered in me, my thighs covered in me, the bed covered in me. This time instead of slowing down, he quickly moves on top of me and slides his cock inside me. It's too much for my body to take. After three pumps that crash through my insides, I am screaming, my body losing control, my orgasm wracking my body. Muscles feel like jelly and steel at the same time. Everything gyrates, everything bounces, everything pulls at the restraints. But if I thought that was my release, my freedom I was wrong. Very wrong.

He doesn't stop. My orgasm was a sidebar for him. He was going to fuck me. I was a plaything. His plaything. His hips continue to pound me. His strong arms lift up my buttocks, or raise his body above me, or push on my chest, or grab the bedhead. His muscular thighs pump his body in and out, in and out. Over and over.

A glaze comes over his eyes as his body took over and fucked his Mom. His Mom came. And then she came. And then she came. She felt like she was going to pass out multiple times. The gag in her mouth restricted her breath, the harnesses restricted her body. Her pussy was pushed to its limits and beyond.

Finally, he came. He pulled out just as he erupted. The first powerful jets flew up and over my body onto my face before he drained his cock all over my chest and stomach. My body writhing through the ecstasy it had experienced over and over, through the relief it now had.

He fell onto me, gasping. The cum squelching between our bodies. His hands on my tied arms, gripping me.

Then he left me. Tied. Bound. Cum dripping down my side and off my face. My breathing recovering. My body aching. Unsure of what was next. Exhaustion forcing my body to shut down. Always on guard, though. Waiting.

I don't know how long it was, but he returned. Clean again. Still naked. Muscular. His cock swaying between his legs.

This time, it was simple. He wanted another release. His cock needed another release. He stood in front of me and jerked off, getting himself hard, goading me, making me watch him. Enjoying me watching him. Then he slipped his cock in my mouth and fucked my throat. I squeezed him, licked him, and used everything I could to make it quick. He came in minutes this time, not like before. Before, it was torture; this was for him. This was release.

He stepped off me and untied the one hand like before. Leaving me to do the rest. He threw a pair of shorts on and, just as he left the room, dropped the line that he had obviously been waiting to say all night.

"Oh, I forgot to say, triple date Friday night. Jack and Rosie, Me and Lisa, You and Nathan."

With that, he was gone. With that, I was gone.​
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