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Mirror, Mirror
by RomeoWriter (romeowriter1976@yahoo.com)
***
A desperate housewife fails to win the sexual affection
of a stranger, and so turns her sinful desire to even
more forbidden fruit. (Fm, inc, 1st)
***
Denise was nervous. She was biting her lip with
anticipation because she knew that the plumber would be
here any moment. She looked at herself in the full
length mirror in the living room for the fiftieth time
to check her makeup and decided to pop just one more
button on her blouse. She smiled at the sight of her
own heaving breasts. "You still got it, babe!" she
assured her reflection and walked to the window to look
for the plumber's truck. She had rigged the sink to
clog and desperately needed a man to work her pipes.
It was only 12:00 pm and her husband would not be home
for hours. Plenty of time for a roll in the hay, Denise
thought and looked herself over once more. She sat down
on the couch and checked out her curvy legs and decided
to remove her pantyhose. The bare look worked well for
her and she knew it. She slowly removed each one as if
she were teasing a stranger just in front of her, and
let them drop to the floor. She crossed and uncrossed
her legs in a seductive fashion, running her smooth and
silky legs over one another before slipping her heels
back on.
Denise felt a presence out of the corner of her eye and
jumped when she saw her son, Derrick, standing at the
edge of the hallway. "Oh my god! You startled me
Derrick! I thought you were going to Jason's?" she
asked him, but the twelve year old just stood there
with his mouth open and his head in the clouds. She
realized that he had been watching her little
exhibition and became awestruck at the sight his mother
acting in such a way.
He was still staring, prompting her to try to pull her
skirt down a bit, but it would not cover anything below
her mid-thigh. "Baby. Derrick! Are you ok?" He finally
snapped out of it and cleared his throat before he
spoke. "Y-yeah, Mom. Uh, I'm leaving right now." He
said and bolted for the door. She took a deep breath
and lay back against the couch.
Denise drifted off into a daydream and imagined herself
screwing around with not one, but two guys at once. It
was just one of her many fantasies that she used to get
herself off. With her husband away so much and less
than affectionate at home, Denise often found herself
alone with her sexual frustration. The passion welled
up within her soul until everyday thoughts of lust
turned to dark fantasies that she felt no one could
understand. Certainly not her husband.
Her fantasy always started off as a three-way with two
men, but she could not get the image of Derrick
standing there, gawking at her body like he had. In her
mind, the two men transformed into two young boys. She
closed her eyes and thought of Derrick's little friend,
Jason, and the new boy across the street whose name she
did not yet know. Denise knew it was wrong, but her
pussy began to tingle at the thought of these two
little boys using her for their pleasure. Her hand
slipped under the waist of her skirt, her fingertips
tracing lazy circles around her lips... DING-DONG!!
Denise was rudely awakened by the doorbell. He was
here. She snapped out of it and consulted the mirror
one last time. The man impatiently rang the bell again.
"I'm coming!" she hollered to the front door. After a
deep breath, she opened the door for him and let him
in. He wasn't quite what she had expected, or even
hoped for. The man was about 2 inches shorter than
Denise and a bit more out of shape than she liked. But
this didn't matter; she was desperate and God help her,
so very horny from sexless nights and bothered by
fantasies that would make the devil blush. The plumber
skipped the introductions and went right to work
without so much as a glance at the Milf's amply
delicious rack.
She followed him into the bathroom where the sink had
clogged and tried to make small talk with the plumber
whose first name she didn't even know. She sat on the
toilet with her legs crossed, leaning slightly forward
to accentuate her cleavage. "So, um, my name is Denise,
what's yours?" She said awkwardly. It had been so long
since she tried to gain a man's attention in this way
and felt a bit clueless.
"What? Oh, Jake," was his only reply as he crawled
under the sink, leaving Denise out of sight. "So how
long have you been doing this, Jake?" she continued.
She heard him grunt from underneath, "Lady, I'm
charging by the hour, so if you want me to get this job
done ASAP, give me a little space, ok?"
She was surprised by his rudeness and apologized
sheepishly. She excused herself and retreated back to
the living room where she began to feel stupid for
thinking she could turn Mr. Fixit into Mr. Fuxit.
Denise went back to the mirror, defeated yet even more
frustrated. She studied her image in the mirror and saw
nothing undesirable about the hot mom that stared back.
She made pouty faces at herself, as if blowing kisses
and ran her hands up and down the length of her
voluptuous body. She pushed her titties up with her
hands, then back down to her backside to cup her big,
round ass. Her hands filtered through her flowing dark
hair, tousling as she gritted her teeth and squinted
her eyes like a woman in heat.
That's when she realized she wasn't the only one
creating a reflection in the mirror. At about fifteen
feet into the background, the silhouette of a young boy
could barely be seen in the shadows of the hallway.
Apparently, Derrick had not left the house after all.
He was there in the hall to the bedrooms, just past
where the plumber was still working, watching his mommy
with intense curiosity as she alluringly handled
herself.
Denise kept up the charade and pretended not to notice
her son's spying eyes. The pace of her heart quickened
with a surge of adrenaline; she was excited at the
thought of Derrick taking pleasure in what he saw, so
she poured on the charm even thicker. She hiked up her
skirt a bit more to reveal everything below the bottom
curve of her round buttocks and stood up on her toes to
accentuate her beautifully built calves.
She raised one manicured hand to her lush lips and
inserted her forefinger. She began to suck her finger
as if it were the most delicious cock she had ever
tasted. She would have moaned but she was afraid the
plumber might hear. A glance at Derrick portrayed a
little boy smitten with the taboo erotica that was
displayed for his viewing pleasure.
"All set in here!" a gruff voice abruptly announced
from within the bathroom. Startled, Denise spun around
to see the repair man walk out of the bathroom with his
tools. Derrick was gone.
Jake the plumber approached her as she regained her
composure and pulled her skirt back down to its proper
position. He held up a pair of pink silk panties that
were no longer pink or silky anymore. "This is what was
clogging your pipes, ma'am," he told Denise with a
condescending glare. "Oops! How did that get in there?"
she said with a smile and tried not to turn red.
The man finished some paperwork and handed it over for
her signature. "I'll bill ya," was all he said on his
way out the door. Denise was glad to see him go. 'What
a miserable bastard,' she thought to herself, 'What a
waste of time, what a mistake.' The only thing she got
out of this disappointing experience was a $200.00
plumbing bill and a deeper sense of sexual frustration.
She escaped to her bedroom and locked the door behind
her. She popped in one of her favorite videos and lay
on the queen-sized bed with vibrator in hand. On the TV
screen, five young men (who looked to Denise to be of
age, but she could not be sure) took violent advantage
of an attractive older woman. They stuffed every one of
the poor woman's intimate orifices with their swollen
cocks as she wailed in protest. Denise always put
herself in the victim's place when she watched this
video.
As the porno began to make her juices flow, she slipped
away into her previous fantasy. She thought of little
blond Jason nibbling at her engorged clitoris and the
nameless young neighbor tracing her anus with his
tongue. If she had her way, these boys could have
anything from her. In her mind, her imaginary and
immature lovers took turns on her body, alternating
from her cunt to her mouth so that she could taste her
own pussy on their sweet, little cocks. It became
harder for Denise to mentally focus on a child she
hardly knew and so he was replaced by none other than
her own son, Derrick.
Denise's eyes snapped open with an intense rush of
excitement. She was about to come, but she trembled too
much to hold on to her rapidly moistening pussy.
Feeling a little dazed, she stopped the tape, sat up
and headed for Derrick's room. The door was locked.
"Honey, open the door," she demanded in a cracked
voice.
After some silent hesitation, the shy boy opened the
door. Denise saw a sheepish look of guilt on her son's
pre-adolescent face. "Not going out today, honey?" she
asked. "No, Mom. I changed my mind." he said, avoiding
her eyes.
"Why don't you come watch TV with me?" Denise asked
him.
He was reluctant, but eventually agreed. She took his
hand and led him to her room. Denise hopped up on her
bed and motioned for Derrick, who was still standing at
the door, to join her on the bed. He slowly walked
towards the bed and climbed up next to her. She had
never seen him act this bashful; it reminded her of the
way grown men sometimes behaved when she flirted with
them.
"Come closer, silly. You can't see the screen from
there," she said, and pulled him between her long, bare
legs. Denise sat against the headboard and Derrick
nestled his small back against her ample bosom. She
surfed through endless channels of boring programs,
unable to pay attention to anything but Derrick and the
growing desire to be intimate with him. She closed her
legs a little tighter on him, gently squeezing him and
massaging his chest with her free hand.
It was exciting to feel his rapid heart beat match the
pace of hers. She believed that deep down, Derrick knew
what was about to happen, and she wanted to also
believe that he wanted it too after the way he had been
secretly gawking at her. She smooched him lovingly on
the top of his head as her soft hand found its way
under his t-shirt. She liked the feel of his soft,
baby-like skin.
Her kisses moved further down his neck and finally to
his face, where she saw the most nervous little boy she
had ever seen in her life. "It's ok, baby," she
reassured him, "It's ok. I love you, sweetheart."
He was petrified. She placed her mouth on his and
kissed him fully, sliding her tongue into his little
mouth. Derrick finally moved, placing his small hands
on his mommy's thighs. Denise swelled with lust at his
electric touch. She turned off the TV and began an
extended make-out session with her own son!
She encouraged him to turn and face her where they
continued to show their affection for one another.
Derrick became emboldened and began pawing at her,
feeling up her massive mammaries and reaching under her
to grope his mother's perfectly oversized butt. If any
other man groped her like this, Denise would kick him
out in a heartbeat. But this was her little boy and he
could do whatever he wanted. She knew he was just
learning, and besides, the attention was flattering.
She gently pushed him away and looked into his eyes.
"Do you want to see more of me?" she teased, slowly
unbuttoning her blouse. Derrick was still again, but
not for long. His jaw dropped open when he saw his
mother's pretty titties fall out of her bra.
He made an attempt at her but she denied him. "No no,"
she said, "Now you have to show me something. That's
how it works, Honey."
He said nothing, but he followed her orders and began
to undress. She was surprised that he shed everything
at once and could not help but giggle. Derrick covered
his privates with embarrassment.
"Oh, baby. I'm not laughing at you," she assured him.
"Here, pull these off me and we'll be equal." All that
remained of her clothing was her sexy skirt, which
Derrick hastily gripped and yanked away. He scooted
close to her but seemed unsure what to do next.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Derrick?" Denise asked of her
son.
The boy nodded his head and blushed red as an apple.
She loved her boy dearly, but at that moment she grew
fond of him in a way a mother never should. She began
to touch him, on the face and chest, but then down to
his most private regions. She was thrilled to see his
young cock become rigid in her manipulating hands. A
wordless sound of ecstasy escaped Derrick's lips.
She whispered in his ear as she stroked him, "Do you
like the way that feels, baby? Do you like me touching
you like this?"
He responded with a hoarse voice, "Yes, Mommy, I like
it a lot."
Denise was growing hot with desire. His little boy cock
felt so good in her hand that she knew it would feel
even better elsewhere.
Derrick sat with his legs hanging off the side of the
bed and watched his mommy kneel in front of him. She
told him to relax just as she put her lips to the head.
She became moist with the taste of bitter-sweet pre-cum
and greedily licked off the drops as they formed. She
could no longer control her forbidden passion and took
her boy's dick into her mouth.
Derrick shuddered with surprise and delight. He never
thought it could feel this sensational. Denise licked
him up and down, sucking and slurping as Derrick
squirmed. He was a bit small, but she knew he would
grow with age and soon his penis would be long enough
to tickle the back of her throat.
Denise was charged up and sucked him furiously. Above
her, Derrick was starting to breathe rapidly, she could
tell he was at his end and she wanted that cum so
badly. It had been too many years since she tasted hot
cum on her tongue. Her pussy became juicy with
anticipation as Derrick started to spasm and cry out.
He flooded his mother's loving mouth with a fluid
reward and Denise was more than happy to accept every
drop, swallowing it down as if it were honey.
She gave his cock one more lick and stood up before
him. Derrick was bewildered. He could not believe what
she had just done. His mother glared down at him,
feeling a slight sense of satisfaction. But this had
only whetted her sinful appetite for something more.
She took his hand and made him stand. He was still a
full foot shorter than she was. She pulled him in
closer and kissed him on his mouth again. Their hands
slid up and down each other's trembling bodies. Derrick
was fascinated by the exquisite shape and softness of
his mom's body, his hands all over her ass and hips.
Denise felt his dick become hard again and she decided
to take things further, much further.
"Come here, honey," she coaxed, and lay her fine body
upon the bed. She watched him watching her, and turned
on the charm. She groped her breasts and lift her legs
in the air; she wanted Derrick to want her badly, and
he did. "Come here baby. Come here, Derrick. I want
you. Don't you want me to make you feel good again?"
The boy cautiously moved in between her legs, scanning
his mother's eyes for approval. Denise smiled and
pointed a finger at her juicy slit. "I want you to put
it right there, Derrick," she commanded, and he
complied with her wishes. He leaned in and awkwardly
poked his cock at her vagina, eventually finding what
he was looking for. They both gasped as he pushed
himself in. She encouraged and instructed him how to
make love to a beautiful woman. He did just as she told
him and thrust himself in and out at a gentle pace.
"Good boy," she said to him, "that's my baby."
The air in the room was thick with dirty sex. Denise
was losing herself in this experience and bottled up
screams of passion let loose from her lips. "Am I
hurting you, Mommy?" Derrick asked like a little boy.
"No baby, you are making Mommy feel SO GOOD!" She
looked at his face. Through the contortioned faces he
made, Denise could see herself and her husband in his
facial features.
Derrick unconsciously began to accelerate his thrusts
and pounded his mother into the mattress. Oh, how good
it felt to feel her little man slam her hips into the
bed and hear the groaning springs beneath them as they
fucked. Large mirrors covered the closet doors on the
other side of the room, and in them she saw a filthy
reflection.
Denise saw a sexually depraved woman taking advantage
of a young boy who was not old enough to make these
adult decisions. This young boy looked so much smaller
than the woman in the mirror, yet he fucked her like a
man. Dirty nasty feelings welled up inside her heart,
and Denise felt the beginnings of a beautiful orgasm
form in her loins. She inhaled sharply as this powerful
climax rippled throughout her needy body. 'This is so
wrong,' she thought, 'I shouldn't be fucking my own
son.' These thoughts sent her on another wave of
ecstasy.
As she settled down, she realized Derrick was going to
lose it. Denise was too much for him to handle. She
couldn't let him cum inside her; that would be
dangerous. She figured she would use her mouth again.
"Derrick, honey, you have to pull out," she instructed,
but Derrick figured on something else. He kept going,
pumping away at his momma like a madman. She tried to
push him away, but he was strong enough to resist.
"Derrick..." she began to say when she saw the look in
his eyes. He was going to get what he wanted and she
could do nothing to stop him. His determination to fuck
her to the end aroused her beyond words. Denise wrapped
her legs around her son and pulled his face to her
chest.
Derrick began to moan loudly. What sounded almost like
crying turned to growls of pleasure and soon Derrick
was emptying himself into his sweet mother. "Oh Mom! Oh
Mommy. Oh MOMMY!" he yelled into her rolling breasts.
Denise was overcome with emotion and heat-she too
climaxed intensely.
When Derrick's body stopped moving, and his cock
softened inside her pussy, he lay on her as limp as his
cock, and tried to regain his breath. He took one of
his mother's swollen tits into his mouth and began to
suckle. Denise stroked his hair and told him she loved
him. She felt his warm seed seep out of her, taking
with it years worth of sexual frustration and
suppression.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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