Mommy's Hot Erotica

by Alina Sawyer

  The bounce of your braless tits gets the attention of every male that sees you. Your nipples have hardened from the attention. Have I told you I love to see your hard nipples push out against the fabric? Makes me hard almost instantly! You are reveling in the attention your barely covered skin is attracting. Having the fly on makes you intensely aware of your own sexuality and the effect on men.

  Just as we sit down at a table with a beautiful view of the ocean, I reach into my pocket and turn on the fly. You jump just a little as the vibrations start again. I lean over and give you a sweet soft kiss and turn off the fly for now. You will not know when I turn it on or whether it'll be vibrations or pulsing. I like it!!!!

  When the waiter comes over to take our order, right in front of him, I again turn the fly on. He asks you what you want and you can barely tell him what you want to drink. When he turns to me, I change the fly to pulse mode. Long slow pulses start with a mild vibration and quickly intensifies then stops! I think I'll just leave it like that for now.

  Each time it starts, you squirm a little trying to get the fly right where you want. Your pussy is dripping wet. I can see the lust building in your eyes. Time to tone it down. I reach and turn the fly off. Your bottom lip sticks out slightly as you pout. You are so cute when you do that!!

  The drinks and snacks are delivered to our table. I know you are expecting me to turn the fly on again, but I don't. We eat and drink and chat about the beauty surrounding us, and the things we want to do and see while there. The entire time you are wondering when the fly will start.

  You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. As you get up, I get a quick glimpse between your legs. I can see the dark spot on your panties where you have soaked them. You walk towards the restroom and I wait until I'm sure you're in a stall. Reaching into my pocket I grab the remote and turn it on. I am imagining what you do once the vibrations start. I imagine you sitting on the toilet, head back, holding the fly tightly against your pussy enjoying the vibrations. With just the right pressure you cum. Not a blasting orgasm, just a little one to satiate your sexual appetite... for now. Trying to calm down, you try and clean up some of your juices and your soaked panties. It's no use. You pull your panties off and throw them in your purse. With nothing on but the fly and the clingy wispy little sundress, you walk back to the table.

  I ask what's wrong as I see the flush of your face and chest. Knowing full well what happened, a sexy little grin comes across my face. This is just the beginning. I have more surprises in store for you.

  For now, I want to keep you in a state of excitation all the time until you can't stand it any more. I purposefully stay away from our room. We walk, we shop, we drink, we eat... The whole time I tease you with the fly. Bringing your excitement up and then backing it down before you can cum, teasing you, building your desire to heights you thought were unattainable.

  After almost a whole day, we finally get back to our room. All day your pussy has been wet, teased by the sensations from the fly as I control the time and place as I turn it on and off. The fly has done its job for today.

  Entering the room, you grab me and kiss me with sexual wanton abandon. Practically ripping my clothes off, we fall onto the bed kissing, groping, touching. You pull the fly off and tell me you need me in you NOW! Not yet my love!

  Although there is nothing more I want than to bury my cock in you, I still have plans. Reaching into the nightstand next to the bed, I pull out a rabbit vibrator. I know you've been dying to get one. You gasp when you see it and immediately lie back on the bed and spread your legs. You have been dying to try one. First however, I will be the one wielding the toy!!!

  Kissing and fondling you I work my way down your body. Stopping only at your breasts to lick and tweak your nipples to attention. I crawl between your legs and look up. Over your panting chest our eyes meet. I can see the overwhelming excitement in your eyes. Turning on the rabbit, I slowly rub it up and down your lips. You are so wet and turned on, your lips are engorged and red with desire. Your juices are running down and making a wet spot on the sheets. Mmmmmmmmm... I love how wet you get!

  The rabbit parts your lips with its gentle vibrations. These are different than the fly. You squirm and moan as I work the tip into you. Now that I have it in your pussy, I climb back up and kiss you. All the while working the length of the rabbit in and out of your pussy. When I have it deep in you, the vibrating ears touch your clit and the churning balls inside massage the walls of your pussy. Your breathing is erratic, your face and chest are flushed. You really like it! I kiss you harder working the rabbit in and out. You are gasping for air as the first wave of an orgasm flows thru you. I hold on tight as we both ride the waves of your orgasm. You are moving and squirming so! I have never seen you cum like this before! I can feel your pussy grab the rabbit as I continue using it to make you cum some more. The noises you make are telling me you are at the peak of the orgasm. It is now that I must bury my cock in you.

  In one swift move, I remove the rabbit from your dripping pussy and replace it with my rock hard cock. Your pussy grabs at my cock and squeezes. You are so wet and hot and soft. It feels like my cock is in melting butter. The feeling is incredible. I pump into you as you continue to writhe and scream in orgasmic bliss. Trying to keep my cock in you as I pump is almost impossible. Watching your pretty face contort in ecstasy is too much and my cock explodes inside you. Jet after jet of my hot cum explodes inside you, as our juices mix. My orgasm is all engulfing. My mind is reeling.

  My body is numb from the intense orgasm. I collapse on top of you. My dwindling hard-on, slips from your folds. Our panting and gasps mimic each other. I roll off and lay beside you as we both tremble from the feelings. We hold each other in our arms, cuddling, breathing, sweating, loving... and this is only the first day!!!!!!!

  The End.

  Confessions

  Confessions

  You start to drift awake. Stretching you run your hand up my chest, entwine your legs in mine. But something is very wrong. You open your eyes and see that I am not in bed.

  You sit up and look around, fully awake in an instant. On the bedside table is a note. It simply says, "Dress sexy, I'll be home at noon. Be ready to talk about your recent behavior."

  You look at the note again, confused. You check the back, but nothing else is written down.

  What do I mean by "your recent behavior"? You thought everything has been going well. You are signed up for classes that start in a couple of weeks. We've been spending lots of time together, talking, holding each other, having great sex. We have discussed things, but we haven't argued about anything.

  Looking at the clock you see it's 10:30. One of the cats is laying on the bed by your feet. As you look down at Meso, he looks up at you, but since you don't seem eager to either pet or feed him, he just puts his head back down.

  You get up and start getting ready for me. A piece of fruit for breakfast, then brush your teeth. You are just going through the motions, what behavior is he talking about?

  You start the shower and get in. The water is hot and you take your time. You might normally spend a little extra time, playing with yourself, but not today. You're distracted wondering about what will happen when I get home.

  You get out of the shower and dry off. You fix your hair. You look at your makeup and decide to have a little fun. You make yourself up and look at yourself in the mirror. "Well," you think, "looking like this he won't be able to be mad for long." You smile at the thought of the last few days.

  We've both been horny a lot and have had wonderful sex. We haven't actually had sex in bed the last couple of days. The living room, the dining room, and one late night standing up against the car that was parked along a dark street!

  It's 11:30 and you start to get dressed. Sexy clothes, what to wear?

  You put on the corset I gave you. It's white and contrasts beautifully with your tan skin. It goes down your waist but at the top only supports your breasts, but it leaves your nipples ex
posed. You would need help to get it super tight, but you get it fairly tight on your own. You can breath normally, but you are aware of each breath.

  Then you put on a pair of sexy thong panties and a short dress. You finish off the outfit with a pair of sexy high heels. These have little straps that attach them to your feet. You know I love you in these shoes and the straps are like little bondage ties for your feet.

  It's now noon and you walk out into the living room to wait for me. You like how sexy you feel in the combination of high heels and the corset. Your hips swaying, aware of every breath.

  You start to read a magazine, but are too distracted. The act of getting dressed had moved your mind away from the ominous tone of my note, but now that's all you can think about. You go back to the bedroom and get the note. You read it over and over, looking for some clue as to what I might be upset about as you walk back to the living room.

  You look at the clock and see I'm 5 minutes late already. You try to focus on something else while you wait, but every noise makes you look at the door, am I home yet?

  Finally, at 12:20 you hear a key in the lock. It turns and I walk in. I have a bag in one hand and my keys in the other.

  You stand up and start to talk, but I'm clearly not listening. I put my keys on the hook by the door, walk into the sitting area, position a chair in the middle of the room and finally look up at you. I'm still wearing my sunglasses so you can't see my eyes, but the rest of my face looks stern.

  "Sit here." I say.

  You walk over and sit down. You start to ask what this is about.

  "You'll know soon enough, now be quiet until I tell you to talk."

  You go to cross your arms over your chest, but I take 1 hand and pull it down the side of the chair. You hear me get something out of the bag. The next thing you know, you look down and you see that I've tied your wrist to the chair.

  Moving quickly I grab your other wrist I tie it to the chair as well.

  This chair doesn't have arms, so your arms are tied down your body, but slightly back.

  Grabbing more rope I further secure your arms to the chair just above your elbows and lastly I wrap several times around your upper chest holding you back in the chair. This last tie reminds you of the corset, since the corset is holding your breasts up and the tie is forcing them down.

  You ask what's going on and I just say that you'll find out soon enough. I am tying a length of rope around your ankle and as I pull your leg around to the side of the chair your dress prevents your legs from spreading too far. Seeing this, I push you dress up so that your legs are fully on display and proceed to tie both ankles to the back legs of the chair.

  Your legs are now forced open and your arms and upper body are fully secured to the chair. You are staying here until I let you up!

  I step behind you, where you can't see me. I hold your face in my hands and now you here me speak in a very bad, very funny German accent: "You vill confess to your extreme naughtiness! I warn you, vee have ways of making you talk!"

  You don't know what to say... "What do you mean? I haven't been naughty!"

  You feel my hands run down your neck, over the ropes on your chest and to your breasts. "Oh, really" I say, still speaking in the bad German accent. My hands had felt nice on your breasts, but now I grab and pinch both nipples. You gasp at the sensation. More from surprise than anything since it wasn't very hard.

  Then you hear me continue, "Vell, then, I knew you would be a tough nut to crack! When you are ready to confess, I will be ready to listen."

  And with that I removed my hands from your breasts and you hear me going through the bag again. This time the last thing you see is the scarf coming down over your eyes as I blindfold you.

  You feel my hands running up and down your arms, over your breasts, down to your legs. I some time slowly running my hands up and down your legs, caressing your inner thighs, getting close, but never quite touching your most sensitive areas.

  I alternate all over your body. For how long? 1 minute, 1 hour? You are quickly losing track of time as all you have is your sense of touch.

  After sometime, I pull my hands off you, trailing them slowly down your thighs. Then nothing. You strain your ears, you hear your own breathing, you feel each breath as you are constrained both by the corset and the rope.

  Again, you have no sense of time. You want my hands back on your body, you want to FEEL, but there is nothing.

  What is that? Did you hear me move? A slight push of air tells you I am in front of you again. You feel my finger as I run it down the edge of your panties, getting my finger under the edge. When I am at your slit, I pull the thin material away and you hear cutting. Then the material falls back down, clearly not whole any longer.

  Again noise behind you and then I am in front of you again. You hear the soft hum of a vibrator. You jerk your body as you feel me press the vibrator against your clit hood. As the surprise wears off, you realize that the vibrator is on low. Worse it is barely touching you. It could stay like that for HOURS and it wouldn't be enough to get you off!

  As I see the realization on your face I smile. I say, "Yes, my dear, know you see how bad your position is! Confess!"

  You shake your head and say, "But, but I've been a good girl!"

  I reach down and pinch your nipples again and let the vibrator do it's job.

  You aren't sure what happening, other than you are slowly going mad. Sometimes I leave you with the vibrator, other times I am rubbing various parts of your body. Caressing your face, pinching your nipples, rubbing your legs, especially the soft, sensitive upper thighs.

  Sometimes I take the vibrator away, other times I turn it up on high. Each time you get close to orgasm, each time you think you are about to reach the point of no return, I remove all sensation. Only to slowly restart the sequence a few moments later.

  You never have a chance to come down from the high, but I never let you reach the summit. Each time, you just climb higher.

  You are tired of struggling, you give in, you don't care if you don't orgasm, you just want the sensations to stop!

  "Please, please stop! I confess! I've been a naughty girl! Just, please, stop!"

  "You confess, do you. Of your own free will? You confess willingly?"

  "Yes, I confess willingly, please, just stop!"

  "Good, the interrogation can stop. Now we can move on to the punishment phase!"

  The look of shock on your face is short lived as you feel the vibrator pushed back onto your clit, this time it is on high. Then you feel my hands on your breasts, squeezing your breasts, pinching the nipples. Hard this time. It doesn't take long and your orgasm hits!

  Your body spasms and you have the detached thought that it's a good thing you are tied to the chair or you would be flapping around on the ground! But you are tied to the chair. You are secured and there is no escape from the vibrator, still on high. Or from my hands, still squeezing and pinching.

  As your first orgasm eases, you feel the next building.

  You aren't sure, but you think that part of why I'm holding your breasts so firmly is to help stabilize the chair. You are thrashing so hard you might knock yourself over!

  But that is a minor thought as orgasm 3 hits you hard. Time stops. You don't pass out, but all sense of who you are or where you are go away. Wave after wave of orgasm floods your body.

  You are dimly aware that you are not alone.

  You're body is being moved, but the idea that you can control your body seems funny now.

  Where before there was tightness and constriction, now there is cool air.

  Now you are embraced, lightness as you rest your head against something... it's familiar, safe.

  You are seated again. Embraced but not constricted.

  Your eyes focus on my face. You are dressed only in a soft fluffy robe and you are sitting on my lap as I hold you. You drop your head back to where my neck meets my shoulder, you cross your arms tightly across your chest and snuggle into me.


  As you fall asleep for a short nap, you hear me say, "I love it when you confess to me."

  The End.

  A Killing Need

  Nicole ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her lungs were burning, her feet ached with every step, she was stepping on pine needles and other things, but she didn't care. She had to get away. She was slowing down and she knew that she was dead if she stopped. She had to get away; for herself and her best friend Jayne.

  A branch smacked her in the face and this time she felt something wet on her cheek. She slapped a hand to her face and looked at it. The blood was almost black in the night. She slowed down more and tried to get her bearings. She heard a car horn and ran in that direction. Just up a small embankment was a highway or road or street. Nicole didn't know and right now she didn't give a fuck. All she knew was there were cars and intermittently she could see car lights.

  She ran up the embankment knowing if she tried to scream she would run out of steam and never make it to safety. A car just passed as she ran onto the pavement. Her bare feet slapping loudly to her ears. Another car was coming around the bend. Nicole waved her hands and stood in the middle of the street, stumbling towards the oncoming car in desperation. Suddenly she felt someone grab her around the waist, pick her up, and throw her down the embankment she had just climbed. She stared up at the man her eyes wide. She started to crabwalk backwards, whimpering as the car drove past, and her eyes fell on the blade at his side slowly dripping blood.

  ***2 days earlier***

  Nicole never liked camping. She hated it. She hated the bugs, the forced topics, the boringness. She just wasn't a camp person. Roughing it just wasn't her style. However, Jayne wanted to go out and get drunk in the woods for the weekend.

  "Come on Nicki pleeeeeeeease," Jayne begged standing over Nicki's desk. "It'll be fun. I'll bring the beer. They'll be no guys, just us girls roughing it and having fun."