Mommy's Hot Erotica

by Alina Sawyer

  He watched as she finished her act, then she was replaced by another woman, also naked. She was smaller, and began the same motions, opening her legs wide as a customer slid a bill up in front of her. There were no costumes at all. This woman even used her fingers to open herself up as wide as she could as she lay on her back. Several bills appeared on the stage as she lay there squirming.

  Cary felt his face flush, he didn't want to subject Sally to that.

  "I think we should get out of here." He whispered to her.

  "No, I want to watch this." She repeated.

  Just then the waitress came by, Sally asked for another drink. Cary had a concern about that but she did seem to be all right so he nodded. He had noticed his own drink wasn't exactly the strongest he had ever had, anyway.

  Moments after the drinks arrived the first dancer they had seen came over to their table.

  "Want a private dance, handsome?" She asked. She now had on what looked to be a negligee with sheer panties and nothing else. Her breasts were the size and shape of half a cantaloupe, her nipples a reddish color like they had been painted.

  "I don't think so....." He started to say.

  "Sure!" Sally said, grinning.

  "What? Sally, I...." Cary said.

  "Oh, hush! It will be fun, I want to see what they do." He noticed half of her drink was gone already.

  "Twenty bucks out here, fifty bucks in the back." The woman said.

  "Let's go into the back!" Sally said, getting up. The flashing lights from the nearby stage made Sally's upper body look naked, he saw that several guy's heads turned to look.

  He resisted the sudden urge to cover her up.

  Cary got up and the woman led them to a side door, it opened into a room with a couple more of the same big soft chairs. Cary noticed that she turned and locked the door. Sally plopped down in one of the chairs, her drink still in her hand.

  "I'm Tara, sweetie. Fifty, please." The woman repeated, Cary peeled off two twenties and a ten, then sat down. He had no idea at all what the woman was going to do, but he figured she wouldn't do too much, not with Sally sitting right there.

  He glanced over at sally, she was staring at the woman with an interested look on her face.

  Cary would have thought that Sally would throw a fit at the idea of this.

  The woman had short cropped hair, she was full busted, her nipples were pink and he was now sure she had some kind of coloring on them. The short outfit she had on did nothing at all to hide them. He also saw quickly that the bottoms she had on hid nothing either, as she began to move to the music.

  She was totally naked within sixty seconds of the music starting. Cary glanced with worry over at Sally several times, but she was just watching in fascination. Tara opened her legs right in front of him, placed one foot up on the arm rest of his chair. This caused her outer lips to curl open, forming a small flatter area at the very center of her pussy, he could clearly see her clitoris poking out. Then she turned and bent completely over, reaching back to spread her cheeks. Her brown puckered anus came into view.

  He couldn't help himself, he felt his erection begin to grow.

  Tara moved forward, put both of her knees up on the huge soft arm rests, her pelvis thrust almost into his face. She used her inner muscles to cause her vagina to expand and contract, her head thrown back like she was in ecstasy. Her fat lips looked shiny, like she had some kind of lubricant on them.

  "God. That is amazing! How in the world do you do that?" He heard Sally say. Cary blinked again at that, here he sat with some strange woman's bare pussy almost shoved in his face and his wife sat there asking questions?

  "It's pretty easy, I could teach you. You are gorgeous, honey, you could make a fortune in this place." The dancer looked over at Sally, then down at her breasts and smiled.

  Sally beamed, she was staring, a fascinated look on her face.

  Cary had never seen her like that. He would have expected her to freak out, instead she just sat there grinning.

  Tara now had one foot on each side of his legs, actually standing on the chair seat with her knees blatantly spread, resting them on the armrest on each side of him. The soft chair kept him from sitting upright, he was nearly flat on his back. If he leaned forward just six inches, he would have his face in her pussy. She ran her hands up and down his thighs, then Cary felt his zipper slide down.

  He reached down instantly to stop that.

  "Let her!" Sally muttered in a husky voice. He saw a glance back and forth between Tara and Sally, then Tara smirked. She tugged the zipper in his pants down and opened them. Fumbling, she got her fingers into the waist band of his briefs. She used her knees to pin his arms down.

  Cary was now completely hard even though he was willing himself to not be. He felt the catch of his pants release, she wrapped her hand around him.

  "Sally?" He asked, but she didn't answer.

  In seconds she had his penis out, sliding her legs over the back of the chair she drew her pussy up and down his length, stopping just before she got to the very tip, holding his erection against herself with one hand as she repeated the motion over and over.

  Cary looked again at Sally, she was still staring.

  "Nice big fat one here, you are lucky, honey!" Tara said to Sally. From somewhere a small package appeared, Cary had no idea where it came from since Tara was completely nude.

  She had it open and was rolling a condom onto him before he could protest. The way he was plastered back into the chair and leaned back made it hard to move. Then she began again to rub herself up and down his length again.

  "Sally!" Cary tried to protest.

  "It's OK, honey, I just want to see what they do." She said. She was now sitting forward on the edge of her seat, leaning out so she could see.

  "But..." Tara was now causing some incredible sensations, Cary had no way to get her off of him without becoming violent.

  He almost expected her to slide up and begin to fuck him but she didn't, and with her pelvis so high in the air as she was leaned back, there was no real danger of him sliding inside unless she moved. Her pussy slid up and down his length from the base to just before the tip, over and over.

  Cary's balls tightened up, he knew what was going to happen.

  "Want me to do him, honey?" Tara asked Sally with a grin.

  He was floored when Sally just nodded, Tara's hands came down and wrapped around him and began to work up and down.

  She was quite expert at that, Cary lasted just a minute or two before he blasted off inside the condom. Then she stood up, reached for a towel and removed the condom. She quickly wiped Cary up, grinned at Sally.

  "Hey, come see me if you ever want to work, honey. With tits like yours you will make a pile of money!" Then she pulled on her negligee and left.

  Sally sat there with a silly smile on her face.

  Cary was almost in shock, he felt like he couldn't move.

  "What in the hell just happened?" He asked Sally. She still had a glazed expression on her face.

  "I don't know, that woman just..God that was hot! I had no idea they would actually..." Sally was still staring at Cary's penis, now softened. He reached down, stuffed himself into his briefs and quickly rearranged his pants.

  Cary took her by the arm and steered her out of the club, blushing as several heads turned to look their way. Tara was now up on the stage again, she waved at them.

  "Come back soon." The huge black guy told them, again looking Sally up and down carefully.

  "Are we going to go get my car?" She asked.

  "No, let's pick it up tomorrow." He didn't want her driving even though she looked to be all right. He mostly wanted to get home, inside where he would feel safe.

  What had just happened was not anything he would ever have even considered, and Sally had just sat there.

  They drove home in silence. Sally went in and sat in the living room as Cary poured some soft drinks. He came back in and handed her one, then sat down.
r />   "What in the hell was all of that?" He asked her, finally.

  "I wanted to know what they do, is all."

  "Well, I guess we both do now. That isn't something I really wanted to do, you know."

  "I know. You would never cheat on me but it wasn't like that. It was just...I wanted to see what they did? It was just an impulse."

  "That was one hell of an impulse!"

  "I know, I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?"

  Mad at her?

  "No. I'm not mad, I would have thought that you would be mad at...me?" Sally still had Cary completely floored, her reactions were nothing like he would have expected.

  "I was just curious, I never saw anything like that before, I wanted to know what they do."

  "Well, I guess you do now!" Cary laughed, suddenly he found all of this funny.

  "I sure do. I want to try that with you, OK?"

  "Why, are you planning on practicing for a job down there?" Cary grinned at her.

  "No, I could never do something like that. I just want to try that rubbing thing on you like she did. I never even thought of doing something like that."

  "I don't know, do you think I can get it up?"

  "I will bet you can." She grinned, standing up. She reached down and tugged the little red dress over her head.

  There wasn't a stitch underneath it.

  Cary blinked again at that.

  "When did you do that?" He asked, looking at her puffy hairless loins.

  "Oh, I shaved it all off before I left today, do you like it?" She pushed her pelvis forward, a sexy look on her face.

  "Yes, I do. But I mean what happened to your..panties?"

  "I took them off right after I got to the first club. When I was waiting for you. I expected you to be there any minute, but then it took a whole hour." She laughed.

  "You mean when those two guys were...You said you were dancing, you mean with no panties on?"

  "Yep!" Sally giggled.

  "I know the one guy knew, because he put his hand on my fanny when we were dancing. I made him quit that. But then they both knew and started getting grabby." she added.

  "Did anything else happen?" He asked. This was strange also, she was standing there stark naked while they had an almost normal discussion.

  "Not really, the one guy kept trying to slide his hand..up there, and I kept stopping him. Then the taller guy complimented me on my boobs and was trying to touch them, that's when you showed up."

  "Oh. Maybe you should wait until I am around before you ever do anything like that again."

  "Yes. It was just an impulse. But it made me kinda...hot?"

  "I can see that. Come here."

  Sally slid up on top of Cary. In short order she had his pants undone, then she got up on top of him and used her hairless pussy to stroke his length.

  "You sure do have a nice big fat one, honey!" She said, giggling.

  "I know, Tara told me so." Cary grinned.

  "Didn't you get jealous when she....?" He managed to ask, Sally was causing some very nice sensations as she slowly slid her lower body back and forth.

  "No, I was right there and she used a condom. I can't believe it, she had her hands right on your cock!" She was panting now.

  "That made you horny?" Cary asked, feeling himself shudder as she just kept sliding her hips back and forth against him.

  "Yes! It was hot, but she didn't actually have you put it in."

  "What would you have done if she had?" He pressed at her with his hips trying to get inside her, but she was leaned too far back.

  "I don't know, I was pretty drunk I think but probably made her stop. I didn't plan..I mean, it just..happened and I was curious, I wanted to know what they do. Now put it in me...please?" Sally lay back and opened her legs wide.

  +++

  Later, he lay there holding her.

  "No more of those clubs, OK?" He said.

  "OK."

  "And no more going out with no panties when I am not there, either." He added.

  "Oh, I don't know about that. That was fun. I have been so horny all day, just thinking about you. I wasn't going to take them off, but then I was sitting at the bar and...I just wanted to surprise you!" She grinned.

  Cary looked at her. Good lord, was she thinking of going out looking like that again? He felt himself begin to stiffen at the thought.

  "Honey, today has been full of surprises!" He told her.

  Sally rolled over and reached for her phone, began pushing buttons.

  She glanced at his swiftly expanding erection, giggled as she pushed the button to send the message.

  The other one went off almost instantly, laughing he reached to pick it up.

  "if i do u better not b late" It read.

  Cary lay back satisfied, grinning.

  He never was going to every understand women.

  The End.

  Dream of Flight

  She's home. I can hear the garage door opener pulling the door up. She had spent the evening with her girlfriends having a girl's night out. Now she is home. I'm glad. I don't really want to wake up and meet her at the door as I'm laying in bed, floating in that luxurious space between not really being awake and not really being asleep, drifted off to another world. Not that I don't want to greet her, I just don't want to leave my dream world.

  In my dream world, I've been flying all night in an antique airplane making stops to visit exotic places all over the world. Now, I have the landing gear down and I'm coming in to land. I have performed the pre-landing checklists, set the throttles on the big twin engines and the airplane is set to land. I listen as the old plane slices through the air, making a whistling noise that defines part of its character. It sounds like it's talking to me. Guiding me. Whispering to me.

  She is in the room now. I hear her undress. I know she is there, but I'm still landing my plane. She slips into bed. I feel the cool air as she lifts the covers. My naked skin tingles in the breeze from the fan.

  I line up on the runway, making a small correction for a crosswind. The long nose of the airplane is a visual guide when lining up on the centerline of the landing strip. Getting close to the ground now.

  Hot breath. I can hear soft blowing noises as I feel myself starting to stir. Excitement. Arousal.

  Just before the airplane touches the ground, I gently pull back on the yoke, flaring the nose upward. This increases drag and slows the airplane, making for a perfectly soft landing.

  I feel her mouth on me, the hot wetness surrounding me. The texture of her tongue on me is like velvet. As she draws me in, I am fully engorged. Hard. Wanting.

  The wheels of the antique touch the ground and the tires make a "chirp" as they skid just a bit before starting to turn under the weight of the big old plane. Throttles at idle and I use my feet on the rudder pedals to guide that long nose straight down the runway, loosing speed.

  She has me all the way in her mouth, now. Pulling. Sucking. Rhythmically going up and down, matching the bounce of my plane as it rolls along the old grass runway.

  The plane is down now. As I approach the taxiway leading back to the hangar, I turn off of the runway and apply just a little bit of throttle to keep it moving through the grass. I can see the outline of the hangar against the night sky. It rises out of the ground like the head of a great creature. Beautiful. Majestic.

  She speeds her pace. I can feel something familiar building inside of me. I can't say just what, but it feels wonderful. I want to just stay right here forever. No worries. No cares. No problems. Just the most wonderful feelings. All of them.

  I taxi the plane to the hangar. It has been a wonderful flight. I have been places, seen sights, smelled smells and tasted flavors from a time long ago. And now, the overwhelming feeling of needing to park this plane for the night is about to consume me.

  The pressure is building. She can tell. She has been here before and knows me. She reacts by squeezing and pulling me. Enticing me.

  At the edge of the hangar is a
small mound of dirt that keeps rain water from running in. As the wheels of the plane reach this small obstacle, I increase engine power to pull the plane over the hump. The machine climbs up and over, and straight into the hangar in one smooth motion.

  I loose myself into her. She has taken me, without waking me. I feel the wet softness as she consumes what's left of my excitement. I'm drifting off....

  As the big plane crosses the threshold of the hangar door I pull the power from the engines and apply the brakes, bringing it to a stop. All of the excitement and joy and wonder of the flight comes together in this very special moment. The flight is over. Safe in the hangar, the plane rests. The doors close and the night grows dark and quiet.

  The End.

  Stranger Games

  She smiled as she hung up the phone. He wanted to play a game. The adorable, naughty man had a mischievous streak. He had called to tell her he was on his way over to see her, but this time; there were a set of rules. She was to leave the door unlocked, pick a room in the house, and pretend she was going to be all alone for the rest of the night. Actually, she was supposed to pretend she was going to be all alone and desperately horny. He wanted her to indulge in a wicked fantasy and... well... touch and tease and play until she was wet and aching.

  At that point he was going to show up, a stranger wandering into the wrong house. While the stranger was exploring the house he just happened to wander into, he'd happen upon a woman in the midst of a self-induced thrall. Of course, he'd be unable to resist the temptation laid out before him, and he'd have to touch her. The scene he had set delighted her even as it made her blush. She checked her watch -- he'd be "wandering" into her home in about five minutes. She made a made dash around the house to slick on emergency lip gloss, toss clutter out of sight, unlock the door, and find the ideal spot to be discovered.

  The wardrobe decision burned a few precious minutes, but presentation was so very important. Deciding simplicity was best, she peeled off her jeans and panties and left her tee shirt and bra in place. She settled on the long couch in the lower level of the house. She wouldn't be in line of sight of the front door, but it wouldn't take much looking to find her. Stretching out on the cool cushions, she closed her eyes and tried to conjure a fantasy. The fact that he was going to be watching her was enough to send desire coiling in her belly and pooling between her thighs.