Hanna woke Monday morning feeling slightly less guilty for the roller coaster she had put her husband Don through. Her jaw ached and her throat felt tender and raw. Her arms were sore from the workout of face fucking herself with Don’s hips.
Even now, she wasn’t exactly sure what had come over her, but she was pretty sure she knew where she’d got the idea for the over-the-top blowjob. She spent nearly every waking hour the last two weeks thinking about the Friday night she’d spied on her son Pete, following him to the adult bookstore, and later seeing him naked in the shower, displaying the obvious marks of having spent the night in women’s underwear.
Since then, whenever she had time to herself, she had whipped her pussy ruthlessly to porn featuring crossdressers, sissies and transsexuals in adult theaters and gloryholes. She often felt consumed by guilt when she confronted herself with the fact that her videos of choice starred individuals that strongly resembled her son. With Don home, she had missed last Friday’s chance to continue to spy on her son. The time they had spent on the couch watching Hulu was altogether forgotten as she spent the time consumed with wondering what Pete was doing when he was supposed to be at “work.”
She became obsessed with seeing with her own eyes whatever he was doing. She began to plan. For this Friday she picked an “invisible” outfit. Not ratty enough to attract attention, not good enough to be out of place. Think about every woman at Walmart that you never actually see. They’re there, all around you, but even though you may have looked at them, you never actually saw them. It made her sad to realize that it wasn’t really that different from what she usually wore, how depressing.
She wanted to follow him into the adult bookstore this time. She had to look absolutely unremarkable! She chose a navy blue zippered sweatshirt with no logos and black leggings. She was going to leave her hair down, she tended to receive more compliments when she put it in a pony-tail or up-do, despite her chubby features.
She had a hard time waiting for Friday, so she decided to do some snooping while Pete was at work. A half hour after he left, she let herself into his basement suite and turned on all the lights. Putting on her “mom super-spy goggles,” she looked around to get a feel for things. Nothing seemed immediately out of place. The little kitchen was a bust, but she did find a post-it with the address of the adult bookstore written on it stuck to the side of the fridge. Nosing through his bathroom turned up a small tube of KY lubricating jelly and an unlabeled, but distinctly feminine bottle of perfume. Not exactly the smoking gun she was hoping for. The main room, the bedroom, was spacious with plenty of room for his queen size bed, dresser, a TV stand, and easy chair. It was also disappointingly absent of clues.
She was about to leave when her mother’s intuition caused her to slowly return to his dresser, tugging at her bottom lip in thought. She once again opened each drawer, seeing only what she had seen before, men’s clothes. Then it hit her, the top drawer of the large dresser didn’t open as far as the rest of the drawers!
Pulling it open again, it was clear this time that it only opened a little more than half way. Her heart raced as she tugged the drawer this way and that, trying to find the trick to get it opened the rest of the way. Finally, with a lift and a pull, the drawer opened completely.
Hanna practically drooled at the treasure trove in the back ten inches of the drawer. Numerous panties sat with two different bras atop an iridescent purple corset in the right half. The left side contained three dildos of increasing size and realism and various lubricants along with a make-up bag.
Her shaking hands picked up and fondled the first small, black, lacey bra. It was completely see through and only had half-cups. She was breathing hard and she unconsciously crossed and uncrossed her legs and her groin tingled and began producing enormous amount of slick juice. The next bra was padded black satin and full-cupped, there were a couple of drip-like stains on the outside, but it was clean and only smelled of laundry detergent when she smashed it against her flushed face and inhaled deeply.
She reverently picked up the corset, spilling the panties this way and that. She held her breath as she imagined Pete wearing it, it would fit him perfectly. She then discovered that underneath the corset were a pair of silicone falsies and several pairs of nylons with a garter belt. The fake tits were small B-cups at most, maybe large A’s, depending on how Pete’s own chest effected the fit.
Hanna was purposely saving the best for last. Her plain chubby fingers with their short, unpainted nails stretched trembling toward the first small, pink and white vibrator. Before she realized it, she had slipped the six-inch plastic cylinder into her mouth and she sucked on the finger sized toy as she picked up the next imitation cock. This one was a very life-like, flesh colored silicone circumcised penis. She continued to nurse on the small vibrator as she drew the toy dick along under her nose, trying to catch the slightest hint of her son’s asshole.
Without ceremony, Hanna spit the vibrator into the drawer and replaced it with the one she’d just been smelling. She moaned in disappointment as she reached for the last dildo, unable to detect odor or flavor on the medium toy. She mentally named the last one “Excalibur” as she drew it forth from the drawer, noting clinically that the tips of her fingers didn’t meet as she grasped the pitch-black phallus. It had to be around nine inches long and it had a fat mushroom head and sculpted details along its distinctly curved length.
Without a thought, Hanna had stripped naked and laid on the floor in front of the dresser. With her legs spread and in the air, she began working the tip of Excalibur into her tight pussy. She was twisting and pushing the head into her protesting hole as she flailed about with her left hand, trying to find the vibrator. She found it and with a quick twist of her teeth on the base, brought it to buzzing life.
Pressing Pinky to her stiff clit, she immediately came in a gush of fluids and groans that sounded more like sobbing that she’d care to admit.
Hanna gingerly removed the end of the black dildo from her tender pussy, she had only managed to get a few inches in. She held it over her face and began to lovingly lick her juices from the dripping tool. After clambering to her feet, she meticulously restored Pete’s top drawer to the way she had found it, retrieved her clothing from where it had landed when she had thrown it from her body and departed her son’s room, spent and unable to even care what she looked like walking through the house, naked with her clothes under her arm.
Fuck, Hanna thought. What the fuck am I even doing?
(to be continued…)
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