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Foster Davis: The seduction of mommy

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Foster Davis


The seduction of mommy

CHAPTER ONE

It was noon and, except for the continuous soft purr of the refrigerator and an occasional drip from the bathroom faucet, the house was quiet.

Arlene was alone. Her son and daughter would be at Washington High School until midafternoon. At six her husband would arrive home from work. These next precious hours she had to herself.

Her hips began to undulate in anticipation of what would now begin. Her trembling fingers crawled across the taut flatness of her naked stomach. Beneath her the king-size mattress responded to her shifting weight.

Masturbation. Her own dirty little secret. Every time got wilder than the last, more wicked, more elaborate, more exhausting. At times she felt disgusted with herself. She was too old to waste half her afternoons engaged in lonely self-indulgence. It wasn't normal for a thirty-three-year-old housewife to have such overpowering sexual urges. Or was it? What about Madge down the block and Karen across the street. It was no secret that they were having extramarital affairs. And what about Barbara next door? Judging by the clothes she wore, you'd think she was a hustler. And once at a party she had emerged from a bedroom so mussed and disheveled that Arlene and everyone else watching knew what had happened. The mere thought of adultery made Arlene cringe. It was something she could never do. Never. Even though her afternoons were often spent in bed, her fingers playing havoc with her throbbing clitoris while she imagined various men pumping their hot sperm into her thirsty vagina, the concept of having a real penis stuffed up inside her seemed repulsive. The only cock she had ever had between her legs was her husband Hal's, the man she loved. And she was determined that his would always be the only one.

It wasn't Hal, though, who filled her mind at the moment. It was Ralph, a friend of her son's, a muscularly overdeveloped sixteen-year-old. It had been he who had bagged her groceries yesterday, and when he had helped her take the bags to her car their thighs had accidentally brushed against each other. The fleeting contact had meant nothing to Ralph, but Arlene had been dismayed to find upon arriving home with the groceries that her panties were soaked clear through. Though she had struggled to keep her arousal from surfacing, she had finally been forced to excuse herself from the dinner table and had gone into the bathroom where she had quieted her lust with ten minutes of vigorous masturbation.

Now she spread her legs wider and writhed, her bare body beginning to perspire slightly as her fingers neared her vagina. Scattered untidily on the pillow, her blonde hair reflected the thin stream of sunshine that leaked between the shutters.

In her fantasy, Ralph had come over for some undefined reason. She was alone in the house, but she had invited him in anyway. Almost immediately, she had smothered him with a wet, passionate kiss and whispered, "Fuck me!" in his ear. They had rushed into the bedroom, stripped naked and now lay side by side on the bed.

Arlene's mouth opened and she expelled a hot gasp as her finger touched lightly against the wet flesh along her clitoris. Her tongue lashed out and made several circles, dampening her lips. She closed her eyes, and whispered sexily, "Oh, Ralph!"

She worked the middle finger of her right hand into the juicy puffed-out lips of her pussy. Using the digit as a tiny phallus, she made rhythmic in and out strokes. Her left hand wandered up across her tightly drawn stomach to touch the undersides of her ample breasts. She pushed one breast up as far as she could, bowing her head down to it. Catching the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, she aimed the bud toward her face. Then, sticking her tongue out as far as she could, she managed to make contact with the tit. She felt a sexual tingle grow within her as she spread her saliva around the throbbing nipple.

Her thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as her steadily probing finger drove her to still higher states of arousal. She straightened her legs and spread them farther apart, curling her toes and feeling the silky bedspread tease her calves into sensual awareness.

Her finger… Ralph's finger… became more savage as it seesawed in and out of the now flooded vaginal passage. A very low, throaty moan came from deep within her, repeating itself every few seconds, growing louder and more intense as she worked herself into a fever of sexual abandon.

She pretended it was young Ralph sucking her breast and pinching her nipple into glorious hardness. She opened her hazy eyes and gazed at herself, watching her belly heave, watching her thighs quiver and perspire as her finger was swallowed again and again by her grasping cunt. It gave her lewd fascination to see the finger gobbled up by the hidden cave within the forest of coarse blonde hair. She imagined that Ralph was hovering above her, his brown eyes peering down at her wanton nudity, his cock hard and swollen and throbbing.

The normal Arlene – the shy, inhibited, proper housewife – was nowhere present. Afterward she would loathe herself for indulging in this juvenile hour of self-abuse. But right now she felt marvelously sexual, wonderfully whorish. Not too long from now she would be jerking all over the bed climaxing, and later she would hate herself, and tomorrow she would do it again because she couldn't help it.

"God!" she whispered. "God, it's so good!"

She stroked her cunt rapidly with her sex-lubricated finger. Each time she drove it in, her palm slapped against the upper part of her vagina, stimulating her swollen clitoris.

She knew it was time now, time to do those perverse things which excited her so much but made her feel so dirty afterward. She released her grip from the breast she'd been feeding into her mouth, allowing the tit to whip back into its natural position. Rolling onto her side while still finger-fucking her vagina, she reached out and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She probed to the backmost part of the drawer, shoving aside the various paperback books and cosmetics. Her fingers found the silk scarf. Wrapped inside were a phallic-shaped battery-powered massager and a candle two inches wide and ten inches long. After a short hesitation, she opted for the candle, leaving the massager hidden in the scarf where sometime soon – perhaps tomorrow – she would remove it and use it against her wet and pouting cunt lips and around the sensitive edges of her quivering clitoris.

While she extricated the candle from its hiding place, her finger played frantically within the sloppy wet recess of her vagina.

A lecherous smirk formed on her face as she gazed at the thick candle with lust-blurred eyes. She brought the candle slowly toward her mouth, her tongue lashing out, unable to make contact with the wax phallus because she deliberately held it just out of reach.

Between her legs, her hand was making energetic plunges into the sucking well of her vagina. Her legs were spaced so widely that the pressure on the inner portions of her muscular thighs was almost unbearable. But still she kept them painfully stretched because the exertion reflected the intensity of her lust.

She continued to fix her gaze on the flesh-colored candle. She envisioned that it was Ralph's penis, and the very nearness of it to her wide-spread lips sent her teetering on the edge of sexual insanity.

She began to breathe forcefully, heaving her belly outward while inhaling, squeezing in so tightly upon exhaling that her ribs showed vividly.

Too hot to delay any longer, she brought the candle down to her anxious lips. She pushed the instrument against her mouth. It was so thick that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it, and once the waxy shaft entered her mouth she couldn't keep from scraping her teeth against it. She lavished great amounts of saliva on it and twirled her tongue around the semi-blunt end where the wick hung-out. Her jaws were forced open, straining the muscles around her ears. But she licked and sucked feverishly, gulping down the flood of saliva in an effort to keep from choking. The swampy folds of her cunt were likewise flooded, and she relished the delicious feel of her juices gushing out to dribble along her fingers, to saturate the hair around and below her pussy, to stream across her constricting buttocks and blemish the spread beneath her.

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