Jane Goes Back to School

Carla Collins was a beautiful, intelligent, loving, uninhibited, freakpig of a girlfriend. The kind of girl men would fight over to possess and fantasize about for a lifetime after they lost her. I'm honest enough to admit I loved her. I love her still. Planned a life with her once, but it didn't work out.

Her parents loved me. My parents loved her. We both liked Jimmy Buffet and Gordon Lightfoot. We were great together. All the math added up to prove the two of us should have sailed the seas of life on a grand adventure. But that didn't happen. We definitely were great together. At least we were when times were good. When times were bad it was horrible. Cups and bowls shattering against the apartment walls type of horrible. Emotionally it was worse. For both of us.

We both knew it was no way to live a life and we were both, surprisingly, mature enough to admit it to ourselves and to each other. So we took one last trip. We went to the coast and spent a glorious week on a borrowed cabin cruiser. Both of us trying to pack a lifetime of love and sex and intimate conversation into seven days of naked skin, sunshine and rum. It was magical. It was heaven. But both of us knew it was the ending to the brief love story of Carla and Sam.

Bittersweet. But friends. Always "what if" friends. I still visited her parents, Jane and Doc, on Christmas Day. She was at my parents on Christmas Eve. Each of us dragging whatever person we were dating along and insisting that they accept the situation, as it wasn't going to change. It was comfortable. She was there for my sister's sweet sixteen birthday bash. I was there for the funeral of her brother. We were friends. As deeply intimate and emotionally open as that one word could ever describe.

Then one summer BBQ at my rent house changed everything. Music was playing, several cases of Dos Equis were on ice (Original brown bottle, of course) and there were ribeyes and sirloins cold smoking on the pit. Several co-eds were getting some sun in bikini tops and cut offs. The guys were throwing a Frisbee on the freshly cut grass and peacocking to get the attention of the tanning girls.

I was flirting with a svelte redhead named Melanie. She was sticking close to me, happy to be my little step and fetch it girl. The little slut was blessed with long thick copper hair, lots of freckles, long lean thighs, a firm ass and a submissive kink.

Yep, it was a good day. It looked to be an even better night. I had ropes already tied onto the bedframe in strategic locations and the redhead wannbe slavegirl had brought her leather gimp mask and a braided black leather cat o'nine tails that looked like it would leave scars.

I was busy planning out the patterns I would leave on the skin of the barely 18 Melanie when Carla walked in with her current loser boyfriend and I watched as he went straight to MY beer without even waving in my direction. Rude little fucker.

Carla gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek as I watched him take two beers and walk away from us to join the guys in the yard.

"Real winner you got there, babe. Rude. Didn't even bring you a beer," I whispered.

"Yeah, but he has a nice boat out on the lake that I use whenever I want - so I'll string him along for the summer," she laughed.

"Bitch," I said as I pecked her cheek.

"Man whore," she replied with a smile. Watching Melanie's face as she tried to figure out this new possible obstruction to my affections "You gonna wreck this little redhead's pussy tonight?"

Yep, that's my girl. Was my girl. Life's complicated.

"Melanie, go on out there and get some sun. Show off that tiny bikini and tease the boys a little bit. It's OK if they touch you," I ordered and she hopped to obey.

"Aw.... I want one," Carla said in a pout.

"I'll share with you babe, you know that. She's got a really soft mouth."

"I need you to do me a favor and its a big one Sam," she said suddenly seriously, looking into my eyes.

"Anything Carla. You know I'm way past all in with you. Who do you want dead?"

"Nothing like that..... this time," she smiled. "I need you take care of my Mom."

"What's wrong with Jane? How can I help?" I said. I was worried and willing to shut down the party immediately if necessary.

"See that's why I'll always love you, Sam. You're half way to the door and don't even know what the problem is."

Evidently, that earned me another kiss. Right on the edge of my mouth. It was sweet.

"Tease," I said. "Really, what's wrong?"

"Mom is coming back to college for her Masters of Education degree and I want YOU to watch out for her. She'll be here Sunday night to Friday afternoon every week when Fall classes start and I'm worried she'll just sit in her apartment and study."

"Well, babe. I mean... what do you want me to do? Make sure she gets to class?"

"Take her out. Take her to the bars. Make her dance. Invite her to your parties. I want her to have fun. She deserves it."

"Carla. You have given me strict instructions to never speak to your mother about the parties I throw. Are you seriously saying that you want me to ask Jane to come to the annual Pajama Party? Does she even own a lace teddy?" I smirked.

"Well, maybe save that for next year. And I mean it. I want her to have fun but you have to keep all the horny freshmen away from my mom," Carla said.

"I don't know. That's a tall order, babe. Jane's a MILF if you get past the Mary Tyler Moore haircut and those sensible shoes. The boys'll be lining up for some.... personal tutoring," I laughed as I danced out of range of the well thrown fist I knew was headed my way.

"Asshole!" Carla yelled at me with a smile as her punch mostly missed me. "Listen, I personally think Mom needs to get laid. And it needs to be someone who will take care of her. I just don't want to know about it. Understand?"

I was silent as I weighed what I thought I had just heard. Calculated. Rechecked. Did the mathin my head. It felt like my life might depend on me not misunderstanding what Carla just said.

"Sooooo... make Jane feel safe and welcome. Show Jane around. Take Jane out to dinner. Take Jane dancing and to the movies, etc. Make sure Jane gets home safely. And if Jane invites me into her apartment.... you are saying... what? I check to see if she actually owns a lace teddy? I carry her to bed and show her why you really love me so much?"

"I'm saying that when you tell me about the nice dinner you had, the drinks you bought her, the movie you two saw together, you stop at the point where you walked my sweet, Christian, married, middle school teacher of a mother to her door and said goodnight," Carla said steadily. "And if she invites you in, I want you to keep her up all night and then make her late for class the next day like you used to make me, Sam. I always thought you had a really soft mouth baby. Be soft with my mother."

"But, what about Doc? Don't you think he'll be against this plan?" I asked as I was pretty confused.

"He doesn't ever need to know. He's had low testosterone since they've been married. Mom told me. She's pent up, Sam. She admitted that to me too. I need you to seduce her and turn her out. Gently. Make her feel like an attractive sexy woman again."

I couldn't breathe. The world stopped as Carla looked into my eyes. My heartbeat was at least 140.

"Carla, I promise that if I am.... offered the opportunity I will treat Jane exactly how I treated you," I said in all seriousness.

"Sam, remember that she's over 50. She can't take the pounding you put me through. Go slow. Be sweet. Be soft. IF she offers," Carla said quietly.

"Hell. Yes, Ma'am," I replied. My cock throbbing in my jeans.

Carla kissed me again. Soft and sweet. On the mouth. A kiss that told a ten thousand word story of her love for me. I reached out and held her hand in mine, both of us forgetting the rest of the world around us as only old lovers can do. I squeezed just a little trying to let her know that I was still hers and she could trust me with her heart and now her mother's heart as well.

"I know," Carla said as she walked away to find her rude loser boyfriend.

There were a few weeks left until Fall classes started and Carla made sure to keep me up to date on her mother's anticipated arrival. I was still spending a fortune on film, taking polaroids of a gimped up redhead in bondage and servicing one of her college classmates after I had blown a couple of loads into her cunny. Both of them were natural born freaks. Fuckpigs who had dedicated their lives to be used. Life was good.

But, even with all the rope, and whips and paddles and dripping red haired quim I was fucking..... I was always cumming to a mental image of Jane. I couldn't wait to try and seduce her.

Finally, the day came when Carla stopped by my house after moving Jane into her college apartment not too far away from my rent house. I had one redhead tied face up on my bed. I was in the middle of teaching the more dominant slut, Nikki, exactly who was the boss. The subby slave freak, Melanie, was sitting in the closet. Gagged and bagged with a black hood. The little gimp got off on being used as a sex slave. I got off on using her like a faceless sex toy. Nikki got off on - well, fucking everything, as far as I could tell.

Both of those sluts loved me just enough to lose all sexual inhibitions.

I didn't love either of them enough to spare them the least bit of pain, degradation or humiliation I could imagine.

We three were made for each other.

Of course, Carla always had a key to any house I was in and walked into the bedroom right as I was giving Nikki's throat a stretching and slapping her full tits like they'd offended me. She was blindfolded and bound at the ankles, knees and wrists. I heard the door open and looked over as Carla entered the room.

"Mmmmm. Does it suck pussy too?" Carla grinned as she crossed to me and put her arm around my waist.

"It will do whatever it's told, won't you? You dirty cumpig?" I said as I slapped Nikki's tit so hard her whole body shook.

"Look at me, Sam," Carla said. She put both hands on my face and looked into my eyes. Her mouth opened slightly and I saw her tongue peeking out. I kept thrusting into the gagging co-ed beneath me.

"Look into my eyes, baby. Hold me," Carla ordered and I complied. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close feeling her perfect pillowy breasts against my naked chest.

"I'm going to make you cum, Sam. Me. The woman you love," she whispered as she stared into my eyes.

And then it happened. Carla leaned in and kissed me. Like it was the first time we met. Or maybe like it was the last time she would kiss me on this earth. And I just lost myself in her eyes and the feel of her lips. I thrust my hips forward and unloaded my cum down Nikki's tight throat, ignoring her gagging, bucking body and muffled screams for oxygen.

"Put that street trash to sleep, Sam," Carla said quietly. "I'm still a jealous bitch when it comes to you."

I held my cock in Nikki's throat until her chest shuddered and she finally stilled before I pulled out. She immediately took a deep breath.

Sneaky whore was playing possum all along. "I'll have to remember that," I thought and gave her tits a few more vigorous slaps.

"You want some of this, my love?" I asked Carla.

"Sam, I'm all hot and sweaty and dirty down there. I've been working all day," Carla said with a grin. "Of course, this whore is going to suck my pussy. For hours."

I helped Carla remove her clothes as she took my place on Nikki's face.

She grabbed both nipples firmly and said, "Time for you to learn who the bottom bitch is in this house!"

I think I counted four strong orgasms, as I gently kissed and loved on Carla from behind while Nikki tongue fucked her swampy cunny. Carla had no compunction against just rubbing herself off on the dirty red head's face while I whispered how sexy she looked, how beautiful she was, and how much I loved her. As a friend of course. Fuck that. I loved her as I'd never loved any other woman. She's definitely bottom bitch.

Nikki had a long night. We left her tied there and grabbed the gimp out of the closet. All of us fucked on top of her and eventually slept on her. Me, Carla and little gimp Melanie. Of course, I made that subbie pig take her turn at eating pussy. Carla's of course after I'd filled her with cum. I decided Nikki's dirty snatch didn't deserve any cock.

I woke up the next day without the love of my life but with two extremely submissive sluts. Life was good. But it was time to go MILF hunting.

Carla had left a note with Jane's address and a photo copy of her class schedule on the bar beside my coffee maker. They were held down with a spare key to Jane's apartment. Just in case the note said. Carla left a snarky PS - "Do not use this key to break in and rape my mother - unless she specifically asks you to".

Monday morning found me casually sitting outside one of the main buildings of the campus. I was sitting on a low wall waiting for Jane to walk out of her first class and make her way to her next one.

I didn't have any class to go to for another hour having just finished World Lit. I actually snuck out early to make sure I would be in position to "casually" meet up with Jane.

She walked out of the building and down the steps not noticing me. She was slim and petite and wearing a skirt and blouse that reminded me of a teacher or professor and definitely not a student, but I could still see her legs were toned and her tummy was flat. She had only B cup tits. Not like the pillowy D cups her daughter had, but still she was a tight little package once you got past the mousy, librarian like exterior. Maybe it was the glasses or the shoulder length brown hair with bangs she sported. But no one gave her a second look except for me. She was my prey this morning.

I was looking directly into her eyes when she saw me. She gasped as she recognized me and my smirking grin. Then I was rewarded with a big wide mouthed smile. Almost identical, if older, to the smile that had swallowed my cock on so many occasions. Fuck I wanted this woman. And I had permission. I was going to make her forget that she was married and then when I was balls deep inside her, I was going to make her cum remembering she was cheating on her husband with her daughter's ex boyfriend.

"Well, hello little school girl!" I said playfully. I received a tight hug followed by a little slap on the arm for my comment.

"Stop Sam!" she giggled, "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for a victim actually," I said.

"A victim?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'm going dancing tonight and I'm looking for a girl with sexy toes to step on," I grinned. "What color are your toes painted gorgeous?" I flirted.

"Stop! You are horrible teasing me," she said.

"Ok, ok, no dancing tonight. How about I buy you dinner instead Jane? We can catch up."

"I'd like that," she said shyly, looking for all thr world like a girl being asked on her first date. I bet her husband wouldn't approve.

"Great! I'll pick you up at seven. Jeans and a t shirt is the dress code, sexy!" I said, quickly kissing her cheek and touching just above her ass before walking off.

"Wait! You don't know where I live!" she raised her voice to say.

"I know everything Jane!" I called back without turning around. "I'll find you."

At almost 7PM, it was dark outside as I was pulling up in front of Jane's college apartment. It was upstairs in a nice big complex, no doubt filled with college kids. I knocked on the door and started counting the seconds in my head.

One, two, thr..... yeah, she was waiting by the door. She was wearing a comfortable looking but fitted soft t-shirt and a tight pair of jeans, her feet bare except for her well worn low cut white All Stars.

The jeans showed off the womanly curve of her narrow hips, the t-shirt allowing the strap of her dark blue bra to peak out. She wasn't wearing glasses and her hair was pulled back into a low pony tail.

Oh yeah, I was going to enjoy this.

"Hello, Gorgeous. Damn you're making me hungry," I said moving in closer and staring into her eyes. "I'm ready to... eat. Are you?"

Her eyes brightened even more than before as she recognized the compliment and the insinuated invitation to ride my face like a straight seat Yamaha over a bumpy mountain trail. I'd help her climb that mountain until she reached its climax.

"Sam, that's naughty," she said half heartedly, "You shouldn't tease me like that. I'm Carla's mom."

"You're the original perfection reflected in Carla's beauty. I'm just at your feet, Jane. I can't help it," I said never breaking eye contact.

"Oh," she whispered as she looked down and moved a nonexistent piece of hair behind her delicate ear. I could see the crows feet at the corner of her brown eyes tighten as she smiled. "Thank you, Sam."

"It's simply the truth Jane and we should always be honest with each other," I replied earnestly. "Are you all ready for our first date?"

"Very," she breathed. "First date?"

"Oh, yes Ma'am. I want to see you open that door again. Many times. And every time just as happy to see me as today."

She didn't reply. She simply took a deep breath and stepped forward as if she'd made a life changing decision. I didn't step back and her movement carried her so far into my personal space that her tiny titties were touching my chest. As she pulled the door shut firmly behind her, I looked down to see her looking up at me. He eyes closer to my belt buckle than my nipples.

"I'm ready Sam," she said looking uo at me with determination. "I'm all yours. Take me.... anywhere."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied turning and sliding my left arm possessively around her. She was so small that my left hand naturally landed just under her left tit. I could feel the strap of her bra under my index finger and after we navigated down the steps, I rubbed my finger slowly back and forth on the underside of her tit as we walked to my truck.

I took her to the driver's side and opened the door. I reached down and picked her up easily around the hips and set her onto the driver's side on the bench seat of my baby. A raised Ford truck with the Explorer Package. Jane had to weigh less than a hundred pounds. Fuck, my cock was hard and throbbing already.

She scooted over as I climbed in and settled into my seat pressing the clutch and the break and turning the key.

"Sam? There's no seatbelt here," she said.

"It's OK, Mrs. Collins. I would never hurt you," I said. "I'll drive you slow... and careful. Make sure you get there safe." I moved the long shift rod into Reverse and she spread her knees wide to accommodate my hand as I deliberately and slowly ran through each gear before ending my movement up and away from her tiny pussy.

I could hear her swallow before she said, "You know Sam, that you're.... I... I'm old enough to be your mother. Are you sure you're OK with... taking me out? What will your friends think?"

"Guys will definitely be jealous. The girls are going to hate you for your beauty."

"Oh, stop Sam. You're lying. I'm not special," she said. " But what about you taking an old woman around town. How do you feel about that?"

I had pulled out of the parking space and was easing my truck out onto the road in 1st gear. As I started to answer, I made sure to time it with the shifts.

"You are special, Jane."

2nd gear. My hand within an inch of her sex. A sharp intake of breath as my arm brushed her tit.

"I know there's a connection between us. The hugs. The way you've looked at me all this time."

3rd gear away. Her right hand moving up her leg from her knee to past mid thigh as she scooted tighter into my right side. Her soft "Yes." barely audible over the big V8 engine rumble.

"Don't lie and say you haven't felt it."

4th gear. Back and down and she must have pushed her hips forward as both the gear shift knob and my hand were pressed tightly against her cunny.

I leaned my head slightly towards her ear and said in a low growl, "As for age, Mrs. Jane Collins, I'll call you mom, if you want me too." Her eyes were fixed straight ahead. Her mouth was open and her breathing was noticeably fast. My fingers were rubbing her cunny through her tight blue jeans as her hips twitched against the knob. I was driving nowhere in particular. Nowhere fast. My only goal was to stay in 4th gear and keep my hand on Mrs. Jane Collins' pussy.

"Momma," she whispered.

"What, Mrs. Collins?" I asked.

"Please, when you take me. Later or... right now. Call me Momma."

"Mrs. Collins that's," I said in mock horror; still rubbing, digging, my fingers into the now noticeably wet crotch of her jeans, "that's thoroughly wicked. Dirty. Scandalous."

"Pull over Sam. Pull over and.. and.. it's dark. No one will see. Please. Don't wait."

I'm no genius, but I'd argue that counts as an invitation. Clutch in and coasting to the next turn on to a tree lined residential street I slipped the truck out of gear and eased smoothly to the side of the street. I set the brake and shifted the truck to third as I turned off the key. I was going to need the extra room. I was glad it was a very dark night. But honestly, it was only a consideration for her. I would have pulled over in a church parking lot on Easter Sunday morning to get balls deep into Carla's mom's cheating pussy. Hell, I'd bend Mrs. Jane Collins over a pew during Sunday mass if it was on offer. Look the priest in the eye and dare him to complain.

"I slid off her t-shirt and saw thst she was barely a b cup. Sexy. Her Navy bra was lace but I didn't care about that as I pushed her back and tugged open her jeans. Next her shoes came off and I removed the jeans completely. I slid my hand up her soft toned thighs. She may have been a mature woman but there wasn't any sign of age I could see or feel as my hands slid up and removed her navy blue lace bikini panties.

"Yep, those are mine now," I thought as I unbucked my belt and pulled my 8 inch cock out of my own jeans.

Reaching for her hand, I gently pulled her up to me and leaned in. I placed a soft sweet kiss on her cheek and then her neck. A placed a little lick behind her ear and then whispered, "Ride me, Momma," as my tongue traced the outside of her left ear.

She was beautiful, breathing heavily and quivering in excitement and probably fear. It was delicious. She wasted no time in straddling her tiny body across my lap as I held her hips and continued to kiss her skin anywhere my mouth could reach.

She held my shoulders, her mouth by my left ear, her face looking out into the darkness as she used her hips and thighs to find my rock hard shaft by feel alone.

When she had it tight against the hot slit of her cunny she gasped "Oh, god!"

"Fuck Momma now, baby!" she cried.

Her while body shuddered as she pressed down and I thrust upwards, splitting her tiny cheating cunt in two. I know the neighborhood heard her low gutteral moans as she took me to the root in one swift motion and her orgasm ripped her apart.

"You're pussy is mine now, Momma," I said, causing another orgasm. A violent bucking cum that forced me to use both hands to keep her on my cock.

This was the best pussy I'd ever had.

Fully shafted into her, the base of my cock felt her tight cunt milking me while the swollen tip didn't quite fill the hollow space of this mature pre-stretched snatch. She moved her hips so that my cock tickled across her cervix as she dripped cunt slime all over us both. I was close and she was working on another earth shattering orgasm.

"You like it raw don't you Momma?"

I was answered by an indecipherable half moan, half growl and a tighter grip on my cock.

"You're a cheating tramp now. You know that right? Momma."

A scream this time and her hips moved faster that I'd see any woman's move before.

"I'm going to knock you up, you dirty cheating slut. Not even one day away from your husband and you're riding a cock. I'm going to make you a Momma again. How will you ever tell Doc?"

"Awwww fuuuuuuuck!" she screamed in my ear as I let loose a load of cum that I absolutely prayed would result in her having to admit to her husband she was having twins. At the same time, I saw Jane be completely deconstructed. It looked like her body was first electrified and them turned off piece by piece.

Mentally she had checked out as she felt my cum fill her unprotected (I sincerely hoped) and fertile (I actually prayed) cheating snatch.

She lay naked, except for her bra, across the seat of my truck. I wish I had a camera. She was completely out of it. There was no way we were going out tonight.

I put myself away and started the truck. I drove us back to her apartment and after parking, I put back on her jeans and shoes. I removed her bra and placed both it and her panties in my glove box as souvenirs. Her hair had come partially down so I tousled it nicely and leaving her t-shirt in the truck helped her from the cab and walked her half naked, freshly fucked and floppy to her door.

I took her key out of her pocket and opened the locked apartment door.

When I picked her up in my arms like a bride and carried her across the threshold I leaned down and kissed her sweetly. It was a loving, sweet kiss and I intended to include just a hint of tongue, since it was pretty much our first kiss and I was more taken with Jane than I had expected.

She returned the kiss hungrily and finished it with a deep probing tongue and said, "You did Momma so good, baby boy. Please stay with me."

"Always, Momma," I said. My cock twitched.

As I slid into bed beside her, both of us naked and sticky and neither of us caring, I kissed her neck and pulled her into me tight.

"Sweet dreams, Momma. Get some rest. I'm going to put you through your paces tomorrow morning. You're definitely going to be late for class."

She just answered "Please, baby."

I woke up in Jane's bed, to Jane's kisses along my jaw and Jane's tiny hand on my erect cock.

I gave her a passionate kiss and she stroked me as I slid my hand to the back of her neck.

"Your mouth Momma, not your hand," I said.

"Oh, uh, I don't know, I haven't really," she softly protested.

"You should be happy to suck the cock of the man who knocked you up last night Momma," I whispered gently pushing her head down.

I barely heard her submissive "Oh, god" as she slipped under the covers and wrapped her mouth around the sticky cock that she had cum on and coated last night.

Yeah, she was an amateur, but she was eager to please. I knew that I'd have to get Nikki to give her lessons. I'd introduce her to both Nikki and Melanie next week. I'm sure they'll be great friends.

I wondered what Carla and Doc were doing at that very moment. I wish Carla was under the covers with her mother. She bever ninded throating my cock and her mother could concentrate on my balls. Ah well, maybe one day.

Deciding it was time to see how the petite woman took to being bent in half and pounded into the mattress, I reached down and pulled her up by her hair.

Rolling her over and moving between her legs I asked, "How do we taste, Momma?" Then I leaned down and kissed her deeply. Making sure she knew I was the dominant participant in this little exercise.

"I'm going to take you now, Momma," I whispered in her ear. "Remind you who you belong to. Remindyou what you are."

Jane didn't have to be told to open up for me. She pulled her knees back as I slid my cock into her warm welcoming cunny.

"Oh, god, Sam. I'm yours," she moaned as I started thrusting my cock inside her.

I held her arms down and above her head as I maintained eye contact with her.

"Look at me, Jane. Don't look away. I want you to see my face when your cheating cunny clenches and quivers and you finally cum. I want to hear you admit who owns your pussy when I knock you up. Is it your husband, Momma?"

"God, no. No, no, no," she called as I short stroked her and took her breath away.

"Admit it. Tell the world who owns your cheating pussy," I said, thrusting in deeply again as her eyes never left mine and her tongue started peaking out of the corner of her mouth.

"Confess your wicked, dirty sin, Momma," I encouraged after another 20 strokes. Her tongue now hung out like a dog's in the window of a car and her little tits rose and fell with my strokes Her breathing grew shallow and ragged and her cunny tightened around the cock battering her cervix.

"Please, please, please, baby," she begged, still staring at my face, as I continued to push her legs farther back and pound harder and harder into her mature cunt. I could feel her juice dripping down my balls.

"I'm raw dogging you, Jane. And I'm going to cum in you like an old sock. What do you think Carla wants, Momma? A sister or a brother?"

Her orgasm started at "raw dogging". Locking her muscles. Another, stronger one hit as she heard her cunt comapred to an "old sock". Mentioning Carla and a new sibling completely short circuited her brain and I had to lay my full weight on her tiny body to hold her down.

"Gah Hnnngggg, you own my pussy, my cheating pussy, I'm your whore, a dirty whore mmmmm, ahhhhh, ahhhhh breed me! Breed Momma, you bastard!!"

I'd bet money several apartments heard that declaration.

Eventually, she settled down enough for me to start stroking into her cunny again.

"No! No! I can't! No more, please," she murmured constantly, as I railed into her pussy, working up to my own orgasm.

"Who owns you? Who owns your cheating pussy, Jane?" I asked.

"You do, Sam. Oh baby, you own my cheating pussy. Knock me up. Make me your whore. Tell the world. I'll do anything," she said sincerely, looking up at me as I did what I promised Carla I wouldn't do. Try to break her mother in half with my cock. She was too worn out to care how bruised she would be the next day and didn't fight it. I just laid on top of her. Her face pressed into my chest and lost myself in the feeling of thrusting into her still gripping cunt. I don't even know how she was breathing by the end.

I finally emptied my cum into her as she lay there exhausted and unmoving by thinking about her having to explain a pregnancy to her husband, her Principal and all the good Baptists at her church.

I rolled off and caught my breath.

"Jane, I never thought I'd say this but, I truly hope you're pregnant," I admitted, basking in the aftermath of seducing a woman I realized that I had loved, in some form, for awhile.

"Carla would kill you," she laughed.

"I was thinking more that Doc would, " I said.

"No, he'd kill me," she said softly. "It's unlikely you got me pregnant. But, if you did, I'm going to leave my husband and have a little Sam," she said seriously.

I turned to her and said, "Jane, I know you know this already, but I love you and unless you run me off I'm going to spend every possible second until you DO run me off between your thighs. I like Doc. But if you divorce him, I'll marry you the next day, if you'll have me."

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Seconds passed as she searched my face before she said, "My god Sam, you're serious aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm deadly serious," I confirmed.

"Carla always said you were different from other men. I believe her now. Are you seriously telling me that you intend to continue this... absolutely wonderful... little affair all semester?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"Longer. As along as youll let me, Jane," I answered honestly. I was intrigued by this woman I'd known so long and yet only truly connected with in the past few hours. Plus I wanted to delve deeper into this mommy kink she had going.

"I shouldn't have let you have me, Sam. It will ruin my marriage, my relationship with my daughter. Her love for you. She'll always love you, Sam. You can't tell her, ever," she said as she slid closer to me.

"But you did, Jane. You gave yourself to me. I saw your face. It was the truth when you said you're mone. Tell me it was all pretend and I'll kiss your cheek and go home now," I challenged.

She stared at me for a few long seconds and then said, "First, I can't lie to you, I'm yours now baby. So please, please don't break my heart." She moved closer and put one hand on my face and one hand in my hair and then said, "Second, I asked you to call me Momma. Not Jane. Jane teaches Sunday school. Momma sucks cock and her... dirty... cheating pussy... belongs to Sam forever more."

You know, I wouldn't have thought that I could fuck her again so soon. I was wrong. I kissed her deeply and rolled her over onto her face. I rubbed her back and ass and hips until she was nice and relaxed. I bred her twice more before sleep claimed us. We both lost track of her orgasms. She wasn't just late for the first day of her Tuesday/Thursday classes. She never made them at all and she lost track of the orgasms I ripped out of her body.

Eventually, I went out and got some tacos. When I came back she was asleep in the same position I'd left her. I gently picked her up, washed her in a tub of warm water and wrapped her in her fluffy robe.

I fed her by hand before tucking her into bed again about 5PM and making sure her alarm was set for the morning. I did hope that she'd wake up smelling like the cum and sweat we had left on the sheets.

As I drove home, I hoped she wouldn't change her mind about being mine.

Not gonna lie, I knew eventually Carla would find out. At least. Probably Doc too. I was still going to fuck Jane every chance I got. It was Carla's idea after all. And if Doc wouldn't go to a doctor and get some testosterone shots and little blue pills so he fuck his wife that was his loss. His wife was going to get cock somewhere. Might as well be Ol' Sam's cock that was plundering that MILF pussy.

Besides, I really did care for Jane. A lot more than I thought before starting our "first date". I wondered how Carla's claim to the bottom bitch position would work out once she discovered her mother's cunny belonged to me. That was going to be an evening to remember.

When I returned home, I walked in to find Nikki standing in the kitchen, wearing only tall black boots and brandishing a wooden spoon over the kneeling form of Melanie who was licking something off the linoleum, her face covered with a leather gimp mask and her long red hair splayed out all over the place from a hole on top. How that was even possible was beyond me, but, it was sexy as hell.

Melanie was completely naked except for the gimp mask and I could clearly see more than a dozen round red spoon sized welts on her freckled skin. I liked it.

"What are you cooking Nik? It smells like pussy in here," I teased.

Her face lit up and she smiled, "I'm trying to teach your slave how to make a lasagna, but honestly Daddy, she's useless. I'll never get this done for having to punish her constantly. Did you have a nice night?"

I knew the jealous bitch was fishing for information. But she was going to be disappointed. Sometimes I wish she was a little bit more like the gimp. Just happy to serve.

"Yes, I did. Best piece of pussy I've ever had," I said cupping her tit and making her frown. "I'll introduce you next week and I expect both you cunts to be on your best behavior around her at all times."

"Yes, Daddy," Nikki said just before landing a full armed stroke of the spoon on the side of the kneeling gimp's small but firm tit.

"Yes, Master," my gimp raised her head and said. This was followed by several more strokes of the spoon to the gimp's ass and Nikki growling that she should get back to her cleaning duties.

"Enough, Nikki. Wash its mouth out good and send it to me. My cock and balls are completely coated in cum. The gimp will clean it up.

I heard an almost continuous impact of slaps as Nikki rushed to make my gimp presentable to me as I went to my room and took off my dirty clothes.

Sitting naked in my chair, ass on the edge Nikki came in shortly after with Melanie on all fours. Her blinfold had been snapped onto her mask and she couldn't see. Nikki was using her long red hair as a leash to lead her to my bedroom. Of course, Nikki, evil bitch thst she was, took every opportunity to walk the blinded gimp into walls and door jambs out of sheer jealousy.

"I can clean you Daddy," Nikki offered.

"Hush, get the gimp on my cock and balls and then get on your knees. I've got a job for you too," I said

Nikki placed the gimp's head in the right area and Melanie got her first taste of Jane's aged cunny juice.

After Nikki hit her knees and looked st me expectantly, I said, "You like it when Daddy does you dirty? Crawl under the gimp and get your tongue in my ass. And I DO mean inside my ass, you cumpig."

I could tell that knocked her down a peg or two. But she followed commands and before long her tongue was wiggling on my ass while her fingers thrummed her swollen clit. Yeah, she was fine being used.

The gimp was throating cock like it had money inside it. No hands! I made sure and praised her the whole time. I knew it would help Nikki keep her mind right to be basically forgotten about while tonguing my sweaty asshole.

"Like pigs in slop. That's what you two always remind me of. Sloppy cumpigs. Well, Nikki more than you gimp. You're just a thing. You're less than an animal.

Clean my balls. You got such a soft mouth gimpy. Next party we have you're going to be the mouth behind the glory hole. We'll use Nikki as the toilet slave this time." I enjoyed belittling these two. They were so very much fun.

Of course, the slut Nikki came with her tongue in my ass. So as punishment I made her sit up and suck the gimp's clit.

Who this was punishment for was unclear. Nikki thought she should be above the gimp and the gimp wasn't allowed to cum under any circumstances without my direct permission. Which I wasn't going to give so... they were both punished.

Yeah, I have an 8 inch cock and Im pretty good at flirting but honestly, I fell into this situation. Believe me I'd love to say I made this happen, but honestly it was all their choice.

Still, its good to be a King.

Even if one of my queens was a rampaging fuckslut and the other required attention constantly to reinforce her "Sleeping Beauty kidnapped and turned into to a sex slave" fantasy. Thank you, Anne Rice, you twisted whore.

Fortunately, I made good money and had plenty in savings but eventually these two were going to have donate to the cause. I'd probably whore them out at some point. Yeah, definitely.

Then we'd see if they were really committed to this fucked up relationship.

But until then, I'd make them my partners in exploring the limits of the darkness inside one Mrs. Jane Collins.

~Ch. 02 will be out soon.~