A Night Out, A Mother’s Nylons S.S.

A Night Out, A Mother's Nylons S. S.

Josie's Note

Dearest Readers.

Thank you so much for your comments and support over the past year. I love you all.

This is a standalone story involving characters we explored in My Mother's Nylons, a 16-part series involving a young man whose mother trained him to be her greatest lover. It would be helpful to read that series first, but not essential.

This is a story about Anna Grant, 37, fulfilling a promise she made to herself to enact every sexual fantasy she has ever conceived. The story involves a very big transformation for Danny, the son Anna has meticulously trained over many months in bed to be such a great lover that four gorgeous goddesses line up to have sex with him.

The timeline of this story is sometime between Chapters 13 and 14 of My Mother's Nylons, before Danny drops the incest bomb on Hailey.

If you want to see images of most of my characters, including AI reproductions of the real me, go to my website as shown on my profile. Litart dot ca.

And of course, comments are MOST welcome!

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If you've followed my adventures from My Mother's Nylons, you'd know my mother Anna is a most remarkable woman. She's overcome so many obstacles in her life.

For one thing, she suffers from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. In Mom's case, her Obsession is sex and her Compulsion is to have as much sex as she can possibly fit into a 24-hour day. My mother's compulsion is magnified by several factors.

Firstly, Mom suffers from a rare brain disorder. It sounds serious and it is, but it's completely treatable with daily dopamine-based drugs. In very rare cases, these drugs have an extremely powerful side effect on the brain: relentless and overwhelming sexual desire.

This sexual side effect in my mother is vastly greater in intensity than anything her doctors have been able to find from their exhaustive medical research. She is so horny, almost without respite day and night, her doctors considered taking her off the drugs for her own safety. But the effect on Anna's brain if she did not have the drug therapy would be devastating. Besides, as Anna had explained to her doctors, she likes being savagely horny. It's a part of who she is. And what's the harm? she'd argued. After all, her husband is the willing and happy recipient of her relentless sexual aggression. He satisfies her completely, she'd assured them, and together they are deliriously happy.

Except my mother was lying to her doctors. George, her husband and my father, left her a year ago. Anna's sex drive broke his brain and wore out his body, rendering him into a useless husk of a man.

There's more.

My mother was born with a mutated pussy. Her sex organ has a double clitoris and a G-spot so huge and sensitive she calls it her G-tube. Her pussy is alive with nerve endings so numerous and sensitive that when stimulated, drive her insane with lust. They deliver orgasms so powerful, most women would be reduced to babbling, drooling puddles of jelly.

Anna has poly- multi-orgasmic capacity. The poly- part means she can cum from sexual stimulation from nearly anywhere on her body. The multi- part means she can cum a dozen or more times in one sexual encounter. Each of Anna's orgasms is stronger than the last, growing in intensity until they become so powerful she often passes out. Of course my father was never capable of taking her that far, so when he faded to sleep from exhaustion, she'd pull out her massive collection of sex toys and keep going. Those sex toys got a lot of use.

So it isn't surprising my mother is a sex addict of the highest order. Her brain and her body are 100% tuned for sex and when she gets it, her orgasms are brain-breakingly powerful.

My father. I wasn't kidding about him.

One day I found the letter he left behind when he'd moved out. In it, he'd described their life together in a typical 24-hour period.

Twice daily she'd force him to ingest powerful ED drugs, a dose in the morning and a dose in the evening, to keep him perennially hard.

Each night she'd drag him to bed no later than 9:00 PM, frequently earlier. She'd demand sex until midnight or longer, during which time she'd cum six or seven times. In the middle of the night, it would not be unusual for her to wake him from a deep sleep, either with her pussy on his mouth, or his dick in hers. She would not stop until they had both orgasmed, in her case multiple times. In the morning, he wasn't permitted to get out of bed until he'd fucked her or sucked her to at least one orgasm.

Occasionally she'd show up at his work for lunch, having rented a room midtown where she would ply him for sex. Or she might hide under his desk during a meeting and blow him in the presence of his unsuspecting clients. Mom and Dad could never drive anywhere without Anna pulling his dick out and slithering her fat juicy lips around his cock while he was navigating traffic. The backs of taxis, especially at night, were fertile hunting ground for her cum-addicted mouth.

And if you think that's something, the weekends were insane. Once a month or so, on a Friday night she'd lure him into their bedroom and bolt the door. I wouldn't see him until Monday after school. She'd venture out occasionally for supplies, but as I later found out, he was usually tied to the bed or some other restraining apparatus in their rooms, so I rarely saw him on those weekends. I'd only found out later he wasn't always a completely willing prisoner.

Some of her favorite sex games were to dress him up in her sexy nylons and lingerie, then fuck his brains out after tying him to the bed. She desperately wanted him to go out on a date with her while dressed as a woman, but there he held his ground. That, he'd said, was a non-starter.

Over time, his resistance to Anna's advances became more pointed. Oh, she tried to bring him around. But he became increasingly difficult. He grew even more distant, more resistant. In time, he'd withheld sex altogether. This denial drove her insane with lust. She tried everything to bring him around. Sexy lingerie and nylons, sexual shock therapy, even reducing her demands on his body. But none of it worked.

As a final desperate measure, Anna lured my father to Vegas where she surprised him by checking him into a BDSM hotel. Before he could protest, four gorgeous Amazonian dominatrices surrounded my father and dragged him kicking and screaming into their darkest sex dungeon. They lashed him down and worked him over non-stop for four days and nights. Their plan was to turn his brain using continuous sex therapy, feeding him ED drugs and fucking the resistance out of him. Near the end, Anna would take over and finish him off.

It didn't work. Of course it didn't work. When they got back home he left her, a bruised and broken man.

But that's not all.

My mother's a Ph. D. in applied mathematics. She teaches Calculus at New York University. She's written a book - Partial Differential Equations and the Search for Extraterrestrial Life.

Yeah, she's brilliant too.

So it may not surprise you to learn that my mother is a scholar of the sexual arts. She could teach sex at the post-doctorate level, if such a thing existed. But there are no students for such a curriculum.

Except me.

This past summer, my mother Anna was my sex teacher. She spent four months molding me into her greatest lover. She taught me what a woman needs in a man if he is to satisfy her completely. She taught me female anatomy. I learned about female sex-brain chemistry. She taught me how to pleasure her almost beyond her endurance, giving her mind blowing orgasm after orgasm. She'd explained that by delaying my own reward, I was giving both of us pleasure beyond compare. She'd said if I learned her lessons well, gorgeous women would be clamoring to have sex with me and the good ones, the married ones, would pass me around like a sexy pair of shoes.

She taught me how to last inside a woman's pussy for hours if I wanted, or if she did.

My mother and I spent an entire summer in bed, starting with a four-day marathon of non-stop sex.

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Author's note: All this is portrayed in my series My Mother's Nylons!

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In short, my mother is my sex goddess, and I would do anything for her.

Anything.

Even what she has planned for me tonight.

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My older sister Erika turned to kiss my mother and me goodbye. She was meeting Hailey, who had lived in my dorm earlier this year at college in Albany. I haven't seen Hailey since I left school and moved back to New York to live with Mom. Hailey quit school herself last month and moved to New York to get a job.

When Erika first laid eyes on Hailey last fall, it was lust at first sight. Tall, athletic, with long brilliant red hair, full red lips, spectacular legs and a body that wars could be fought over. Hailey asked me out a few times, but I'd declined because I was having regular sex with her equally gorgeous mother Josie.

Erika is a doppelganger of my mother, an exact replica, right down to their rather unique physiology.

The instant the door closed, my mother took my hand and led me into her bedroom, gesturing for me to sit on the edge of the bed. She closed the door and stood with her back to me, staring at the wood, the flat of her hand resting on the stained oak of the frame, as if for support.

Something was on her mind.

My eyes swept her body from toe to head. From the black suede 4-inch Jennifer Chamandi stiletto heels, her long shapely legs were adorned with glossy black ultra-sheer fully fashioned Gio nylons, their back seams running from the sexy double-triangle Charleston heel pattern of the fine nylon stockings, up the prominent calf muscles of her lean legs, to the mid-thigh hemline of the buttery-soft black leather miniskirt that clung to her full round hips like a second skin, tailored dramatically to her tiny wasp-like waist. Tucked into the skirt, she wore an ultra-sheer plain white blouse, its gossamer fabric revealing the smooth muscles of her back and shoulders, framing two feet of thick black waves of her massive curly mane.

Fuck she's sexy.

Anna turned abruptly to face me. She leaned her shoulders against the door, her hands grasping the doorknob behind her back. Her fat crimson lips glistened in the low bedroom light. They'd formed a juicy pout, as if eager for a kiss, or perhaps for something else.

Anna slid her wet tongue along her upper lip. It's one of her tells. She's ready to pounce. "Notice anything different, Danny?"

Can't say that I did.

I shook my head, but it felt like I was being tested.

Anna graced me with a gentle smile and stepped towards the bed, taking her time, the clack, clack, clack of her heels resounding on the hardwood plank floors.

Her eyes never left mine as she closed the gap between us. Her hips swayed suggestively; her mouth was slightly open; her hands hung casually at her side. The walk of a professional runway model, one foot placed in front of the other, tits out, gaze straight ahead, laser focused on me.

Coming to a stop before me, my mother placed her wrists on my shoulders and laced her fingers behind my neck.

Keeping her legs straight, she bent down at the waist, puckered her glossy crimson lips a mere inch or two before my eyes and blew a gentle breath into my face. Sitting as I was on the edge of the bed, her massive breasts were at eye level. At home, Anna rarely corralled them in superfluous undergarments. Braless, or under sheer lingerie, or even bare was the norm about the apartment. Today her breasts strained to get out of the confining blouse; the two top buttonholes were stretched taut. Her nipples were rock hard and struggled desperately to poke through the thin fabric.

"Nothing different?" Her breath was damp and honey sweet. The glassy pools of her brilliant green eyes drew me into her power, and I was lost in a deep, timeless, hypnotic stupor.

And then I got it.

In fact, I was a total chump for not being on the extreme lookout for this exact situation.

"Last August, when..." I started.

"... when Erika knocked on my door," my mother continued.

"Six months ago."

Anna looked at my mouth. "Six months since..."

I put my hands on her hips. "It's been half a year since we've had a night alone together."

She kissed my nose with those fat, sticky lips that drive me insane. Then she looked into my eyes again. "Whatever shall we do?"

"I can think of about a dozen things."

"Are you hungry?"

I laughed, looking towards her pussy. "Definitely."

"Not what I meant. I meant really. Are you hungry?"

"A little I guess."

"Baby, before our first long weekend together, way back when, before your training, before you were my greatest lover? Do you remember what I said?"

I thought back. She'd said a lot of things. "You mean about delaying my orgasm until after my woman is completely satisfied?"

"Yes there's that."

"You mean when you told me if I could love a woman's body more than my own, if I got vastly more joy out of the act of love making than from the orgasm itself, that if I truly believed those things, women would be beating down my door to bed me?"

She smiled. "Yes, that too. But I also asked how far you were willing to go to make your commitment to me."

"I remember."

"Do you remember this? If I were sitting in a restaurant and asked you to slip under the table and lick my pussy to orgasm, would you do it? Even if there was a risk of getting caught?"

"I already proved that."

"For Erika."

"Right. Is that what you want?" I was totally game for that.

"I also asked: what if we were driving on the interstate in bumper-to-bumper traffic. So to break the monotony I were to pull out your dick and give you a long, slippery blowjob, even if any trucker driving past will see the whole thing? That shocked you, as I recall."

"I'd do it, absolutely." Where was she going with this?

"There was something else. Something your father would never, ever do, even as I begged him."

Yep. I remember. "Nylons," I said.

"You do remember. Yes, I asked you..."

Here it comes. I completed her sentence. "... If I would wear nylons for you at a restaurant. Let you dress me up like a girl."

"Oh baby yes! It's one of my greatest fantasies and maybe the biggest one I've never fulfilled in my whole life. I've thought it through a hundred times in my head. How I'd dress you, how we'd sit in the restaurant together all lovey-dovey, how we'd find some gorgeous public places to have sex, then I'd hustle you home and together we'd give this mutant pussy of mine the workout of her life. I begged George to do this for me. You wouldn't believe the depraved promises I made to him - what I said I would do for him if he agreed. The things I promised him would make a Canal Street hooker blush with embarrassment.

There was only one answer to that.

"I'll make the reservation."

Anna nearly swooned in response. She put her hands on my cheeks, planted a long, wet kiss on my mouth, and broke it with a loud smack. "If Erika comes home, and I really doubt she will, I'll tell her to sleep somewhere else tonight."

"It's only fair."

"Okay, baby. Make the reservation for that dark little place in Tribeca we like so much on West Broadway. The one with the private booths in the little room at the back? What time is it? Eight? Make it for ten-thirty. We've got work to do!"

She turned and quick-stepped toward her closet. I grabbed my phone and made the res.

When I walked into her closet, Anna was sitting in the elegant, padded chair, her legs crossed. The fine mesh of her black Gio nylons reflected the LED lights off her upper-crossed thigh, adding a sexy warmth to the pheromone-filled room.

"I don't have a lot of things that will fit you. We'll have to go shopping some time baby, assuming this is going to be a regular thing."

"Is it?" I was definitely not fully committed to this yet.

"We shall see," she smiled, which meant of course she intended that it will.

Anna uncrossed her legs and stood to face a double-level rack full of skirts of all lengths, colors, and styles. "I do have some stretch-waist mini skirts. Let me see..."

Then she stopped in mid-move. "Oh damn!," she said, bitterly. "We don't have any shoes. Nothing to fit you. That's no good. That's no good at all."

"Do you want to take a rain check?"

She stopped to think. "No! We don't have to. This is New York, right? In this town, we can get any thing, any time. Now where's my phone?"

Anna grabbed her phone and found the app she was looking for. She scrolled through several screens, each depicting some article of clothing. Her fingers were a blizzard of motion. "Here! Oh yes. This one! Okay into the cart. Got it!"

Anna sucked in a breath and continued to scroll and peck. She was laser focused, shutting out every possible distraction. "Oh fuck YES! I want that one, I want that one, I want it I want it I want it... Come on, be in stock, be there, be there, be there, GOT IT! Yes, yes, yes, YES! Okay that's it. Now checkout. Stored card, what's my PIN? Here it is. Okay, okay. Now, delivery. Fuck I love this place. 24 / 7 one-hour delivery for that fashion emergency. Putting in my number, validating... validating... validating...

"GOT 'EM! I got everything! Oh baby you're going to look soooo good! You're going to get so hard when you see what I got for you!"

Anna never ceases to amaze me. She has a user account with an emergency supplier of high fashion. With a one-hour delivery window on a Saturday night.

Only in New York.

"Okay baby, time's a wasting! In my bathroom there a little bucket full of pink razors. Grab a couple and take 'em to your bathroom. Draw a hot bath. The hotter the better. I want you to shave your legs, all the way. Your groin too. Shave your "pussy" for me baby. And grab a file. Smooth out those callouses on your feet and trim your nails. Go on, off you go. You've got a lot of work to do. I'll come in later and help you out."

In ten minutes I was in a hot bath full of soapy bubbles. Obviously I've never shaved my legs before and I'd have to be careful not to cut myself. I'd already trimmed my bush with scissors before I got into the tub.

A few minutes later, Mom poked her head inside the door. "How you doing baby?"

"I'm okay lover, but I'm having trouble with some parts."

"Show me." She stepped into the bathroom wearing a tight, black silk kimono. Without hesitation, she untied the belt and let the one-piece fall to the floor.

Oh fuck. My mother's spectacular naked body stood before me. From her huge, firm breasts to her tiny wasp waist, from her long lean athletic legs to her full round hips and swollen, glistening pussy, she was a wet dream come true.

She climbed into the bath with me. Her hair was pinned up to keep it dry.

My gorgeous mother sat in the steamy water facing me, our legs intertwined. She playfully pushed her sexy little foot into my groin and grinned. The head of my hardening dick poked through the surface of the soapy water. "Let's see."

To show her properly, I had to rise up onto my knees, my torso upright. Of course my dick pointed straight at Anna's mouth. She smiled and gave it a little squeeze.

"Too tempting, baby. I'll save that treat for later. But I do see the problem."

Anna upended a bottle of liquid soap and squirted a healthy dose into her hands. She spread the slippery goo all over my skin around my cock and balls. Her hands worked sensuously around my skin, her fingers gently massaging and kneading me, causing my cock to twitch and bounce. She slid a soapy hand under my balls to the perineum and danced her fingers around that super-sensitive area.

It was heavenly. I resolved we had to take more baths together.

Taking the razor from me, she took hold of my cock with the slender fingers from her left hand and leaned in so close she could have kissed it.

But she didn't.

Working carefully, she scraped the soap off my skin above my sex, giving me a close, careful shave. Dipping the razor into the water, she worked around my legs, under my balls, and around the back. The pleasure of feeling the gentle glide of the razor on my skin was amplified a dozen-fold because my gorgeous mother was so loving, so invested in the result. I was overwhelmed with a sense of connection.

"I can't wait to get you all girly baby. This is going to be so much fun."

Yeah. I was a little nervous about that. Just how "girly" were my mother's intentions for me?

But I had to remind myself this is what I signed up for. Right from the beginning. If I'm this connected to her sexy imagination, if she projects her most deeply-felt sexual fantasies on me, then I'm all in. One hundred percent.

"Have you done this before, Anna?"

"Oh, I tried to get your father on the crossdressing train. Believe me I tried. But he thought it was abnormal. He thought it wasn't 'manly'. Which it wasn't, obviously. I mean, that's the whole idea, right? It didn't matter to him that my sex drive went ballistic when I got him even half-way there."

"Your sex drive is always ballistic, honey," I said with a smile.

"You've got me there. But this way it's different. Like when you and I play with nylons. But bigger. Deeper. A whole other level. Trust me, I've got gorgeous, super-sexy dress-up plans for you, baby. I nearly cum just thinking about them. What do you think of that?"

I think it's going to be a long night. "I saw you ordering heels for me. I've never walked in heels before."

"I got you some strappy, secure, clunky heels. Only three inch. You'll do fine. I'll show you. This is going to be so much fun! Wait 'til I get a corset on you!"

"Corset?" That didn't sound like fun to me.

"Absolutely! You're already so slim, but when I pinch in your waist a bit and give you some lovely heft up here..." Anna pushed her breasts up and out from the side, making my dick throb once again, "... well, I'm going to make you stunning."

"I'm getting breasts?"

"Of course dear. You can't be a sexy woman with absolutely nothing up here, can you? You, my love, are going all out, full on, one hundred percent, fuck-me-to-next-Tuesday, slut. By the time I'm done with you, men will be staring at you, not me."

I doubted that.

"Okay baby. You. Are. Done." Anna stood out of the bath. Her dripping pussy was at eye level.

Yummy.

But she was all business.

"Dry yourself off and report to my closet." Anna donned her kimono and disappeared out the door in a flash.

After toweling off, I put on a white terry bathrobe and walked into Anna's sanctuary. It's actually a suite of rooms she had converted after she'd bought the apartment.

Anna's bedroom is the original primary bedroom. Her 'closet' and dressing area were formerly the third bedroom, custom-converted to Anna's exacting specifications. The clothes are stored in a 10' X 12' section. Everything is arranged in exact, perfect neatness, nothing out of place. This slavish attention to organization and detail is a product of Anna's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Her success as a tenured professor of mathematics, and her preternatural ability to orgasm just about anyplace, anytime with the intensity of a tornado are wonderful side effects to her OCD.

Within her closet are two highboy chests of drawers. One is dedicated to my mother's nylons. Each drawer is divided into forty independent rectangles, a pair of nylons assigned to each. That means space for two hundred and forty pairs of pantyhose, bodystockings, thigh-high stay ups, fishnets, and nylon stockings.

Her nylon stockings are organized into Reinforced Heel & Toe, Sandal Toe, and Nude Toe, Seamed and Unseamed, and classic seamed Fully Fashioned nylons, with lots of different heel patterns ranging from Manhattan, Cuban, Charleston, Savannah, Harmony Point, and many others. Many in multiple fineness of mesh, or denier. Some of her finest nylons are 6- and 7-denier, meaning they're so light and filmy they're almost invisible.

Beside this highboy is a large cedar chest that contains Anna's nylon castoffs, the ones she's worn but which developed a run or flaw of some sort. She's never in her life discarded a single pair of nylons. They're all there - twenty years' worth - two or three thousand pairs of nylons, each one infused with a tiny bit of my mother's ultra-powerful pheromones.

I know all about that cedar chest. Many months ago I buried myself in that massive collection of sexy nylons, where the sum of her pheromones utterly overwhelmed me, giving me hallucinations and turning my brain to mush.

The other highboy is reserved for her sexy underthings, from garter belts, sheer gloves, panties, thongs, corsets, bustiers, sheer bras, chokers, halters, skintight tank tops, and catsuits. She also has an impressive collection of vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, a cock cage (I know all about those last two), hand cuffs, and plenty of other sexy little toys.

Of course I couldn't forget the rechargeable FIST 2000 V6 male masturbator with Bluetooth and AI technology, complete with a refillable-on-the-fly lube reservoir. My memory flooded back to the time when, as part of my sex training, Anna had cuffed me to her bed and put that evil creature on my cock for hours and hours while she jilled herself off at my feet, ostensibly to teach me how to stimulate women to cum, but I suspected really to torture me into perennial hardness.*

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*See My Mother's Nylons Ch. 04 for the juicy details of that encounter.

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I'm pretty sure she'd been horny too and just needed to cum a few times while the FIST had taken me out of service.

The other three walls of Anna's closet are covered with racks and shelves jammed with sexy dresses, miniskirts, baby dolls, cocktail dresses, body cons, designer wear, vintage dresses, blouses, sweaters, jeans, pants, short shorts and a stirring selection of fetish and stripper wear (mostly bedroom only). She also has a high rack, four feet wide, jammed with sky-high stiletto shoes, thigh-high leather boots, and her beloved 1940's vintage leather shoe collection.

A closet fit for a beautiful sexy woman with a personality to match.

Adjacent to her closet is her dressing area, which includes a low platform to stand on, surrounded on three sides with full-length mirrors and professional studio lighting. Her makeup table is luxuriously large, with lighting adjustable for day or evening, and several mirrors at all angles. A large chest full of jewelry and accessories stands beside her makeup table.

Beyond her dressing room is Anna's bathroom with its massive stone-tile steam shower big enough to have sex lying down (been there, done that), a luxurious porcelain tub, and a large stone sink with a sparkly white quartzite counter.

In this suite of four rooms, Anna is queen. This is her sanctuary. I've never shaken the feeling that I'm intruding, even just a little.

"There you are baby. Let's get a look at you. Make sure I didn't miss anything important."

I opened my robe and Anna bent down. She picked up my dick as if it was just something in the way so she could examine her shaving job closely.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself," she said.

There was a buzz in the living room. "Oh goody, your outfit is here!"

She tightened her kimono and scampered into the living room. I heard her thank and tip the doorman. In a few moments she returned carrying a double armload of boxes and bags. She dumped the lot onto her bed and turned to me.

"Come here baby and see what I got for you. I hope I got all the sizes right. I've been eying your legs, especially in nylons, and I think you're going to look absolutely stunning. You have really shapely legs, did you know that? Now that they're all shaved, you're going to look delicious! I may just eat you all up instead of my dinner!"

First out came the shoes. As my mother promised, the heels were clunky for stability, and about three inches high. Three white cardboard boxes about the size of a paperback novel and a quarter-inch thick were labeled 'Cervin'. Anna squealed with delight when she saw those.

"Oooo, Danny your very own Cervin nylons! Of course you're welcome to mine any time, but these are a size down. After all, my legs have got to be four inches longer than yours so these will be perfect!"

She pulled a pair out by the welts. The diaphanous creatures were so sexy, so sheer, so long, they seemed to reach out, begging to caress and be caressed, to be worn, to temp and enslave all who enter their sexy presence.

I felt a swelling in my pants at the sight of those. Anna's enthusiasm to get me in them helped a lot.

Next came the dress.

Oh boy.

I've never come close to thinking about wearing a dress before. Certainly not in public. Sure, when I came home from my first year of college that spring, Anna quickly convinced me of the sensual pleasures of nylons. I instantly loved them for their sexy feel on my skin, how they accentuate touch, how they send little electric shocks coursing through my body when Anna runs her nails along my nylon thigh.

But a dress! How could a dress possibly do anything for me? Certainly not make me horny. Not even close.

Right?

But one thing seems clear: Anna's plan for me for this night was making her so horny I'm wondering if we'll even make it out of the apartment once my transformation is complete.

Needless to say, I'm all in on tonight. I'll do anything to fulfill my mother's eternal fantasy. To be the object of Anna's lust, doubled from her usual ten out of ten, is the stuff of fantasy land.

She held the dress up to my shoulders. The hemline fell to mid-thigh. It was a heavier material than Anna usually wears, but still very soft and flowy. It was high-cut just below the neck and pinched slightly at the waist. There was a matching belt. The dress was a dark green, with a small, elegant pattern of heavy black crosshatching.

On anyone else, I'm sure the dress would look wonderful and sexy.

Next was the corset. It was made of very light, thin nylon, sporting many adjustable clasps and nylon strings, front and back. Six garters hung from the bottom.

There was also a pair of shoulder-length lacey opera gloves.

Anna looked at me, her eyes shining. "Aren't these wonderful? And on such short notice too! I'm so excited! This is going to be soooo sexy. I'm horny already. Okay, come on baby, it's make-up time!"

Here we go.

Now I do have very fine features. I'm quite slim, with high cheekbones and hollow cheeks. It seems Anna has a plan.

She led me back into her dressing area where she sat me down with my back to the mirror. She didn't want me to see or comment on anything before she was done.

"This is the part that's going to take the most time. So sit back and relax. And no peeking!"

Her short kimono was loosely tied at the waist. Her glorious breasts were beginning to fall out the front.

"Put your knees together baby. I'm going sit on you so I can get real close."

Anna straddled my legs and sat down on my thighs, her bum resting on my knees. Her breasts were pointed right at my neck, her mouth at eye level. She was so close I could feel her heat. Every little exhale of her breath tickled my forehead and filled me with her scent. It took a lot of willpower not to pull her body to mine and bury my face in her tits.

"I've dreamed of doing a man's makeup while sitting on him like this. It's so sexy. Don't you think?"

The boner pushing out through my housecoat was all the answer she needed.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes'. First I'm going to shave all the little bits of errant hair around your face, ears, and neck."

With a disposable pink razor, Anna carved everything off, making me completely smooth between my chest and my hairline.

"Now, I'm going to pluck your eyebrows. This'll take a few minutes. I'll need to do a lot of clean up. Here we go."

"Ouch!" Do women actually do this to themselves?

"Don't be such a baby. Won't take long."

Little sharp stings dotted across my forehead, as my mother worked with expert speed and skill. I loved that she rested the heel of her hand on my cheek for some of it. It felt very intimate. She picked up a small bottle next.

"First I'm going to apply a deep cleanser. This raw, organic coconut cream will clean your skin right into the pores. There we go. That looks good. Now I'll scrub your face gently with a hot cloth."

With a rough little pad, she deep-cleaned my face.

"Now a little exfoliating on your lips. Make them nice and smooth. And even more kissable!"

Another rough little pad.

"Hey!" I said.

"What?"

"You said that thing made me more kissable."

"The hell I did!" My mother leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine, slipping her tongue between my lips. We kissed for several seconds before she pulled away. "Mmmm, nice. Now let's keep going."

The next bottle was stout and short.

"This is a skin moisturizer to get you more hydrated. The makeup works so much better this way. It has plant-based oils to deeply hydrate and moisturize your skin, keeping it strong and nourished. It also prepares your skin for all this lovely makeup! You are going to look so beautiful when I'm done with you."

"Great."

"Oh shut up. You love it."

Anna padded the cream all over my face. She opened a different jar and swept a small cotton pad across my eyelids.

"There. I've gone super light with this because it needs to be completely absorbed before we go to the next phase.

Anna puckered her full lovely lips and blew gently on my face.

I could not resist. I kissed those luscious lips. Just a peck.

"No more of that! When we get to your makeup, it has to set for a while. So no kissing the makeup artist!"

"Hard to resist, lover."

"Suck it up. Now I'm applying a soft beauty oil to add that extra bit of hydration to get your skin primed and ready. It also plumps up your skin cells and gets them nice and ready to accept your makeup."

"Just what I need. Cell plumping."

"No more back talk. You never want to piss off the woman who's doing your makeup."

My skin did feel different. Soft and moist. It was an interesting feeling.

"Next, the foundation goes all over your skin. I'm going to get it all basically uniform in color and finish, so I can turn it into the look I'm going for."

I could understand why women like having their makeup done. It's very relaxing. And when it's done by the sexiest person in your universe, it's sexy as hell.

"We'll tone down those red and irritated spots on your forehead, your chin and your neck with this concealer."

Anna worked intently on every little corner and blemish on my face. Her touch was gentle and soft. Her ultra-close proximity was warm and sexy. The kimono was only loosely tied and her magnificent cleavage was right there, within kissing distance.

"Keep your eyes ahead! You'll have my tits in your face later. As much as you can handle. Now I'm going to set everything with a light powder. Close your eyes."

I felt a light breeze on my face as she rotated a soft brush over my skin, covering it with a thin layer of powder.

"Okay, open your eyes." She sat back and studied my face. "I think that's going to work. Your skin's now a blank slate for me to work my magic."

"Is that what I need? Magic?"

She laughed. "Well, we are turning you from a handsome young man to a gorgeous sexy woman in the space of two hours. So uh-huh, I am working some magic on you. Okay baby, so far we've been conditioning and preparing your skin. Now I'm going to build your new look.

"First a little bronzer to your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, forehead, and a tiny little bit on your eyelids. This will give your skin a beautiful fresh glow. Close your eyes now. Don't want to get the brush in your eyes. That's it."

A fluffy little brush spun across my skin.

She shifted in my lap. Her thighs tightened a bit around my hips. Had I been able to look past the generous swell of her massive breasts, I would not have been surprised to see her bare, pink pussy, hanging there, right between my legs.

My cock was right there too. What a coincidence.

"Anna, sweetie. Why don't we get even more comfortable while you do my makeup?"

"What do you mean?"

I put my hands on her hips and tried to pull her into me. "You know what I mean."

"Oh sweet fuck. You're kidding, right? I can't do your makeup while we're..."

"Oh yes you can."

She paused a moment to take a breath. Deciding, she placed the makeup brush onto the table and put her hands on my shoulders, then edged her hips towards me. We both looked down at my twitching prick, pointing straight at her bare pussy, just an inch or two away. She looked into my eyes, smiled, and kissed my nose.

My mother leaned back a bit and made a rough 'horking' noise in her throat. With her thick juicy mouth poised above my cock, she pouted her lips and let a long, thick gob of saliva stream out of her mouth and down onto my shaft. With the long slender fingers of her left hand, she spread it all around the head of my dick, getting it all wet and glistening.

Anna looked up at me and grinned. A bit of excess drool escaped her lips, and this she recovered with a deft swish of her tongue.

She leaned forward for a long, deep kiss, pushing her breasts into my neck as she moved in on me. Before she broke the kiss, my mother had enveloped my cock in her warm, damp honey. Her pussy lips closed in on my shaft and sucked it deep. She settled her weight fully back down upon me and crossed her ankles together behind the chair, locking me into her.

"Happy now?" she smiled.

"Oh yes. But are you able to concentrate on my makeup?"

She shifted her hips from side to side, working me ever deeper into her. "Your makeup design just got sexier. Now hold still. And no cumming inside the makeup artist."

"Can I grope the merchandise?"

"Grope yourself. I'm working here."

"I must say, the service in this beauty shop is deeply impressive."

"If you hold still and let me finish, your beauty consultant is going to fuck you senseless after she's finished."

While my mother can exert a tremendous amount of control on her body, sometimes her pussy seems to have a mind of her own. She began a series of undulations up and down the length of my shaft.

"Hey, not fair."

"Consider it part of your training."

"I thought I'd graduated."

"If you can handle Pussy and keep still while I do your makeup, you've reached the Ph. D. level. Now shut up and let me work."

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Anna's magic pussy can do almost anything with a hard piece of meat. If I had a hope of holding off cumming, I'd have to be very still.

Clever girl. She'd planned this all along.

"Now a little color. I'm applying blush to the apples of your cheeks, giving you a lovely healthy look. Blush is a total game-changer, giving your face a gorgeous tone in all the right places. I'm going with a very light touch of fuchsia for your skin, perfect for your skin tone and a nice match for your beautiful dress!"

Yeah. My dress.

"Assuming that dress fits me Anna, I can't possibly look like a woman in it. How can I?" I was super concerned I'd look terrible. Or worse: laughable.

Anna shifted her hips again, making my head spin and my cock twitch. "Oh ye of little faith. Remember, I've had years to fantasize about this. And as you know, I am very good at detail."

She wasn't kidding. My mother's OCD makes her laser focused on whatever she's doing. Calculus problems. Sex. Her closet.

Her pussy.

At this moment, my mother's OCD is one hundred percent focused on presenting me to the world as a beautiful woman.

At least for this evening.

Right?

She shifted again.

"Oooo baby, I feel soooo delicious. Mmmmm. Straddling your big fat cock while I do your makeup was a really good... Ohhh. Stop that!"

"What?" I said innocently. "Is my serious, intense makeup artist getting all hot and bothered?"

She sighed at stared into my eyes. "Please Danny. Let me finish. You promised. You'll have so much of my pussy by dawn you'll be drowning in her."

"Okay, I'll consider that a promise. I'll be good."

Her pussy relaxed. But my cock was still in heaven. Hot, tight, and soaked in honey.

"Okay, baby, it's time for your eyes. This is my favorite part. The eyes tell the story. People remember the eyes. And I've designed the perfect look for you."

Anna unrolled a cylindrical cloth bundle onto the table beside her. It was about sixteen inches long and contained a couple of dozen brushes. Some were short, others long. Some had big fluffy heads, others were thinner than a chopstick with tiny, pointed brush heads.

"So, if eyes tell the story, your eyebrows announce it to the world. I'm going to fill in your brows, shape them just so with this pencil, and give you more definition. Not too much, I don't want to make you look all over done."

"Got it. Like you never overdo anything."

"That's enough out of you."

My mother's face was inches from mine as she worked on my eyebrows. Even though we were joined while she worked, she wasn't sexpot Anna now, she was OCD Anna. Focused Anna. The Anna that was going to get this exactly right.

"Okay good. Now close your eyes. No don't squinch them up. I need to work on your lids. Close them gently. That's it, baby, just like that."

Light brush strokes swept over my eyelids. Then another brush, lighter still.

Her pussy contracted on my dick, sending me closer to the edge.

"No fair!"

"My room, my rules. Now a darker shade for the crease in your eyelids. Don't move, keep still, I have to be very precise here. That's it lover. Perfect. Yes, yes, that's going to look very nice. Oh yes."

A tighter, smaller brush swept around the top of my eye several times, blending one shade into another, I assumed.

Pussy clenched, then did a roll up my shaft.

Fuck I was close.

"Sorry baby, I got excited. This is going really well! I'm doing this with your back to the mirror because I'm excited for you to have a reveal. I can't wait to see your reaction. Another time I'll show you all the techniques in the mirror so eventually, you can do your own makeup!"

"So this isn't a one-time thing?"

Her pussy gushed a small burst of femcum. "I certainly hope not. Maybe every few weeks we'll have a dress-up night and get all girly sexy together. Erika and I will go to work on you together, then we'll take you to an intimate lesbian nightclub we -"

"You go to lesbian nightclubs?"

M mother laughed. "I used to, sure. I find them sexy and relaxing. I don't have to fend off aggressive drunk men the whole night."

I thought about my sister Erika, telling me she used to go to bars and carve out the men she wanted that night, fuck them to semi-consciousness, then go back out to hunt for more.

"Just aggressive drunk women."

"Somehow the women get the message. Anyway, enough of that. We've got work to do." She picked up another tiny brush and swirled it in a light creamy jar. "This is highlighter for the dark corners. Gives your eyes that beautiful dimensional look. Mmmm, nice. Very nice."

It was sexy and sensual to have this goddess work on my face so intently, so focused on making me 'beautiful'. Even if my cock wasn't buried deep inside her stunning body.

But I was scared to death about what I'd actually look like. Like a straight man trying too hard to look like a girl but coming not even close to succeeding.

"Now I'm going to brush everything out to blend it together. Yes, that's looking very good."

"And just a dusting of eye polish, to give you that wonderful sparkle."

More brushes.

"Perfect! I'm so excited. Next comes the hard part. Your eyeliner. You have to be super steady baby. I absolutely CAN NOT fuck this up. Ready?"

"Just make sure Pussy cooperates."

"She knows what she's doing. Okay here goes. I swear by this liquid eyeliner. Be still, this stuff is fabulous, but it takes some skill. Here we go."

A cool sensation swept across my eyelid, right at the lash line. Then another under the lower lash. I had to concentrate not to blink or squish my eyes tight. Above all, I could not ruin this for her.

"Mmmm, beautiful. Now the mascara. I thought about false eyelashes. I'd decided to wait until we got to this point to decide."

Anna leaned back and surveyed my face with the critical eye of a film director.

"You know what? Let's do it! Mascara on the lower lashes, false on top. This is going to be sooo great!"

Anna laid out a small kit with several sets of false eyelashes. She picked the pair with the shortest lashes and held one to the light.

"This will do nicely. Let's get the mascara on the lower. Here we go. Look up, look at the ceiling. Be still now."

She brought a short, tiny brush with little bristles laden with black goop. On my lower lashes, she held the brush parallel with my eye and rotated it, coating my lower lashes with the goop. Putting that down, Anna picked up one false lash with a set of metal pincers curved in the shape and size of an eyeball. This she brought to my eye. I had to really concentrate not to cringe when the stainless steel instrument came to rest on my eyelid.

"Hold still, baby, here we go. Let that stick. Let's see."

She put the instrument down and poked at some perceived imperfection on the applied lash with her pinky fingernail. "Yes! Oh your eyes are so gorgeous. I can't wait for you to see them!

"Now a little setting powder to make sure everything stays in place. And Voila! Your eyes are done. And if I do say so myself, they look hot!"

"Can I look?"

"Ask one more time and I'm cutting you off for a week. I'm saving the reveal for later. Besides, I'm not done."

"Come on. I bet Pussy wants to see."

"Pussy says no. Okay, now your lips. First a lip liner. I always match my lip liner to my lipstick. I hate seeing contrasting shades of liner."

"I know. I hate that!"

"You do want me to blow you tonight, don't you?"

"Okay, okay."

"So hold still. This may tickle a bit."

Working intently, her eyes less than six inches from my mouth, Anna traced a liquidy brush around the perimeter of my mouth. She wasn't kidding. It tickled like crazy. But I held it together.

My dick was throbbing now. The sensual closeness of her face, so intent on her task, her pussy so clingy and hot, it was almost too much.

"Anna?"

"Yes baby."

"I love how far you and I have come together."

"How do you mean?"

"Well look at us. I've been buried inside you for twenty, thirty minutes now, and we're working on my makeup like it's the most natural thing in the world."

"Well, it is natural."

"You know what I mean. How many couples could fuck like this while doing makeup?"

"Baby it just shows we're made for each other. Not to mention how far you've come. And it's given me some pretty good ideas."

"How do you mean?"

"Let's just say, I wanna go to the movies next week."

What's next? Broadway?

Anna picked up a separate tube with a small brush and a brilliant red fluid, so thick and shiny it looked like car paint. With this she painted all over my lips. Puckering her full sexy mouth, then gently blowing on my lips and giving them a moment to set, she followed with another tube and brush containing a clear, glistening liquid.

"Super high gloss for a sexy, nighttime look. Oooo, that's it, baby. You've got it.

"There! You face is done. And if I do say so myself, you are stunning."

"Can I look now?"

"Stop asking me that. Pussy is very disappointed in you. She wants me to put the cage on you for all next week, and I'm considering it. Now I'm going to do your nails."

Mom stood off my lap. My cock fell out of her pussy with a thud, leaving me with a deep sense of loss. Several drops of her juices fell out of her pussy onto my thighs. She led me to a small table without a mirror. There she picked up a little packet and tore it open. Inside were ten long fingernails, each about three-quarters of an inch long. She used a cotton pad with an alcohol cleanser to wipe down my nails. Then she applied the nails to my fingers. They extended past the pads of each finger a little more than a quarter inch.

The nails were pre-painted to a high-gloss ruby finish. I had to admit, they transformed the look of my hands.

"Beautiful. Come on slut, let's get you dressed."

Blocking my view from any mirrors, she led me back into her closet.

"Okay, baby, first we have to solve the problem of that big piece of meat between your legs."

"Problem?"

She laughed. "Only if you want to look like a girl. Fortunately, I have a harness that I'd bought for your father that he refused to ever wear. So don't worry, it's unused. Here pull this on."

The "harness" was a modified jock strap that pulled everything tight to my body and directed my cock towards my left hip joint. It did a great job of flattening everything out, but if (when!) I got a boner, nothing could stop that from showing at least some outline.

As if reading my thoughts, my mother said "Don't worry. I expected you to have a hard on tonight. If you didn't, I'd be worried. I've chosen your dress in such a way that I think we can make it much less obvious."

She seemed to have thought of everything. Of course she had. That's what Anna does.

"Next, your corset. I bought this silk and nylon beauty just for you. Here, let me wrap this around your waist."

She stood before me and reached around my waist and wrapped the two halves of the garment around to my front, where she fastened it loosely from the waist to just below my armpits.

"Nice. I've left the top loose for these."

From one of her highboy drawers, Anna withdrew two large pouches. They were about the size of a baseball, filled with a thick, viscous liquid. When she held them up, they were shaped like a teardrop. They had double-sided tape on one side.

My breasts.

"I'll stuff these babies in here, like this and stick 'em on riiiiight here.." She pulled on the top of my corset. The material was soft, with reinforcement in all the right places to keep the bags in place. The thin top edge of the corset met my 'breasts' halfway up, giving the effect of a soft cleavage.

"These 400cc bags are filled with medical silicone. Very thick and firm. You've got a pretty sweet pair of tits, baby. D-cup easy."

I looked down at my chest. My vision was weird - partly obscured by the mascara and the false eyelashes. But suddenly, I couldn't see my feet anymore. There was something in the way.

"I still need to cinch in your waist. You don't have enough difference between your hips and your waist. It's that contrast from a tiny waist to a nice full bust that makes you sexy."

Anna adjusted some clips on the front of the corset. Then she walked around behind me and pulled a complex pattern of lacing running up my back. With the clip adjustments on the front, she was going for a pinched waist. She pulled hard and tied it off.

Oh fuck.

"Anna, I can't breathe. Too tight." I meant it. It was like being wrapped in the coils of a boa constrictor.

"Don't worry baby. You'll get used to it. And trust me, when you see yourself, you'll say it's worth it."

I looked at Anna. She was smiling, happy with the results.

I suddenly realized why some women eat so little when they go out for dinner.

"I know you'll love this part, sweetie." Anna turned to the bed and picked up a small cardboard box. My French nylons.

Yes!

As she bent over the contents, the back slit of her kimono gifted me a view of her long legs. The welts of her nylons and one garter peeked out. It was unintentional, making it all the more erotic.

When she turned back towards me, several pairs of gorgeous, filmy nylons hung from her hand. They were all different colors and very, very sheer. In fact they were so transparent, I could plainly see her legs straight through them.

"We're going to layer you with three pairs of gorgeous nylons tonight." She held out the first pair. "These are Couture's Ultra Gloss nude pantyhose with a shadow, reinforced toe. These ten denier beauties give a flawless finish to the leg with a silky luxurious feel. Go on, try them on."

Excitedly, I sat in a chair and bunched up the left leg in my fingers, gathering it all up until only the dark toe was hanging loosely. The false nails made it awkward, but I managed. I slid my foot into the nylon and pulled the filmy gorgeousness around my ankle. Already my cock was at full mast. I ran my fingers along the arch of my foot, feeling the silky smoothness of the fabric, the tight embrace giving me a second skin seemingly made of pure silk. Quickly I bunched up the right leg and put my foot inside.

As I worked the pantyhose up my legs, they hugged me tightly. A sensual feeling I could only describe as intensely feminine swept over my brain, creating a fog of lusty pleasure. The harness holding my dick was now covered by the crotchless nylons.

I ran my fingers across my thighs. I love the sensual electric feel of a woman's fingernails tracing along my nylon-clad skin. These did not disappoint. And now, I had my own fingernails! My legs felt sexy and made a loud swish when I crossed them. Nice.

"That's great, baby. Now these."

She handed me a pair of micro fishnet pantyhose in black. The mesh was so fine you'd have to be within a few feet to know they were fishnets.

"These tiny fishnets are perfect to give your legs depth, with a mesmerizing three-dimensional effect."

I pulled them on with ease. The pantyhose I was wearing smoothed the passage of the fishnets up my legs.

"I can't wait to see what you've chosen to finish with Anna."

"Oh yes, I got something truly special for you. These are the absolutely gorgeous, sexy, incredible Champs-Elysee 100% pure silk stockings from Cervin. Twenty denier, with reinforced heel and toe, no back seam, these technically are not nylons, because they're actually silk. They don't stretch so I had to get the size just perfect for you. They are very, very delicate. I have several pairs myself. The first time I put these leg sluts on, I had an orgasm before I could find my dress."

That was an image I'll take to the grave.

"You have to wear hosiery gloves to put these on sweetie. Here you go."

After donning the hosiery gloves, I slid the silk "nylons" onto my legs. With the two layers already there, they slipped all the way up with very little resistance.

I pulled the silk up to the garters hanging from my corset. After I secured the three front garters on each leg, Mom helped me fasten all the others, getting them all nice and secure.

I love the feel of nylons on my skin. When I sat in the chair and crossed my legs, the electric charge from my nylons went straight to my cock, making it twitch and throb. I looked in alarm at Anna. She shook her head slightly, a reproach telling me: Do not cum. Not yet.

I managed to hold off, though barely.

Setting aside the sexy feel of the nylons, my legs were stunning. The ultra-luxury nylons sparkled and shimmered in the light of Anna's dressing room. The fishnets and the layering provided a spectacular glossy three-dimensional effect, giving them depth and drawing the eye irresistibly to my legs.

Another female secret revealed.

Anna leaned over me and put her hands on my thighs, brushing her nose across mine. I thought she would kiss me, but apparently my makeup was too fragile right now. Instead she smiled and whispered: "Your legs are making me so horny I may have to jill off before dinner."

"Anna, I want you horny at dinner. If I have to stay on edge, you do too."

She sighed. But she knew I was right. "Okay baby. But you better watch out. I'm so horny right now I might do something rash."

Standing up again, Anna retrieved a pair of shoulder-length ultra-sheer black opera gloves from her delivery box. "Put these on. They're so sexy and gorgeous, you may never want to take them off."

She dangled the gloves in front of me. They were about two feet long and made of a sexy combination of lace and sheer black nylon. They felt like nylons on my hands. They also concealed the somewhat male appearance of my arms. More importantly, Anna was ensuring the ultra-sexy feel of luxury nylon was everywhere in my sensory orbit. I could not resist running my nylon-clad fingers all along my nylon-clad legs. Tiny electric sparks seemed to shimmer on contact.

Honestly, I don't know how chicks do it. How do they wear nylons all day without being incredibly horny all the time?

Maybe women who wear nylons are incredibly horny all the time.

The nylons made my dick was so hard it actually hurt.

Mom turned back to the bed and retrieved a long, wide piece of glittery jewelry. "This is a choker for your neck. It's wide and dangly to hide that Adam's Apple. Gotta preserve the illusion!

"Now, my love, it's time for your dress! This is going to be so great."

She disappeared for a moment, then returned with the garment.

Anna lowered the back zipper and held the green and black dress open, close to the floor. Now I've never worn a dress before so this was a totally brand new experience.

I was pretty nervous.

Would I look so ridiculous that Anna would burst out laughing, forcing her to see me in a whole new light? It worried me.

But this is my mother's ultimate fantasy and I'm determined to help her see it through. I had to trust her.

I stepped into the dress and Mom raised it up my body. Getting it over my shoulders, she pulled the zipper up the back and finished it off with a little metal clasp. I bent over slightly to look at my legs. The hemline fell to mid-thigh, exactly what she had intended.

She had chosen the dress well. It was tailored to swell at the breast without stressing the fabric. My chest was beautifully fitted around my 'breasts', clinging tightly to them without excessive pulling and stretching. I touched the tops of my breasts. There was a soft resistance, like filled water balloons. Inside the dress and corset, it was impossible to tell they weren't real.

Anna clasped her hands together and grinned. "Perfect, perfect, perfect! Nearly there, baby! Here comes la piece de la resistance!"

She disappeared for a moment, returning with a model head, upon which was a light blonde wig. It was styled in the butterfly wave pattern, with light wispy bangs, about breast length, and very thick.

"This is a natural-hair wig from India, dyed to a gorgeous honey blonde, just right for your eyes. Now let's get you all prep'd."

She picked up what looked like a women's bathing cap and slipped it over my head. It was very tight and rubbery. The surface was lined with a series of strips that felt a lot like Velcro.

Anna picked up the wig, faced me and draped it carefully over my head. Positioning it just right, she smoothed down the Velcro fastening strips to make it secure. Tugging on it in several places to make sure it would not move, she picked up a styling brush. Working quickly, she brushed out my wig, arranging it just the way she wanted.

My mother leaned back, her eyes darted all around my face, ensuring none of my own hair was visible. Satisfied, she stood back for the appraisal.

"Danny - oh my God no - tonight you are most definitely Daniela. Baby, you are gorgeous. You have got to see yourself. But first, shoes. You need shoes. Lemme get your shoes."

She retrieved my heels, got onto her knees and laid them on the floor at my feet.

"Step in, push your toes down and into the shoe."

Anna had ordered a three-inch clunky shoe for me. When I got them on, she fastened the buckles securely. Then she stood.

"Come on, try them out."

I took a few tentative steps. "Hang onto me, Sweetheart," I said.

Anna held my arm as I wobbled through my first steps in high heels.

"Here's the secret, baby. A lot of first time wearers think they need to land on their toes. That's all wrong, you'll definitely fall if you step that way. Land lightly on your heel, then roll to your toe, putting most of your weight forward. Now do that."

I tried a few more short steps. It wasn't bad, but for sure no-one would be fooled into thinking this wasn't my first time in heels.

"I'm going to get ready now Danny, so you can practice for a while. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it."

"When do I get to look in the mirror?"

"Right now, baby. I can't wait to see your reaction."

"Is it okay? Do I look stupid?"

"Come see for yourself."

She stood behind me, covering my eyes with both hands. We took a few careful steps until she made me stop, then positioned me, presumably to face the mirror. Anna put her chin on my shoulder to see what I see, to gauge my first reaction, which would be impossible to hide, if just for a fraction of a second.

I was scared. Really scared. What if I looked like a damn fool? What if I hated it? Would that damage what Anna and I have together? After all, she loves what she's done to me. This is her ultimate fantasy - a dream her husband, my father, had firmly refused to grant her.

If my instant reaction is negative, her lifelong fantasy will be dashed.

And maybe, just maybe, she'll look to fulfill it elsewhere. Is that possible?

Nearly shaking with fear, I opened my eyes.

What the fuck?

That wasn't me.

There was no possible chance that was me.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

I stole a look at Anna. She was grinning from ear to ear.

She was right.

I'm fucking gorgeous.

"Anna, my face. That's not my face. My body, my legs. My fucking tits for God's sake. That - that's not me. How did you do this?"

"You were the perfect canvas, my love."

"Sweet Lilith, my legs! I didn't realize it before."

"Now you know why I love dressing you in my nylons, baby."

It was true. The woman looking back at me was stunning. Gorgeous eyes, hollow cheeks, kissable mouth. Long, luxurious hair. Hourglass figure. Spectacular legs.

Even if I couldn't breathe.

"Okay baby, you practice walking. I'm going to disappear for a while to get beautiful. You've inspired me. I'm going to surprise you tonight. I've decided to change my theme."

"Your theme?"

"Well, I was planning to go all sophisticated and sexy, like going to the opera with a few - special enhancements."

"No more?"

"I'm always doing the classy/sexy thing in public. Fuck that. I'm ready to shake it up."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet. But one thing is true: I feel like getting really slutty tonight. Do you mind? Will you be seen with a horny harlot who looks like she'd fuck anything in sight?"

She's kidding, right?

I smiled. "I don't mind so long as you act how you dress."

"You do get me, don't you sweetie? This is going to be insane. You'll be the sexy Upper East Side sophisticate, and I'll be your secret guilty pleasure, the sexy skank from Times Square you sneak around with when your husband's out of town. And I can be soooo naughty.

"Let's see, I've got an hour plus. Let me do my magic. And don't forget to practice in those heels!"

Anna shooed me out of her bedroom and closed her door behind me. I walked into the living room, wobbly and barely in control.

I was so excited to see my mother's interpretation of "slutty" I could barely think straight.

I spent the next hour practicing my walk, sitting without flashing my groin, standing, crossing my legs like a girl. Stuff like that.

I didn't feel like I'd got nearly enough practice. I mean, everything's different.

It's a whole other sex.

My excitement soared as the end of the hour approached.

As I was beginning to worry we might be late, Anna's door opened.

I nearly fainted right there.

Actually, I nearly came right there.

My mother was wearing a one-piece club dress cut maybe five inches below her pussy. It hugged her hourglass body like a second skin. The front was cut down almost to her navel, the two halves held together with clingy ultra-sheer nylon mesh that left no doubt of the treasures within. Her DD breasts were bursting out of the top of the dress, with plenty of side boob. She wore her massive curls of midnight black hair in a wild tousled mess that tumbled in unkempt waves all over her upper body.

Her nylons were multi-layered, of course, with super high gloss pantyhose (which I recognized from Cecilia de Rafael) on the underlayer, a pair of micro-fine black fishnets over those, and finally an ultra-sheer pair of chocolate-colored seamed nylons covered with thousands of tiny sparkles and supported by four garters per leg. The welts and garters were fully exposed below her hemline.

Slutty.

Six-inch black patent leather stilettos drove her skyward to six foot four, three inches taller than me in my clunky heels. Her shoes were open-toed, revealing ten sexy red toes shrouded in the finest nylon. On her arms were skin-tight, ultra-sheer nylon gloves. The fingertips were cut out, revealing inch-long scarlet high-gloss talons.

For jewelry Anna wore an ornate ruby- and diamond-studded choker clasped tightly around her narrow neck, long dangly ruby earrings, three pierced rings per ear, and big silver and bluestone rings on her thumbs and on every finger.

Her shoulders and the top of her spectacular cleavage were bare. Two tiny spaghetti straps were the only support for her micro minidress. Her skin sparkled and danced in the light with liberally-applied metallic body spray.

I had to consciously close my mouth so my jaw wouldn't hit the floor. Anna laughed and closed the gap between us, putting her arms loosely around my neck.

Her makeup was dark and sexy. Her lips were blood red and so shiny I could almost see my face in them. Her eyeliner was deep and heavy. She wore crazy-long false eyelashes, with black and brown eye shadow.

And for the final touch, my Anna wore two jeweled nose rings that had the illusion of piercing.

"Wow, lover, you really did it."

My mother smiled and opened her mouth. On her tongue was a jewel piercing. The blue stone had to be a quarter-inch in diameter.

"Like it?"

"It's beautiful, but it must be uncomfortable."

"Just keep that in mind when I'm sliding it up and down your shaft, pausing at your soft orgasmic zone as I sink it deep into your throbbing, needy flesh."

I swallowed. She'd not gifted me with that particular treat yet.

Anna slid her tongue wetly along her upper lip. "I'm bringing plenty of spare lipstick. I may go through a whole tube before the night is done."

Ohhh.

We both turned to look in the mirror.

Anna put her arm around my waist. "Fuck, I'm such a slut! I can't wait to get you inside that dark restaurant, baby. We're going to fuck in that restaurant. That fat prick of yours is going inside my starving snatch for dessert."

"I know what my main course is going to be."

"Come on fucktoy, I'm starving." Mom squeezed my ass. "And I'm not talking roast chicken. But first, let's not forget..."

She turned to the nightstand and extracted a small glass jar. I took the two pills offered and swallowed them with a glass of water. Anna's special cocktail of ED drugs to keep me rock hard for whatever adventure awaits me. As Anna said when I once tried to turn them down: "Trust me, you'll need them." She was always right. Despite her stunning beauty and heart-stopping sexual skills, a man can only cum so many times before he goes soft. Neither of us wanted that, particularly on this night. This way, even if I can no longer cum, I'll always be hard for her.

We piled into an Uber. Anna leaned into my ear and whispered. "If you weren't a girl right now, I'd suck your cock 'til you blew deep down my throat."

"I'm not a girl, remember?"

"Right now you are. And I don't want to release that lollipop until I get you into the restaurant. We don't have enough time to put it away under that dress."

This promised to be an incredible evening.

Feeling somewhat devilish, I caressed her legs and tickled her pussy with my new long fingernails. She squirmed and wriggled, but I was relentless. She tried to close her legs but I wouldn't let her. When I pressed two fingers onto her clit, she gasped.

By the time we arrived at the restaurant, I needed a paper towel to dry my hand. There was a box of tissues in the back of the car. Anna took a handful and pressed it into her pussy. It came away soaking wet.

My mother was so horny she was panting, breathing through her slightly-open mouth. She hesitated before moving towards the door of the taxi. For a moment I thought she'd changed her mind and just wanted to go back home and fuck.

"I had a little orgasm there baby. Just enough to get the fire roaring. You're going to have to take the lead in there. I'll follow. I'm so horny I can't think straight. When we get out, you'll have to take my arm. I'm a little unsteady."

Anna's sex drive is always an eleven. But tonight she's on a whole new level.

My mother's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is right now 100% focused on sex.

Sex with me.

When Anna focuses on sex, she's relentless. Insatiable. There's nothing stopping her. My father, her husband, certainly couldn't handle her.

He didn't like it when, not satisfied after three hours of vigorous non-stop sex, she'd drape her soaking naked pussy over his face in the middle of the night to wake him from an exhausted sleep.

He didn't like it when she dropped into his office one afternoon and crawled under his desk just before a meeting with two of his subordinates, which he had to handle with his cock in her mouth. Or when she'd blow him on the interstate while he was driving at 60 mph. All he could say was - it wasn't safe.

Anna had demanded sex from him three or four times a day. And not just quickies, either. More like hours-long, multi-orgasmic plunders. Eventually, she'd burned him out, leaving him a tired, useless husk of a man, begging for mercy.

When she trained me last spring, we spent four days and nights in bed. I think she must have orgasmed fifty times. Several by her own hand.

There was no way I could control her. I had absolutely no desire to even try.

I got out and walked around the taxi to the curb so I could help Anna out of the taxi. She took my hand and, leaning on it heavily, swung her long, gorgeous, legs out towards the curb. I admired her glossy lean thighs, the reflective glint of my mother's nylons held securely with eight little black garters. The long narrow gap from knee to pussy. I could not wait to get my face between those glorious thighs.

She stood, slightly unsteady. I led her to the entrance of the restaurant. I was actually glad Anna was wobbly; it helped to disguise my own incredible awkwardness walking in three-inch heels.

Two wobblers canceling each other out? Or not.

My nervousness soared at facing the public for the first time dressed as a woman. Would I pull it off?

Or would I quietly be scorned as a man in drag and failing miserably, snickered at behind my back?

Fortunately, Anna is so gorgeous, wearing an outfit with a sex quotient of twelve out of ten, I wasn't noticed. Maybe she'd planned it that way.

The Maître d' greeted us with careful eyes. I could feel his need to sweep his eyes up and down Anna's body, but he held firm. He led us towards the dim rear of the restaurant.

Anna's dress was so short, her heels so high, and her legs so long, that four inches of her glossy thighs were visible above the tabletops of the restaurant. Every eye in the restaurant was fixed on us. On her, I hoped.

She hooked an arm through mine and together we lurched to the back of the restaurant. Anna slid into the dark booth first. I followed.

I'd pulled it off.

No-one had appeared to catch on.

Anna leaned into me. "Did I tell you Daniela? You are fucking hot!"

"You're not so bad yourself, cum slut."

"You are so right. Excuse me while I live up to my new name."

Anna turned to face me. She lifted my skirt and using both hands, worked feverously to free my dick. I looked around in alarm. Anna seemed not to care about decorum, or even getting caught. Her knees pressed into the side of my thighs; her head was down, facing my crotch. She was working intently with both hands under the table. A casual observer would conclude the obvious: she was desperate to get at my sex.

Her fingers reached the waist band of my panties and snaked inside. Finding the harness that held my dick tight to my body, she deftly released me in one quick motion, grabbed my rock-hard shaft and held it upright. She looked up at me, a triumphant smile on her face, as if she had just found a bag of hidden gold.

"Anna! We'll get caught."

Her face said it all. She didn't give a fuck. She was panting. Desperately, mindlessly horny. I tried to think. But it's impossible when a spectacularly sexy woman has your dick in her fingers and means to have her way with it. Right now.

Anna opened her mouth to speak. A bit of drool escaped from her glossy crimson lips and dropped onto my black nylons. She tightened her grip on my shaft and began to stroke.

"I, I, I had no idea what seeing you dressed like that would do to me, Dani. I've fantasized this forever. Forever. Getting my man in my sexiest clothes, in my nylons, my makeup, out together in public, cuddling like this, no-one knowing, waiting for the right moment. Waiting... waiting... waiting...

"... for THIS moment!"

Like a cobra in heat, Anna struck, dropping down and swallowing my cock whole. Her head was in my lap; her massive waves of wild jet-black hair cascaded all over my legs.

Waves of pleasure coursed through my cock and swept up to my brain as my mother's tongue found the soft orgasmic underside of my throbbing, needy cock. Her lips tightened around its circumference as she withdrew slowly, squeezing my shaft while sucking hard, then licking around and around. I threw my head back against the padded booth, bathed in waves and waves of sheer pleasure.

Anna has told me many times she's addicted to the mouthfeel of my cock, the taste of my cum.

With my dick still in her mouth, she gurgled out a few hoarse words. "Cum for me, baby. Shoot it down my throat!"

She pulled off quickly and turned her head upwards. Pulling the hair away from her face, my mother looked at me and grinned. "You're going to cum for me slut. I'm going to drink your cum before the menus arrive."

Alarmed, I looked around for signs of a server approaching.

Anna dove back onto my cock, head bobbing furiously in my lap. One glossy leg was now up on the bench seat. She was fully prone, putting everything she had into my blowjob.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and began a series of long, slow licks with the flat of her tongue. Up, her tongue swept along the soft underside of my cock. When she got to the glans she lingered, pressing the monstrous jewel deep into my shaft, swirling it around and around.

Pulling off, she resumed the suck. Her juicy crimson lips tightened around my shaft while the base of her tongue worked into its length. Soon she began a swallowing motion, a well-practiced technique designed to elicit the rapid and uncontrolled orgasm of her helpless subject.

The power of her suck increased. I thought she was going to inhale my cock. Waves of pleasure rolled over me. I was sinking into a fog of my own lust, no longer concerned about getting caught.

She began to stroke. Her head bobbed the length of my shaft, and this time it was the tip of her magic tongue that did the work on my glans. Anna's left hand followed her mouth, sliding up and down my cock as her lips rose and fell along its length. Her right hand cupped my balls and began to squeeze.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

Faster she bobbed. Faster she stroked. Harder her tongue worked. Determined to get me off, right then, right there, she was merciless, relentless, the danger not slowing her, but driving her on.

Both legs were on the bench now. She was lying fully prone, head down, her full body into the blow job.

As she plied her mouth and one hand on my cock, my mother's other hand moved to my inner thigh, caressing it, playing with my nylons, sending little electric shocks up and down my legs and multiplying the waves of ecstasy pouring into my addled brain.

Oh my sweet Lilith. My cock was electric. On fire. My balls had tightened to rock hardness.

I gave up all concern about our surroundings. I simply surrendered to her mouth. My Anna, my mother, my sex goddess, she was determined to make me cum into her mouth now, right fucking now.

Her thumb pressed into my glans on the outstroke; that jewel on her tongue swirled into it on the instroke.

I was too far gone to worry about getting caught. Too horny. Too needy. Too ready for her mouth.

"Ohh, Anna, baby. Ohh."

My moaning only powered her further.

All concern about our surrounding faded to nothing. I surrendered to Mom's lust and my own soaring pleasure.

A couple of times the back of her head hit the underside of the table, rattling the dishes and rocking the glasses.

She paid no heed.

Someone was coming.

"Anna, get under the table. NOW."

Like a child's slinky toy rolling off a stair step, Anna's body slipped off the banquette seat and disappeared under the table.

Her mouth never left my dick.

There was that focus again.

Her bobbing slowed but as if to compensate, she intensified the suck, driving her tongue deep into my glans and forcing me to the very brink of cumming into her sweet, hot mouth. The enormous jewel on the flat of her tongue was embedded deeply into my dick, driving me wild with its unrelenting attack, massaging, manipulating the soft orgasmic triggers she knows so well.

Waves of pleasure clouded my vision, impeding my breathing. I was shaking with lust, so close, so ready to cum into Anna's churning wet mouth.

Both hands gripped my legs. Her fingertips pinched one of my garters, pulled it out, then let it snap back, over and over and over and over.

"Hello Miss," the pretty young server said, her eyes glancing at the empty seat beside me. "Is this for two?"

"Y-yes," I stammered, my worry two-fold. Not only was my mother giving me a vigorous blowjob from under the table, but my voice was sure to give me away.

She smiled and laid down two menus.

"Would you like sparkling or tap?"

"Uh, uh, just tap thanks."

Anna bore down on my cock, sucking, sucking, sucking. Her bottom teeth scraped up and down my glans, pushing the head of my cock into the roof of her mouth.

End game.

Gotta. Get. Rid. Of. Server.

"Would you like to hear the specials Miss?"

I shook my head. Go away. Go. Go. Go.

Anna drove the tip of her tongue deep into my shaft. Hard. Then, her jewel struck. She lanced it in, swirling it around and around and around.

Oh fuck.

I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum.

"Would you like bread for the table?"

Fuck! She just wasn't getting it. Go away!

I shook my head furiously.

Anna took my cock fully into her mouth and shook it back and forth, fast and hard, like a retriever dog shaking a play toy in its drooling jaws.

Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, cum, cum.

"All right ma'am, I'll come back when your friend returns."

Here it is. Here it is. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh.

The magma was unstoppable. It boiled up from my balls, rocketed up my shaft and exploded.

Cumming. Cumming. Cuuuuuuummmmmminnnnnnnnnng!

Oh fuck did I cum.

I blasted deep into my mother's mouth, my boiling spunk bursting spurt after glorious spurt into the hot wet depths of my mother's bottomless throat. Anna closed her lips around my spasming cock, greedily absorbing all my cum, furiously swallowing while squeezing my balls with her fist to the point of pain, eagerly draining the massive load of cum that had erupted from deep inside my reservoir, driving the tip of her tongue hard into the orgasmic glans, extracting spurt after spurt and drawing out my climax forever and ever and ever.

My face must have contorted into a gruesome mask.

"Are you alright miss?"

I nodded furiously. GO.

"When your friend returns then." She left. Finally.

I sank back into the banquette, surrendering to the waves of pleasure swamping through me as my deliriously horny sex demon greedily sucked every drop of cum from my spasming member. Sloppily, hungrily, my mother slurped and licked and sucked everything I had.

When my last spasm had spewed into my mother's hot mouth, after she had swallowed the full load of my seed down her eager throat, she pulled off. Using her tongue like a starving puppy, she cleaned up whatever cum remained on my softening rod until it was coated only with her sweet juices and her brilliant crimson lipstick.

Still under the table on her knees, my mother tucked my cock back under my dress, getting it secured into its makeshift harness.

I put my hand on the top of her head until the coast was clear, then tapped her shoulder with two ruby-lacquered fingernails. In a flash, Anna was back on the seat beside me.

Immediately her hand went to the far side of my head and pulled my mouth to hers, where she planted her fat juicy lips on mine. Her tongue lanced into my mouth. It was oily in texture and full of the taste of my own cum.

Her lust had not subsided. In fact it had soared since she'd forced me to cum into her mouth.

Of course it had; my own cumming had not relieved her own sky-high need.

We kissed deeply for a minute or so. Pulling back, Anna looked into my eyes.

I'll never forget the look on her face.

My gorgeous Anna, my own personal sex goddess, the most beautiful and sexy woman in my universe, her face was a mask of utter lust and pain. She was panting hard, her mouth lolled open, her eyes were desperate.

"Dani, oh dear sweet Dani," she breathed. "Baby I, I, I'm so horny. I've never been so horny. I thought blowing you would help. But, but, it didn't... oh fuck, I need, I need, oh please..."

She dove her mouth back onto mine. In the corner of my eye, our server approached, turned and walked away.

Anna broke off the kiss. "I need you. I need you now. If we don't do something, like right now, I may not be responsible." She pulled away and sank back against the banquette, her back to the padded seating. She crossed her legs into a pretzel, her breasts heaving with lust. Her breaths came in rapid pulses, mouth hanging open to accommodate her shallow gasps.

I had to do something. I've never seen her this bad. It had to be me, her ultimate fantasy realized, the way she'd dressed me. I never suspected having me like this would drive her so over the edge.

Anna lolled back, the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. Her chest rose and fell heavily in rapid cadence. Her head still resting on the padding backing, she pivoted to me, her face a mask of pure, desperate lust.

"Oh Dani. You've got to help me. Fingers aren't enough. I need friction. I need you to fill me up. Oh baby, please, I neeeeeeeeeeed your cock inside me now. Now. NOW!"

Briefly I thought back to that precarious time between her divorce and my coming home to her. After she'd been alone for months, she'd fantasized about flying out of her apartment and fucking the first good prospect she found. Or two. Or three. Later she'd confessed that the only way she could stop herself was the knowledge that I was coming home in the spring.

She'd planned to seduce me from the very beginning.

And she'd held out. She'd waited for me.

Now it was payback time.

I turned to her. "I've got you Anna. I don't know if we can fuck here. But let me help."

I arranged the tablecloth to cover her lap completely. Under the table, I pushed outward on her upper-crossed thigh, signalling for her to open her legs. She understood and did so immediately. I snaked my hand between her legs, right up to her panties and inside. Two fingers found her slit. I slipped them inside her soaking snatch, immediately homing in on her G. My thumb landed on her clit.

I've never felt her so wet before sex.

A rapid intake of breath signaled I'd hit the spot.

Anna crossed her legs around my hand.

I massaged her G and rotated my thumb around her clit.

"Ohh!" she cried, loud enough to turn a couple of heads.

She turned towards me and thrust her tongue into my ear.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum, keep doing what you're doing, ohh, I'm going to cum. Keep doing it. Keep doing exactly what you're doing. Oh sweet Lilith I'm going to cum so fucking hard. Help me lover, oh please, please, please Dani help me. I'm going to scream; I'm going to blast so hard I won't be able to restrain myself. Help me, help me please."

I turned to face her and planted my mouth on hers, while upping the pressure on her sex. She wrapped her legs back into the pretzel, then squeezed and released, squeezed and released.

It was difficult to kiss her because she was breathing so hard. She slobbered uncontrollably into my mouth as an orgasm welled up deep within her writhing body.

And then, she came.

Her mouth flew open; I pressed my mouth hard into it. Every muscle in her face contorted.

She blew a muffled scream into my mouth. I held her tight while keeping all the fingers of one hand working on her pussy.

She shrieked. A gasping, repetitive, vibrating screech of utter lust and joy.

Her body shook; her core vibrated; her pussy clamped onto my hand with stunning strength. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

She uncrossed her legs, giving me more freedom to work her pussy and drive her orgasm to even further heights. Her juices flooded her thighs and soaked my hand.

Anna dove her mouth into my neck, gasping, sobbing. Her body was a rag doll, convulsing and shaking, spasming and spewing.

On and on and on she came with relentless fervor as my fingers never stopped working, keeping her pussy pulsing and grasping and cumming.

Finally her pussy began to relax and I was able to withdraw my fingers from her sex. Anna fell back against the banquette to catch her breath.

She stared straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular. "Oh Dani, I've never been so desperately horny. Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't, hadn't..."

"Relieved you?"

She turned her head to look at me. "Dani, I'm sorry, I, I, I don't think I can do this. I'm still too horny to pull this off. I thought I could. I'm so sorry, I thought we could have a sexy, romantic dinner, eat..."

"Ladies?" A male voice interrupted my mother's confession.

I tore my eyes from Anna's and looked at our intruder. It was not our server.

What the fuck did he want?

At that moment I realized I must have been a sight. Lipstick smeared; makeup ruined.

"Yes?" I said, as softly as I could manage. Anna didn't engage. Instead she stared at the ceiling, her chest heaving.

"Ladies, there's been a complaint. I didn't believe it at first, so I stood back and watched for a moment. I'm afraid I have to ask for the table."

"You want the table?" I asked dimly, not quite getting his meaning.

"Yes, please, I would like the table back."

Like an idiot, I wasn't getting it.

"What..."

"He means," Anna interjected, her chest still heaving, "that he watched us have sex just now and he doesn't allow that sort of thing in his restaurant. He's kicking us out."

I felt myself go beet red. I had no idea if it showed under my makeup in the dark lighting of the restaurant, but it didn't matter.

I looked back at the manager. His face was impassive.

"Fine," I said. "Come on lover, we're leaving."

"Just a minute," Anna said, looking at the manager. She slid over to the far side of the banquette and swung into his view forty inches of glorious legs clad in the finest ultra-sheer French nylons. She crossed them slowly and languidly, letting the silky swish of her nylons sweep over his brain, forcing his gaze to the long expanse of her sexy nylon thighs.

Of course, in order to see Anna's spectacular legs he had to look down, past her gorgeous breasts, barely restrained within the confines of her bodycon cocktail minidress.

"Y - y - yes Ma'am?"

Anna took a deep breath to expand her chest. She slid one hand along her thigh and caressed her fine Cervin nylons. Her long manicured fingers strummed one of her garters, pulling his gaze back to her stunning legs.

"Isn't there something you could do?" she said, her voice dripping with suggestion.

"No, Miss, the owner, he - he saw you. He gave me a firm order before he left the restaurant just now. I'm afraid he insists. I can't, I have to, there's a problem, uh you have to..."

I had to admire his resistance.

Anna looked up at him and licked her glossy upper lip, just the way she does when she's about to inhale my cock. "You know, my lady friend and I are - well I'm sure you could tell. We're very much in love. But that doesn't mean..."

She let that hang.

He wasn't getting it.

Or maybe he was and he just couldn't believe what he was hearing.

I slid over and put my arm around Anna's shoulders and kissed her neck suggestively. "It doesn't mean we don't, you know, show our gratitude for good deeds?"

"Oh yes," Anna cooed. "We luuuuuv to reward our best and juiciest friends!"

His eyes turned to saucers.

Juicy friends. I tried to imagine what a juicy friend might look like. A number of delicious images came to mind.

"Don't you have a quiet spot in the back there somewhere?" Anna smiled. "Where we could maybe, make our case for exactly why we should stay?"

"It shouldn't take long," I cooed. "We're very good. You can spare ten or fifteen minutes?"

"Or twenty, if you want us to be very bad."

"We're very persuasive."

She leaned back and caressed those legs with both hands, wrapping her long lacquered fingers around the welts of her nylons and sliding them down to her knees.

I kept my voice in a low whisper to disguise my true self. "My girlfriend really, really wants to stay. She's been planning this special night for a very long time. Can't you think of a reason why we can stay? She'll do anything, just about anything you can think of."

He could not tear his eyes away from Anna. "I, I, I couldn't, no I, I can't. Um, um."

Anna again slid her wet tongue along her glossy upper lip. "What did you say your name was again?"

"D-D-Dick."

I giggled.

"Look Dickie," Anna continued. "You know what they say."

"Uh, what - what do they say?"

"Why, it's just sex. Isn't that what they say Dani?"

"Just sex," I nodded.

Anna puckered her glossy crimson lips and kissed the air towards old Dickie.

He hesitated, then pulled his eyes away from Anna and looked back over his shoulder.

Anna uncrossed and recrossed her legs. The whisper of her nylons dragged his attention back to the goddess offering herself to him. "Dickie, all I'm suggesting is you and I pay a little visit to your office in the back there somewhere, I give you the blowjob of your life, then my lady friend and I can relax and have our lovely dinner in peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask?"

"Sometimes she lets me watch," I said. "You wouldn't believe what those lips can do."

Anna uncrossed her legs and stood. She was so close to him I'm sure he could feel her breath. In her stilettos, she topped him by ten inches. His chin was even with her magnificent heaving breasts. Dickie looked up into Anna's face. She smiled and kissed the air down towards him.

Never in his life would he ever have a chance at sex with such a goddess as stood before him now.

I slid out of the booth beside Anna and stood next to him. I had seven or eight inches on him. Together we closed in on his form, a huddle of glorious femininity overwhelming any sense of control he thought he had. "Look honey, I'll sweeten the pot. I'll come too. You can have us both. Two mouths for one table. You do have an office back there, don't you?"

We both looked at him with little puppy-dog smiles on our faces.

Over the space of four or five minutes, George's face had turned from resolute manager to embarrassed messenger, to shocked observer, to tempted male.

To horny opportunist.

"Uh, sure, yes, yes of course. We can discuss this matter in private. We have an office, yes, yes, come, come with me. Right, right, right this way."

Anna turned to me and winked. I grabbed both of our clutches from the table.

George turned to the right and headed towards a door at the back of the restaurant. Anna and I started to follow. When George reached the door, he pushed it open and waited for us to approach.

Anna, in the lead, put her hand behind her back and pointed to the left. When she passed the final table, she circled the diners and stepped towards the front of the restaurant. I was in lock step behind her. In a few moments, we were out of the crowded restaurant to the street.

Once outside, Anna and I shrieked with laughter.

"Dani baby, you were perfect."

"You really had him going!"

"How would he have explained that one?"

"'I'm sorry, sir, yes sir, I did say they could stay. They promised me, they really promised me they'd be good.'"

"'And sir, they were deeply convincing.'"

There was a little bench under the front window. We sat down and hugged each other, still breathing hard from laughter. Anna's mouth found mine and we fell into each others' arms in sweet deep kisses for several moments.

"I'm not ready for this night to end," Anna said. "And I'm still hungry."

I know all about Anna's hunger.

"Where can we go?" I said.

Anna still had her arms around my neck. "Someplace special. I have another fantasy. Come on, baby, this is our night of fantasies."

***

We hailed a cab and wound up at 23rd and Lex. It was a short ride, little time for sex.

"Come on slut," my mother said. "We're here."

We entered the lobby of a tall stone building. Anna dug into her purse and flashed an ID. The night security spent more time looking at my mother's legs than the ID. In a few moments, we were on the elevator to the fortieth floor.

"I have visiting lecture status here." The doors opened. "This way, over here."

She took my hand and led us down the corridor to a door at the end. Mom passed a proximity card across a black pad and the door clicked open.

Inside, she left the lights off. "This way, baby. The first thing I thought when I saw this place years ago was 'holy fuck, I have got to have sex here.'"

It figures that would be my mother's first reaction.

She led me through the darkness to a glass door, swiped the card reader and stepped outside into the city at night.

The lights of the soaring towers surrounded us, dazzling my brain with a 360 degree attack. The Chrysler Building shone like a beacon, marking the center of midtown twenty blocks north. Forty storeys below, traffic on Lexington was bustling with activity.

My mother led me to the north end of the terrace. She spun around to face me and leaned against the waist-high inch-thick glass wall separating us from a six-hundred-foot drop to the sidewalk below. I stepped into her embrace and she kissed me deeply.

A forest of taller buildings surrounded us - some office, some residential.

"Won't anyone see us?" I whispered into her mouth.

"It's late. But so what? This is New York. Nobody cares. Come on, make me cum while I'm looking at the Chrysler Building."

Anna turned around and faced the railing. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her earrings, and dropped her panties to the deck. Putting her hands on the glass parapet wall, she bent over and spread her legs.

As I paused to admire the stunning view of Anna's full round bum and long lean legs framed by the lights of the city, she looked back towards me and waggled her ass back and forth. "Come and get it, baby."

Those incredibly long, magnificent legs, luminescent under gorgeous ultra-sheer nylons, were beckoning to me.

I pulled up the hemline of my dress and released the straps binding my stiff rod.

Stepping up to that gorgeous eager ass, I caressed her back hole with the head of my dick. She pushed back against me, urging me on. And in.

I slid my hard cock between her legs into the little Toblerone triangle just under her pussy. Hugging her close, I reached around and fingered her soaking clit.

"Come on, slut" she coaxed. "Slip that fat prick inside me." Anna reached a gloved hand back between her legs, grabbed my cock and stuffed the head into her steaming pussy. With a single thrust, I drove it forward as she pushed back, slipping it all the way home. Instantly my cock was bathed in a warm, velvety bath of pure bliss.

"Yes!" she hissed to the street, caring nothing about who might be watching. She slid three fingers onto her soaking clit. "Drive me baby. Make me cum."

"No," I said. "We're going to make this one last." I started a series of long, slow strokes. She gave a little cry with each in-stroke as I thrust her body forward, her hair leaning over the railing. Then back. And forward.

Into the railing, and back.

Over the edge, and back.

"Ohh, baby, that's so nice! Ohh, yes! Slide that big, hot prick deep inside my pussy. Come on. Push! Push! That's it! Yes! Oh more, more, more!"

On each outstroke I pulled nearly out of her clutching pussy. But not quite. Then aaaalll the way back in. Full strokes. Full, long, wet strokes. She gasped with each inward thrust.

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Oh YES! YES BABY!

"Harder baby, harder! I need to cum. I neeeeeed to cum. Please, please, please, please make me cum. Ohh."

I know my mother's pussy like I know my cock. I leaned into her and hissed into her ear. "You're pussy is mine now. You'll cum when I say. And I say you're going to take it for a while longer. How long is up me."

She turned a quarter turn towards me. "Up, up, ummm, up to you?"

"Yes my dear sweet mother. After we're done here, we're going to find a nice public place and you're going to give me the hottest, wettest, juiciest blowjob you've ever given in your life."

"Ohhhh, baby, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. I can do that. Oh baby let me suck you. Fuck me hard and make me cum quick so I can suck you, suck you, suck you off, suck you dry. Oh yes please!"

I decided to make her beg for it. Knowing my mother, I was sure this was what she wanted.

"Not good enough my lovely cum slut."

Mom rammed her ass back onto my sex, desperate for friction, desperate to cum. "Come on you cocksucker!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Still I maintained the cadence, driving her just hard enough to keep her right at the edge of cumming. I let her know I was in control, keeping an iron grip on her hips while thrusting in and out.

Anna turned her head to look at me and snarled. "You slut! You fucking bastard! You're going to make me cum NOW!"

She drove her hips backwards 'til she'd absorbed my prick completely, then clamped her pussy lips together, closed her legs, and crossed her ankles, crushing my cock with unimaginable strength.

She had me.

I should have known.

She'd planned this. She'd let me attempt to take charge, just so she could show me who's boss. Who's the alpha fucker in this relationship. She'd planned it: to take me like this, where I was helpless to resist.

And then, she really went to work on me.

Anna trains her pussy like a professional athlete. And I mean, she trains it. Every day, whenever she's sitting down, whatever she's doing, she exercises that glorious sex organ of hers.

I've seen my mother sitting at her banquette in the kitchen with a dildo in her pussy while marking 3rd year Calculus exams. Her legs apart, sucking the big fake prick in, pushing it out, sucking it in, driving it out, in, out, in, out, over and over and over until her pussy was exhausted. And then she'd do another set. Like CrossFit training.

Sometimes while doing her 'work out', she'd look over at me, knowing I was watching, a mischievous grin on her face. Gonna get you later.

With years of that kind of daily training behind her, Anna can do incredible things with her pussy. I've seen her fuck Erika this way. My mother inserted a double-ended dildo inside her own pussy and drove the other end into Erika with just the muscles in her pussy, fucking her as good as I can without even moving her core.

So when my mother's magical pussy clamped down on my embedded shaft, I had no choice but to cede control.

"Are you going to stroke me?" she growled. "Are you going to fuck me like I need it, or do I have to crush that big fat cock of yours to mush and do it myself?"

To convince me, she viced my cock with stunning pressure. I could not have squeezed it harder with my own fist. I was her helpless slave under the power of her incredible cunt.

"Okay, okay, okay," I gasped. "I surrender."

"Are you going to help me cum or do I have to use your dick like some giant dildo? I don't need your permission to use your cock and cum at my own pace."

She had me. I was helpless. There was no possible way I could pull out, even if I wanted to. But I sensed she did not want total capitulation. "Open your legs and find out, slut."

My mother released my prick and leaned over the railing. One hand went to her pussy.

I grabbed a handful of her thick black hair and pulled her head back. "I want you staring at the Chrysler Building when you cum, my beautiful slut," I said, in my best imitation of a growl.

Then I gave her exactly what she wanted.

I slammed my cock home.

BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby," she screamed. "Drive me, drive me, drive me hard, oh fuck I've needed this. I was so ready. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, YESSSSSSS!"

Looking past her, I could see a few windows filled with dark shadows.

We had an audience.

Good.

I pulled her hair harder, lifting her gaze ever higher. "Look up, slut! See who's watching."

"I don't give a fuck," she growled. "Here it comes. Here it comes. Oh, oh, oh, oh yes, here it comes, I'm going to cum for you, cum all over you, keep going, keep going, just a little more, more, more. Come on baby, hit me, drive me, slam my pussy, slam my hot steaming pussy. Again, again, AGAIN!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh YES! Cummmminnnnggggg, fuck, fuck, fuck, don't stop baby, don't stop, drive me hard, hard, hard. Cumming, cumming, cuuuuuummmmminnnnnggg!."

Anna's core shook and vibrated as a full-body orgasm swept over her. Grabbing the railing, she thrust back on me, driving her orgasm higher and harder, and higher still.

And then... she screamed.

All around me I imagined lights turning on, people looking up from the sidewalks, cameras clicking, phones calls being made.

Traffic stopping.

None of that happened.

New York pulsed on as before.

No-one cared.

Except my incredibly gorgeous, deliciously slutty mother.

She was thrusting into me in a fury of naked lust. We were a perfect match. I released her hair, grabbed her hips, and drove my dick in as she thrust back.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Maximum stroke. Maximum friction. Maximum feeling.

Maximum cum.

Anna lowered her head and shouted back to me her through the wild thick masses of her hair. "Pound me! Come on, gimme another one! Fuuuck I need this! Pound me, pound me, pound me. That's it! I need friction! I need cock! Fill me up! Use that big fucking monster of yours and fuck me like you've never fucked me before! YES! YES! Yeeeeeeeeeeessssssss! Here it comes. I'm gonna cum again, cum again, cum again, cum again, cum again. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Yes! That's it baby, you've got it! Keep going, keep going, don't stop, don't you fucking stop!!"

I did my best to keep up with her. Never has she wanted such a pounding. Never has she wanted so much cock, so much friction. So much EVERYTHING. Seven inches out, seven inches in. Out. In. Out. In.

Fast.

Hard.

Loud.

I held onto her hips for dear life, pounding, pounding, pounding into her pussy with everything I had while her fingers madly worked her clit.

"Come on baby! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, HARDER!!!"

My cock was engulfed in this wild, insane, kinetic, desperate, lusty, orgasmic sex machine, my personal orgasmatronic Amazonian sex goddess, and she would not be denied.

And then... she came again.

And this time, traffic really did stop.

Her banshee scream reverberated throughout the canyons of midtown New York.

My mother's hands, stilling dripping from manipulating her clit, clamped onto the railing as she screamed into the lights of the city. Her hips never stopped thrusting.

Her scream was a sustained wail, a cry of utter triumph into the city night.

Her lungs empty, my mother reached back and grabbed my hips and hauled my cock deeper into her pussy.

"Cum Dani. Cum for me. Cum, cum, cum, cum."

She straightened, her upper body erect, her hands on the railing for support. She closed her legs, crossing her ankles again and did a series of pussy clenches, putting enormous pressure on my twitching cock.

This time she did it not to discipline me.

This time her sole focus was to make me Cuuuuuuum.

Anna bent her head back towards me and with both hands at her corset, she ripped the two halves apart, exposing her magnificent breasts to the night, if as shouting to the world, "I'm here, I'm free, I'm alive!"

I wrapped my arms around my Anna and filled my hands with her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. She immediately grabbed the backs of my hands and squeezed, signalling her want. I clenched my hands and kneaded her flesh roughly, exactly as she needed. I rested my chin on her shoulder and buried my face in her hair. She threw her head back and sent her tongue deep into my ear.

Her voice was deep and throaty. "Cum baby, cum for me now."

I cannot resist that voice. I exploded.

She clamped her upper arms down around mine, trapping my hands on her breasts.

She tightened her legs further, clamping ever harder on my spasming cock.

Her pussy lips gripped the base of my dick with astounding force.

She had me.

In every way possible.

"Yes baby!" she screamed to the night. "Cum for me! Give yourself to my pussy! She owns you! You are her helpless horny fucktoy slave! Cum for her. Cum! Cum! Cum! Cuuuuuummmm!"

Spurt after spurt after spurt of my cum pulsed into my mother's sweet sucking pussy. With every spasm, her vagina pinched and squeezed and stroked my rod, drawing ever more spunk from deep inside my balls.

Together we stood in the city lights, high above the streets of New York, clinging to each other, pressing our bodies together, cumming as one glorious throbbing, spasming entity.

Wave upon wave of sheer ecstasy coursed through my body, swamping my sex brain, permanently enslaving me to my greedy mistress.

When at last my cock pulsed its last spurt inside my mother's sweet pussy, when the violent convulsions of her second (or was it her third?) orgasm subsided, she released my cock, letting it slurp out of her snatch and disappear under my dress, throbbing and twitching and dripping from the intensity of its ordeal.

I expect to see our video on ThisIsNewYork on InstaVid tomorrow.

Anna turned to face me, her back to the railing. She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her magnificent naked breasts into my chest. "Oh baby that was fantastic. That was the most exciting fuck I've ever had."

We embraced, feeling the moment in the night air.

And then, I heard it.

Over there.

And there.

And over there.

Applause.

I whispered into her ear. "We're not alone."

She pulled back and looked around. The applause grew louder.

We parted and Anna stepped away from the glass and stood in the middle of the patio, naked from the waist up. She crossed her ankles and did an exaggerated curtsey / bow to the city. She exhibited not a hint of embarrassment at revealing to the city her stunning half-naked body.

"Dani! Come here. Take my hand."

We held hands at arms length and bowed in three directions to the city at night.

Still holding hands, we turned and scrambled off the patio and back into the office. Once there, she embraced me again and planted her mouth on mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and swirling it around my own.

Breaking the kiss, she looked at me, her eyes shining. "That was fucking great! Where next? Where can I give you that blowjob I promised you?"

I thought for a moment. The answer was obvious. "I know. Come on."

Holding hands, we raced down the hall to the elevator, down to the lobby and onto the street. Conscious we may still have an audience, or even intruders, I hailed a cab and piled my mother into the back, climbing in behind her. Immediately, she slumped her head into my lap.

I gave the driver the address as Anna closed her mouth over my cock. Her hands caressed the taut nylon encasing my legs as she suckled, her hair spilling out over my dress and onto the seat of the cab.

We moved quickly through the midtown streets of New York towards our downtown destination. For once, I prayed for stoplights. Anna was still magnificently motivated and she was slobbering all over my cock with enthusiasm borne of her extreme state of horny delirium.

I no longer cared what the driver thought. We were encased in our little plastic and metal cage, a plexiglass wall between us and the driver. Besides, he's seen it all before, a hundred times.

I lay back against the seat and let my deliriously horny mother take me as the city sped past.

Her magic mouth slipped up and down my length. She held its base with the fingers of one hand, stroking my cock when it wasn't fully down her throat. She was lost a state of bliss, one hundred percent focused on lavishing my cock with kisses and licks.

My mother is a magician. Her hot velvety mouth was heavenly on my throbbing cock. Her fingers dropped to its base, letting her mouth do the work so she could caress my balls in ways so skillful, so sexy, it could only be done by someone who absolutely loves what she's doing. She wasn't doing it for me - she was satisfying a personal craving for the mouthfeel of my cock.

My mother was in no hurry. She deep-throated my shaft and held it there, her tongue plying the jewel into my soft orgasmic glans.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, enjoying the sensation as much as me. "No cumming baby," she gurgled. "I want you super hard for our next adventure."

Up and down my shaft her fat soft lips slipped and swirled. My mother's blowjob skills are a twelve out of ten and she applied every technique to drive me wild with horny lust.

Her lips, her tongue, her jewel, her fingers, her teeth. All those things worked together to bring me to the absolute brink of utter explosion. But her skill did not stop there.

Anna is the mistress of denial and pleasure, which she uses to drive me insane with lust for her. She was now working her dark art upon me with relentless skill and intensity, driving me mad with need, made worse knowing she planned to deny me my release.

Holding me there, she noisily slobbered all over my throbbing, twitching prick. The distinctive sound of her wet slurping of my cock filled the back of the cab. My vision clouded; my heart raced. A soft moan escaped my lips.

"Oh Anna baby. Let me cum. Please, please let me cum."

All I could hear from my lap was a faint gurgle. The head of my cock was deep down her throat and she was unable to talk.

She shook my cock back and forth with violent vigor, so much so I nearly came.

Nearly.

In other words: "No."

I was so close. So very, very, very close. Her tongue was magical. It swirled and pressed, the jewel bringing me to the absolute brink of oblivion. My wicked mother plied her ultimate skill to keep me there, right there on the edge of the precipice, a nine point nine, staying with me on and on and on until all I could do was lie back in a stupor, a drooling babbling slut, desperate for release yet glorying in the knowing I was to be denied, only to be granted an even greater cataclysm as a pawn of her dark arts in our next adventure.

When at last the cab arrived at our destination, my mother pulled off of my throbbing dick and let it fall unrequited onto my corset with a thud.

She pulled away from my lap and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at me and grinned. "Put that away, cumslut."

Fuck I really needed to cum.

In two minutes we were through the security doors and down the hall to Anna's lecture theater. I pushed the ground floor door open and flipped on the lights. We were in front of Anna's huge lecture whiteboard, easily forty feet long, behind both the lectern and the table she uses to organize her notes during lectures.

"Dani, you're genius. This is perfect!" Mom cried.

"From the first time I saw you lecturing on that spring day, wearing your 1940's vintage dress and shoes..."

"Don't forget your mother's fully fashioned nylons!"

"... and the fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings, I have been in total awe of you, this incredible woman of style and substance, this brilliant, gorgeous, loving woman who I could never have dreamed would one day be in my bed."

"Look who's talking. I started planning my assault of your body the day your father walked out on me."

"No!"

"Oh yes. For two reasons. I didn't want you to turn out like your father, a lousy fuck and afraid of aggressive sex."

"And the second?"

My mother smiled and licked her lips. "The night he left me, I spent several hours masturbating. Each time I was on the brink of cumming, every time I slid that big vibrator inside me, you were in my thoughts. Through every orgasm I had in my bed that night, I fantasized it was your big throbbing cock trapped in my pussy. I'd never cum so hard in my life as then, dreaming about fucking you brainless."

Wow. I never knew.

So Anna had had her designs on me all through the last term of my first year. Since even before Thanksgiving.

I looked up at the steeply-angled amphitheater seating. "Do you think of me when you lecture in this theater?"

This was Anna's first-year calculus lecture theater. During school, four hundred pairs of eyes are fixed on her every move, clinging to her every word. And I knew of several who actively lusted after her, who were there just to ogle her magnificent physicality. I had no doubt Anna's calculus course is so popular simply because nine tenths of the student population actively lust after her.

The other tenth is brain dead.

"Baby, I think of you all the time. When you left me for school last fall, I cried every night."

That hurt.

"Every night when we did our Zoom calls, when we'd masturbate together on video together? Oh Dani, it left me so lonely. Don't ever leave me again baby. Not ever."

"I won't, Anna. I won't - wait! What did you just say?"

"Just that.."

"No. Video. You have video cameras in here, right?."

"Sure, to tape my lectures. So what... Holy shit! Let's do it baby!"

"Is the control room locked?"

"I have keys in my office!"

Fifteen minutes later three cameras were set up and rolling. Two were body-shots from different angles, while one, well, that one was right up close. The audio was getting picked up from the directional mic in the ceiling.

As I descended the steps of the middle aisle from high above the lecture floor, my mother was throwing a thick Afghan blanket over the big table.

"Color for the cameras," she said with a grin.

"Should soften the edges," I said.

"Now get your girly ass down here and fuck me stupid," she said.

It wasn't easy in heels and a tight skirt, but I managed it in record time.

She was waiting for me, laying on her back with her legs spread. One knee was bent upwards, her pink stiletto resting on the Afghan. She was breathing hard, her chest and tummy heaving in rapid deep pulses. Her eyes tracked me with laser focus as I converged upon her. She licked her lips and held her arms out towards me.

I climbed onto the table as fast as I could. The instant I was within reach, she had me. With a strength borne of extreme lust, she yanked me onto her body, wrapped her legs around my bum, her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers for a deep, longing kiss. The strength of her legs was incredible and even had I wanted to, it would have been impossible to escape. I was her plaything. To use and abuse; to have her way with.

Sometimes, it's how she fucks.

Like a predator in heat.

She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. Her face broke into a dazzling, knowing smile.

My mother reached down and pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist. My dick was instantly freed.

With the power of those legs, my mother positioned my cock at the entrance to her seething tunnel. She hesitated for a moment. With a powerful pull of her heels on my ass, she slammed my dick home, deep into her sucking pussy, who latched on for dear life.

Mom and I have been together as lovers for the better part of a year, and I've never seen her so motivated, never seen her so damn horny as tonight.

Earlier this evening she had transformed me into the object of her most treasured fantasy. Now she was putting every ounce of her body and soul into its fulfillment.

Her pussy went to work on my dick. Squeezing, undulating pressure from all sides attacked my cock. I knew from experience fucking my mother that when her cunt does this, when her pussy takes over, she's beyond horny. She's lost her mind. She's surrendered to her pussy. Her cunt brain has taken over and she just needs to fuck. And to cum. Now.

And what does her pussy want when she needs to cum so fast?

Friction, stimulation, power, and lots of it.

I attempted to pull my rock-hard dick out, just enough to give her a good solid stroke. But her pussy said NO by latching on and holding tight.

My mother stared into my eyes and grinned. "Got you, motherfucker. Now hang on and enjoy the ride."

My mother closed her body around mine like a boa constrictor, crushing me to her, nearly driving the breath from my lungs. Immediately her body began to vibrate and pump, alternately squeezing and releasing my legs, my ass, my torso. I was a rag doll being shaken, squeezed, slobbered on.

Except this rag doll has a big hard cock, and it's buried deep inside its mistress. As Anna rutted her body into mine, I did my best to adapt to her cadence, pushing in and pulling out in tune with her body. Soon we had the rhythm. She wrapped her arms around my back, locking her hands and elbows in an unbreakable grip as she thrust that magic jewel into my mouth. Together we squirmed and pumped and squeezed each other into a horny delirium of pure carnal need.

I'd cum a few times already and Anna's ED cocktail was working overtime. I was rock hard and not close to cumming.

"More Dani! Don't be such a fucking pussy! Fuck me. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I'd pushed into her with everything I had, and she'd taken it all and called me a pussy. I rammed my dick home as hard as I could manage. At this point, there was no way I could hurt her.

"Ohh! That's it! YES!"

I got into her rhythm. I slammed her cunt hard, pushing her body up the table with the force of each stroke. She broke the kiss and grunted into my ear with every thrust.

"Ohh! Now you're getting it! I - Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Fuck yes! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhhhhh, YES!!!

Her body, her mind, her soul, every fiber of her being was into the fuck. That OCD of hers, laser focused on sex, on my cock, on my body, on building and building and building and building into a monumental, crushing, celestial ORGASM.

Even if had I wanted to back out I was powerless in the unbreakable grasp of her body. Anna was careening towards a violent orgasm and I was her compliant conduit. My sole role was to give her everything.

My sweet horny mother had trained me. Nine months of pure, relentless sex training. Managing my ED drug regimen. Transferring to me her encyclopedic knowledge of sex. Detailed in-the-flesh instruction of a woman's anatomy and all her sensitive, erogenous parts. What she needs and how she cums. How to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her to oblivion. How to satisfy her, how to give her everything she wants, then shock her with things she didn't even know she was missing. How to deny my own reward until my woman is fully sated. Dozens of 72-hour near-sleepless cage matches in bed, she wanting it every conceivable way. Wanting it hard and fast. Wanting it slow and endless and sensual. Fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking until we were exhausted, spent husks. Then waking me at three in the morning with her soaking hot pussy on my face, begging me to be there for her, demanding I be instantly ready to respond, to take everything that is given, make her cum again, and again. Diving on my hardening rod and sucking it down her throat as she slides her juicy pussy all over my face while she forces buckets of my hot spunk down her greedy throat.

She had divorced my father because he would not do this for her. Could no longer respond. She'd broken his body and addled his brain. Spent and useless, he had essentially given up trying to satisfy her. And when he had left, leaving behind only a hand-written note to memorialize their twenty years together, she'd turned to me, praying I could do better.

Training me to do better.

All this for exactly this moment.

"Oh yes baby YES!"

We were in sync now. Bodies and minds, pussy and cock, thrusting, squeezing, pumping, kissing.

My cock was nearly at the point of no return. She'd trained me, endless hours in bed, forcing me to edge for hours and hours. But tonight, she had been all about the orgasm. She was desperate to cum and I was going to make it happen.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," she said, that voice coming from deep inside her core. "I'm gonna cum for you. I'm gonna to cum all over you, all around you. I'm going to - Ohhhhhhh - this is it - Ohhhhhh - this going to be, going to be, to be - ohhhhhhhhh."

My body was on fire. My cock was dipped in molten honey and tethered to a high-voltage cable. Soft, sweet, hot, super charged. I was crushed into her magnificent body. This woman, my mother, the sexiest woman in my universe, she IS sex, she IS lust. My personal Goddess of Sex, Lust & Orgasm. Her entire body was supercharged. Grasping, squeezing, rolling, squirming, sucking, biting, kissing, pumping, thrusting, humping.

My mother's body, her pussy, she is my orgasmatron. She conditioned me for long-term abuse, my cock, my body, sucked in hard and rutted upon, ultimately to be spewed out, spent and useless.

And oh so happy and satisfied.

Endgame.

This wild seething sexual creature engulfing me, she squeeeeeeeezed around me in a final starburst of pure sexual energy, rocketing me inexorably over the edge.

I exploded inside my mother's pussy with the force of a fire hose.

Her pussy went crazy.

Her body went absolutely kinetic.

An earthshattering, full-body orgasm took her, sweeping through her mind and her body. The power in her legs pulled me deeper inside her seething cunt, and her pussy worked in tandem to suck, suck, suck me in, undulating and roiling, squeezing and twisting my helpless spewing cock. Her left hand attacked my balls, squeeeeeezing them, squeezing and releasing in cadence with my spurting cock, draining me utterly and completely as her hungry pussy took every ounce of my cum with eager, horny delight.

"AAAAAAgghh," she screamed. "Cuuuuummmiinnnnnnnng! I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, Oh baby YES! YES! YES! Keep going! Harder baby. Drive me harder, harder, harder!"

My mother is a wild, feral, fantastic fuck at the best of times. But this. This was on a whole new level. She was completely, utterly insane with lust.

Our bodies convulsed together on that lecture table. She was a wild, vibrating, throbbing creature. Biting and licking and kissing and sucking. With the massive dose of ED drugs keeping me hard, I thrust into her with everything I had and she took it all and screamed for more. Her arms and legs squirmed and pumped, keeping it going and going and going and going.

And still she came.

"Still cumming baby. Still cumming. Oh, oh, oh, this - this - this is fucking amaaaaaaaaaazzzzinggggg!"

She rolled on top of me and pushed herself upright. My mother drove her seething, still-writhing cunt down on me with all she had, driving my spasming cock deeper yet inside her seething body. I grabbed her magnificent breasts and she grabbed mine (mine!) and she ground her pussy into me with all her weight until together our orgasms began to fade.

At last, reason returned and a hint of calm returned to my mother's sweet face.

She sat atop of me, her hands still on my "breasts" and slowly cycled her still molten core around my cock. Powered by her ED drugs, motivated by her Goddess beauty, her stunning sexual allure, and the magic muscles in her well-trained pussy, I had given her the power to keep my dick hard and ready for so much more.

"I love looking at your legs, baby," she said, pinning me prone beneath her. She was leaning back, her hands on my nylon thighs. Her entire core was shaking, readying herself for yet another stunning round. "Your legs make me so fucking horny. Wrap them around my waist and keep that big juicy cock inside my sweet pussy, baby. Come on, we've both just cum, now let's make it last, long and sweet and hard. Forever and ever."

She stroked her soaking pussy around my cock, bathing it in hot heavenly honey. Once again, her labia latched onto me and pulled me in deep, right to the base. Her suction was so strong, I could feel my balls moving. Her pussy was absorbing them too!

I wrapped my legs around her, locking my ankles together. With each cycle up and down my shaft, I drew her in with my legs.

With both hands, my mother snaked her fingers inside the front of her corset and once again ripped it apart, freeing her magnificent breasts above me.

I grabbed the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together, drawing my thumbs over her rock hard nipples, eliciting a quiet whimper from my mother, my slut. She sank down upon my shaft with all of her weight, building herself into another cycle of lust. Her juices flooded down my body and onto the Afghan, greasing her strokes and powering her anew as she stroked me, her assault relentless, undeniable, yet less violent. More sexy, more loving.

Her need was still sky-high. Her body was insatiable, powered by the realization of her greatest fantasy. My nylon legs and the fullness of my chest gave her life, ardor, passion. But the knife edge of her lust had been dulled, if slightly. I knew her signs: she was settling in for an eternal, transcendental, mind-altering fuck.

Which may be a good thing, because she was rapidly wearing me down.

As her pussy slid up and down my cock, she hovered over me, hands on the Afghan, her face just inches from my own. A bit of drool escaped her crimson lips and spilled onto my cheek. She opened her mouth wide, showing all her teeth, and snaked out her long flexible tongue. The enormous red jewel glinted in the stage lights, and she grinned, not with joy or humor, but with carnal intent.

"I'm going to fuck you long and hard baby. Stay with me. We're going deep. As deep as we've ever been."

My mother plunged her mouth onto mine, her lipstick oily and slippery. She slid her lips all over my mouth while driving the jewel deep inside. She was so motivated, gasping for air, pulling it from my lungs through her mouth, even as her lips made a perfect seal on mine.

Her hands went to my head, holding me fast, as her jeweled tongue fucked my face and her pussy continued its relentless onslaught of my body.

On and on she slobbered into my mouth while her core never ceased rotating around my shaft. Releasing my mouth, she pulled my face into the fullness of her breasts, signalling their need for attention. I filled my mouth with nipple, squeezing it tight between my lips and flicking it repeatedly with my tongue. That brought a guttural cry of lusty joy.

She pushed off my chest. She was straddling me, her upper body erect and in control, her hands on my chest for support. Her entire weight had plunged her pussy onto my cock. She settled into a long, leisurely grind, designed to bring her clit to the tipping point, but not over. This, I knew, this was why she insisted I bathe and shave down there. She had planned this all along.

Her core rotated above me, back to front, up and down. At the peak of the backstroke, with my shaft a few inches exposed, she ground down and forward, scraping her clit over my skin, maximizing penetration, friction, absorbing me to the hilt. On this stroke, she angled herself so that the head of my dick would push into her G-tube, joining with her clit to keep her on the very edge of mindless oblivion. Then she would relent, come back on the up stroke, easing my throbbing dick a few inches out of her dripping pussy. The garters of her flawless nylons stretched and strained with each cycle, as if in support of the long journey ahead.

My mother - consummate sex machine. Never did she pause; never did she relent.

Paradoxically, sometimes my mother gets so blindingly horny she actually has trouble cumming. Content for now to drift along in a mindless state of horny delirium, Mom cycled her core endlessly. My cock was her prisoner and she was my greedy warden.

But of course I was with her all the way - 100% all in. We fell into a long, deep fog of lust, our bodies fully in sync, our brains devolving into one hundred percent sexual connection. There was nothing else. Only we two, joined utterly in sexual bliss.

With our desperate need for friction and orgasms having been met over this joyous night out, we devolved into cycling our sex for what seemed like forever, but in reality was likely a couple of hours. We can literally fuck for hours like this, my mother and I, just one tiny mistake, one little slip away from supernova explosion.

Being joined like this, at the very brink of cumming for hours, has a profound effect on my mother and me. It's fabulous sex, of course it is, but it's far more than that. It's a soulful connection, a melding of mind and body, irreversible and delicious. We can read each others' thoughts, the micro expressions on our faces shouting our emotions to the other, tiny changes in our bodies' movements or musculature signalling volumes.

Periodically my mother would drop down for a long lingering kiss, or we would merge mouths to necks to ply those most sensitive little squirmy spots upon each other, extracting moans of pleasure and expressions of love and delight. Or she might offer a breast to my mouth and my fingers, where I would suck and squeeze and lick and kiss until she was at the brink. And then she would rise up again, resume her long slow rape of my body, rotating her core, my throbbing needy cock deeply embedded inside her glorious perfect body, her magic pussy undulating and squeezing and rippling along my length just enough to drive me mad with lust, yet knowing I would do nothing, nothing to end this until we were both ready. And when two people are joined like this for hours, continuously on that brink, our trust in each other never wavering, our lust never faltering, the anticipation of our final explosive reward grows exponentially, this promise like a powerful drug, as mind altering as LSD but far more profound, and vastly more addictive.

Eventually I began to realize the night was fast disappearing. Saturday morning would soon be upon us. It was time. I needed to get her to cum, so we could clean up and get home, before the university day begins.

But my mother had lost her mind completely. She was utterly lost in a fog of lust and emotion.

"Anna," I said. "Anna!"

Her eyes opened dreamily and closed again. Her core continued to cycle around my cock.

I thrust upwards, breaking her cycle.

That did it. Her eyes opened, and she became aware of the need within per pussy. Her pussy needed one final explosion before we could leave. One more orgasm.

But sometimes my mother lapses into such a helpless state of horny delirium she needs a special trigger to finally cum.

Sometimes, she needs my throbbing, pulsing rod to pump rope after rope of steaming hot cum deep into her pussy to make her cum. And when I do, and when she does...

Earthquake.

Hurricane.

Total destruction.

I'd already cum a few times tonight. Along with the ED drugs and the months' long sex training courtesy of my mother, I wasn't sure if I was able to cum.

That drove her insane. After edging for hours, when she finally emerged from her trance, she devolved once again into a desperate horny slut.

"Cum for me, cum for me, please, please, please baby, blast a hot steaming load of sticky, ropy cum deep inside my boiling pussy. My pussy needs you. She needs your cum."

But I'd cum several times this night. The endless edging had made me strong. I wasn't ready. My cock was an iron rod, unbreakable, unstoppable. I desperately needed her help to cum.

But there was a way. "Let me eat you Anna! I want your pussy on my mouth, your legs wrapped around my head. I want that jewel; I want it so badly up and down my cock. Drive me wild as I do you, mad with lust as we use each other's bodies, until we collapse into a puddle of useless flesh, panting and twitching and useless."

She was off me in flash. In two seconds flat, she had rotated to 69, pulled me on top of her, wrapped her legs around my head, pulled my mouth to her seething hot snatch, and sucked my cock deep down her throat.

An Olympic sex move if ever there was one.

Now my mother's pussy is one thing. But her mouth.

Oh sweet Lilith, there is not a man in this universe that could hope to hold out if Mom's mouth is set on getting a load of cum down her throat. All the ED pills, all the cumming, all the endurance training in the world means nothing to the skillful, hot, jewel-tongued mouth of my glorious sexy mother.

Her lips, her tongue, her jewel, her throat, her teeth. All worked together as one hot, wet orgasmic machine for my cock, sending shock waves of pure spasmic lust coursing through my brain and my body. She had me, and she knew it.

I latched onto her double clitoris and sucked them into my mouth, swirling the tip of my tongue to get them wet and ready. My fingers slid deep inside her pussy and when I found her G, she gasped, but her cries were muffled with her mouth full of my throbbing dick. Gushes of sweet femcum poured into my mouth. I was on the right track.

Spasms swept uncontrollably over my face as my body responded to my mother's frenzied attack on my shaft, making it difficult to stay focused on her clit. Sensing this, she pumped her thighs together repeatedly, over and over and over, driving me deeper and harder into her sex. She was using her thighs to masturbate with my face, while sucking my dick.

The onslaught on my cock was too much. Trapped and held prisoner by this incredible sex demon, I lost all control and blew my load into her eager mouth. That took her over the edge and she came right there, flooding my face and mouth with oceans of her femcum.

With her spectacular lean thighs wrapped around my head, I could hear none of her screams, but I felt them. Her entire body shook and vibrated, her massive orgasm sweeping her into another plane of existence altogether. Hours of tantric sex had built her orgasm to stratospheric proportions, and her explosion was earth shattering, possibly even dangerous, given the position of my head between her powerful legs. I had little choice but to stay with her, doing my best to lick and suck and lightly bite her clit to drive her orgasm to the most powerful attainable by Fem.

As we cooled down at last, Anna collapsed on top of me, her lips sucking in my balls. I embraced her, my arms around her firm round bum, her legs still open and my mouth full of her throbbing, leaking pussy. I was thankful she seemed to be sated. For now, anyway. Once she got me home and into her bed, all bets were off. I was almost certainly in for a royal fucking over a long sex-filled weekend ahead.

Eventually we sat up and faced each other. She mounted my lap and slid my somewhat softened cock gently into her receptive snatch, wrapping her legs around my hips. Sitting together like this, we hugged and kissed.

"Mmmm, that's nice baby," she said. "Let's let time stand still. I want to be here, joined with you forever."

We held each other in sweet recovery for a few minutes. But it was close to dawn.

"Anna. Baby. We have to go. It's 5:00 AM."

She pushed off me with a start. "You're right. The janitorial staff comes in right around now. Come on, let's go."

We hustled off the table and fixed our clothing, especially nylons and garters. Anna gathered up the soaking Afghan to return to her office when I stopped her.

"The video cameras. They're still running."

Anna laughed. "Ooops."

I made the long climb back up to the video booth and shut off the cameras. When I'd set up the filming, I'd found a box of flash drives in Anna's office and now I downloaded the videos onto three separate flashes, then erased the video from the hard drive and emptied the cache.

In my hands was a video memory of one epic fuck.

Three hours of sex in three angles.

We clacked down the ancient wooden hallway in our heels to Anna's office. She dumped the soaking Afghan and we fixed our makeup at her desk, then headed towards the exit.

Of course one of Anna's professor colleagues was going into his office just as we approached it. At the sight of Anna in full clubwear, with sky-high heels, micro- minidress, glossy nylons and massive deep cleavage was startling to say the least.

"P-P-Professor Grant," he acknowledged, unable to avert his eyes from his colleague's body and legs.

"Dr. Casey," Anna said with a brilliant smile. We walked on, feeling his eyes burning into our backs.

"Will that be a problem for you?" I asked.

"Not officially. But I may get a little more attention from now on. Don't worry. I can handle it."

~~

When we tumbled into her apartment, all was quiet. My sister Erika still had not returned. She was spending the night with Hailey. Knowing Erika, Hailey would be getting the full pussy treatment. Erika is, after all, her mother's daughter. If Erika's staying the weekend, Hailey's going to be a complete wreck. Definitely she's not going to be in any shape for work on Monday.

My mother grabbed my hand and dragged me into her bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind me.

In a flash her mouth was on mine, her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist and savored her kisses.

This time she was tender. She kissed my face with her fat sticky lips, a dozen times, two dozen, my mouth, my cheeks, my eyes, my nose. My neck.

She pulled back and gazed into my eyes. Her face was shining with happiness.

"Thank you Danny. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

"You've made me so happy. You made me so horny. And you stayed with me. All the way. You fulfilled my greatest fantasy, and you never broke away. Not even a hint. This was the night of my life! The night I've always dreamt of."

She bent her head back and laughed at the ceiling. Her gaze returned to mine, her face alive and joyful. "Oh baby, you don't know - you can't realize how much this night has meant to me. All that makeup. The clothes. Playing along in the restaurant. You even made that guy horny!"

"I had so much fun, Anna."

"You did? Really?"

I knew the implications of what I was saying.

"Really."

"Enough to go shopping with me?"

I knew it. "Enough to go shopping with you."

My mother clapped her hands together. "YES! We're going to have so much fun. We're getting a full wardrobe for you, Daniela O'Brien. You're going to be my horny girly slut, baby. Your cock is my orgasm machine and your ass is my pussy to fuck. We're going to find so many inventive and crazy places to fuck. I'm so excited.

"Now let me get you into the shower. Get you all cleaned up and into bed."

"You're not tired?"

"Of course not. Are you? I'm super charged and ready for a long weekend of total debauchery. Baby, I have plans for you."

"Plans?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh. You stayed with me all night. The whole night. So for the rest of the weekend, you're mine to treasure, to love, to suck, to fuck, to kiss and caress. You don't have to do anything baby, if you don't want to. Leave it up to your Anna. It's Saturday morning. I'm going to spend until Monday morning seeing how hard I can get you and how long I can keep you hard. How many times can your body orgasm in one weekend? We're going to find out. You're all mine baby. For the next forty-eight hours, I am your sex slave, your personal goddess of sex, lust, and orgasm. Your orders for me, master, are that I am to give my body to you, completely and utterly. Your reward will be sexual pleasure beyond your imagination. For the next forty-eight hours, I live to give you pure ecstasy, almost beyond your ability to endure.

"First, I'm going to run you a steaming hot bath. Feed you massive doses of ED drugs so you never, ever, ever go soft. I'm going to bathe you, get you all fresh and renewed. Then I'll dress us both in my sexiest, filmiest nylons. And then... I'll go to work on you."

She lowered her voice to a husky growl. "I am the mistress of the dark arts. I've studied eastern sexual philosophy. Ancient sexual rituals. I'm a scholar of sex. My mission is to keep you on the highest plane of arousal until your brain breaks. I'll worship your cock, give you my everything. My body is yours. My mouth is yours. My pussy, my ass, my breasts, they're all yours, they're at your disposal, and they're desperately eager to please you, to wrench orgasm after orgasm out of your needy body until you are utterly and completely spent. And still I'll keep coming.

"I'll feed you, I'll bathe you. I'll even let you sleep - just a little. I am a master of Japanese massage. I'll smooth out your muscles, get you all relaxed and dopey, and then slide my mouth over your big fat cock and give you an hour-long, leisurely, soaking-wet blow job."

"Oh Anna. Are you sure? Don't you want me to..."

"I'm sure. Your father would never do for me what you did tonight." She closed the space between us and put her arms around my neck. "And when you do such wonderful things for me, there are rewards. Boundless rewards. Baby, I'm going to make all your lustful dreams come true. Just play with me, like you did tonight, all the way down whatever depraved road I want to go, and I'm yours. Everything I have, everything I've studied and practised about the sexual arts, I will now ply upon you. I have so many fantasies. We're going to play them all. You'll be my slave; I'll be your mistress. I'll be your slave; you my master. You'll tie me down and rape me senseless, in every hole I have, just as I will you. We'll play with every toy I have. I promised you baby; this will be our life together. Endless, boundless pleasure and limitless ecstasy. I'll deny you nothing. I'm yours, fully, completely, lasciviously yours."

Wow. This stunning spectacular woman, my mother, the sexiest, most beautiful woman in my universe, she wants to be my sex slave. And all I have to do is...

"Next week Anna, we're going shopping. I can't wait for our next adventure."

A sweet smile swept over my mother's face. "I'm getting horny again."

I held up one of the flash drives from tonight. "Wanna watch a video first?"

~~

Josie's Notes

Anna's greatest fantasy - fulfilled.

Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more adventures of Anna, Audra, Erika, Josie, or even Shelby and Hailey. Would you like to see a revival of the remaining members of the Yoga Women's Sex Club?

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