Untethered Ch. 01

I awoke to my husband whispering in my ear, "Good morning, beautiful." It was our 3-year anniversary. As I gained consciousness, a hazy dream that never quite came into focus drifted into nothing. My husband's hands were already roaming my body. He can never wait past the morning on our anniversary. I don't know how long he had been touching me but as his hand brushed against my pussy I felt it. We both recognized it at the same time. For any normal couple, this would probably just be another day, but not for us. I had never experienced 'this' before. I just assumed 'this' was something that only some women's bodies can do and I was always too embarrassed to dwell on it. But there was no mistaking it.

I was wet.

I've never been wet before. Sex really wasn't something I thought about all that much. I never felt like I was missing anything and I liked the feeling of having sex with my husband. Sure we were what my friend Vanessa might call boring because we didn't experiment and only did missionary but it always felt good to me. I liked sex a lot actually and I was very much looking forward to our anniversary today. As the haze continued to lift I felt his hand on my pussy again. Something was very different down there. We both froze at the realization. Our breathing slowed to a stop. I felt something strange deep inside me and I was scared. A wonderful tremor went through my body. Whatever I thought sex was before this was something entirely different and it was about to change my life forever.

"MOM HURRY UP WE'RE ALREADY LATE!"

My son Greg yelled from downstairs.

I remembered I had a meeting at my son's school today that I couldn't get out of. My analytical mind was now battling the tsunami of sexual pleasure that was threatening to burst forth. I barely managed to push my husband's hand away and got out of bed.

My husband stared at me as I stood on shaky legs, catching my breath.

"I have to go," I said.

"I know," Peter said.

Greg was my stepson. I was only 33 and Greg was 18. When I turned 30 I had a mini crisis and I married Peter. It was the best decision of my life and I loved both him and my now stepson Greg. Peter was 43 now and even though there was a 10-year age gap between us, I never paid it any mind.

I rushed putting myself together as fast as I could. I didn't have time to think about anything. I was on autopilot. My brain began to catalog events like a computer. I felt like I was outside my body watching myself from a third-person viewpoint. I saw my whole body flinch as I tugged at my panties. Pleasure flowed through my body. Everything began to move in slow motion. My soaked panties began to seperate from my pussy. A long string of my own wetness grew between them. The amount of my discharge was so copious that the viscous connection only broke when my panties hit my ankles. I tossed them aside and continued through my morning routine. I popped in the shower just long enough to rinse myself off while keeping my hair dry. I was already late and didn't have time. As I cleaned myself I was afraid of what would happen if I touched my privates directly. I still didn't understand this alien pleasure and it showed no signs of fading. I braced myself as my I moved my loofah between my legs. The briefest of contact with my clit caused me to yank my hand away from the raging inferno that threatened to explode at every touch.

I grabbed from the pile of clothes I had set aside for today. A new thong I bought especially for our anniversary. It was going to be a surprise for later. I had never felt comfortable in a thong before, so I didn't own any. I gasped as it gently slid into place. I put my short skirt on and looked at myself in the mirror. This was not appropriate attire but I was only going in for a meeting and then coming right back.

The rest of the morning went by in a blur. The outside world grew distant as the throbbing between my legs continued. I began to worry I was going to ruin my new thong. I rushed to the bathroom. With no other options I wadded up a handful of toilet paper and stuffed it down the front of my thong. I had to try to stem the tide between my legs if I had any chance of making it through this. I visually checked to see if my wetness could be seen through my skirt. Why was it still throbbing down there?

I composed myself, feeling confident I could make it through this meeting with my newly stuffed panties. I quickly headed back towards the conference room

"Mom."

My chair jolted against my butt and I almost lost control right there in front of them.

My stepson Greg had nudged my chair to get my attention.

I had been completely zoned out. I felt myself wanting to give in to the fight. Could I let go right here and not give it away? Did I even have a choice?

I snapped out of it as I remembered where I was. My son and I were sitting accross from another male student the same age as my son named Reece and a school guidance couselor.

This was the fifth incident. I'm sure there were more that I didn't know of but it was the fifth time I had come to the school to try and resolve it. Looking back it must have been going on for some time. My son would come home in various states. Hair tussled, clothes ripped, bloody lip, swollen eye. He had said it was just backyard pro wrestling fun with friends.

It was Reece.

I had lost any faith in the school to handle the matter and I saw no signs of it quieting down with Greg.

When the guidance counselour finally finished her rehearsed rhetoric, we exited the meeting and my son disappeared into a throng of students. The same hopeless look on his face he always had when we talked about Reece.

I saw Reece walk out a side exit instead of heading to class and saw my chance. I could use this as leverage to get this PoS to stop messing with my family.

As I stepped outside the door, I scanned the horizon but saw no one.

"BOO!"

Reece laughed as he startled me

The wet toilet paper in my thong shifted as I jumped.

I had had enough. My frustration got the better of me.

I went on a tirade about his treatment of my son and promised to tell the faculty about his attempt at skipping class and that I would continue to be a thorn in his side until he left my stepson alone.

Reece just leaned back against the wall not saying a thing during my lecture. He maintained a calm composure through it all. To my amazement, when I finished, he apologized and promised it would never happen again.

Now calm again my brain returned to the heat between my legs that refused to go away.

I turned around to enter the building.

My ass caught fire like the Fourth of July!

'SMACK!!!'

Time stopped.

My brain struggled to process the event.

The fire on my ass began to spread uncontrollably. It shot down my left leg into my foot and caused my toes to curl so hard my foot felt like it was going to sleep. It went up my left arm and into my breasts. My nipples popped like a switchblade.

Finally, my brain started to catch up.

Reece had slapped my ass.

HARD.

I opened my mouth to say something but all I heard come out was a low voice buried deep down inside...

"Oh..."

"Shit..."

And the damn broke.

My pussy flooded like the Nile River. My thong was overrun as I squirted down my legs. I couldn't move as I stood shaking in a growing puddle at my feet.

Whatever I thought I knew about pleasure just got smashed like the 10 commandments against a mountain of cum streaming out of my vaginal opening and down my legs.