If Only I had Known

Karen needs to be shown who she really is.

Let me start by saying that I am deeply in love with my husband. Even more so now. Now that I know the whole story, I want to share it with you.

My name is Karen, and don’t even start with the ‘Karen’ jokes, ok? I am 38 now, but I was 34 when this all started. I am now in the best shape of my life, down to 122 pounds, 5 feet 4 inches tall, 34 C breasts and a nice shapely butt! Back then, I was almost 150 pounds, settling into life as a happily married woman who let herself go a bit. Sex was becoming more and more infrequent.

We have two children, Michael Junior who was 15 then, and Michelle who was 14. Junior was a bit of a surprise, as I had only had sex one time with Michael, and got pregnant. We got married shortly before Junior was born. Michael has a great job as a software developer and was working a lot of late nights getting a big software release ready to go live.

So, I’ll start at the beginning, in 2022. It was one of the rare nights when Michael was home in time for supper and the four of us were enjoying a nice dinner together. The children told us about their day at school, Michael told us about how he hopes all his hard work will pay off, and that he is expecting a major bonus if and when this software goes live. He said that we might finally get that Disney Cruise the kids had been hoping for.

Then he casually asked if I remembered his friend from college, named John. I didn’t recall Michael ever mentioning John but let it slide as Michael continued. Seems John is planning on moving to our town soon, and Michael was wondering if I would mind if John spent a few days with us while he looked for an apartment and a job. I expressed my concerns about why would John move if he didn’t already have things lined up, and Michael just brushed it aside. I told Michael that we would talk about it later.

We were all watching TV, well, Junior was on his phone doing whatever 15-year-old boys did, and Michelle was wearing her school skirt and lying on the floor in front of Michael and myself, sitting on the couch. She is laying on her belly with her feet in the air, kicking her feet back and forth. I look down and I can see Michelle’s panties, kinda stuck in her butt crack. I look at Michael, and I see that he too is looking at Michelle’s panties, and I notice a bulge in the front of his pants.

This puts my mind into a weird place, part of me wants to tell Michelle to sit up like a proper young lady, but that naughty part of my mind wanted Michelle to spread her legs and give her Daddy a better view. I leaned over on Michael’s shoulder and slowly slid my hand down and was rubbing his erection. He looked at me and saw that I was also looking at Michelle’s bottom, and I swear his cock got harder.

Michelle got up to go take a shower and get ready for bed, then Junior said he was going to his room to play on his computer. As soon as the kids were out of the room, I unfastened Michael’s pants and pulled his penis out and started playing with it. I looked up at him and said, “I saw you looking at Michelle’s bottom, and you got hard.” He got all embarrassed and started stammering some lame excuse, but I whispered, “It’s ok, I was looking too!”, then I leaned down and took Michael’s penis into my mouth. This is something I rarely do as I really don’t like to do it, but I was turned on. He didn’t last long and shot his semen into my mouth, and reluctantly, I swallowed.

Michelle came bouncing back in a few minutes later, plopped down on the floor and her nightgown rode up showing even more of her pantied bottom. Michael quickly excused himself and headed down the hall to take a shower himself. I moved over into his spot and leaned against the arm of the couch and watched Michelle. Since it was a Friday evening, I told Michelle she could stay and watch whatever she wanted as I was going to take a shower then go to bed. She hopped up and kissed me good night, then grabbed the remote. As I got up, she crawled into my spot and like me, leaned over on the arm of the couch and started flipping thru channels on TV.

Michael had already finished his shower, so I stepped into the bathroom. There on top of the dirty clothes was Michelle’s little cotton panties. I know that Michelle doesn’t have thick dark pubic hair, so I had to assume the pubic hair was from Michael. I showered, then cleaned up the bathroom and went to tell Junior goodnight. I knocked softly, but got no response so I quietly opened his door and peeked in. He was at his computer with his back to the door. He was watching a porn video and from the frantic movement at his arm, he must have been playing with his penis.

I watched for a couple of minutes then stepped in a bit and looked to see what he was watching. A young Japanese boy was frantically shoving his penis into the mouth of a chubby older Japanese woman. I didn’t want to ruin his fun, so I quietly backed out and gently closed his door.

I don’t know why, but Michelle’s panty covered bottom, and Junior playing with his penis put me in an even more randy mood. Michael was lying on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and was working on his laptop, which isn’t all that unusual. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, then crawled into bed on my side. I scooted closer and put my hand on his penis, he sleeps naked. I wrapped my fingers around him and felt him starting to get hard. I whispered, “Did you jack off in the bathroom with Michelle’s little panties?”, and his cock twitched in my hand.

I got out of bed, opened the door and checked that the hallway was clear, then ran to the bathroom and grabbed Michelle’s panties then scooted back to my bedroom. I hid the panties as I crawled back into bed and crawled under the covers between Michael’s legs. I gently stroked his leg with her panties, slowly working my way to his penis.

Michael closed his laptop and set it aside, then lifted the covers and watched me slowly wrap her panties around his penis. His precum leaked through the thin material instantly. I pulled her panties tight over the head of his penis and sucked his cock and her panties into my mouth. I knew that since Michael had already cummed twice, he would last much longer, and I took advantage of his throbbing erection. I got her panties as wet as I could, then kissed my way up to his mouth. Still holding her panties on his penis, I mounted him, pushing his penis and her panties into me.

I almost immediately had my first orgasm, which really helped to lubricate the panties that were being pushed deeper into me with every thrust. I kissed him then he rolled us over and he got on top. He made love to me like he did when we were younger. Passionately. Lovingly.

He finally had his orgasm and rolled off of me. I started to pull her panties out of me and he said, “No, leave them there!” and he proceeded to push the rest of her panties into my vagina, and he fingered me to another orgasm.

I slept better than I had in a while, and woke up, grabbed a robe and went to the kitchen and started fixing breakfast. Junior came in first and grabbed the first plate of bacon and eggs, then Michael came up behind me, hugged me around my belly and whispered, “I didn’t see them in the laundry, are they still in there?” The shock of realization hit me, and I started to run to the bedroom, but Michael stopped me, “Leave them in, I’ll fuck you again later!”

Michael’s language, and the whole erotic situation left me puzzled, and very aroused. I sat the plates on the table and Michael, and I joined Junior at the table. Junior kept looking at me with a funny expression, and when I looked down, my hard and very erect nipples were trying to get to freedom from my robe. My son staring at my nipples brought another round of arousal, and damned if my nipples didn’t get even harder.
Junior quickly finished his breakfast, put the plate in the sink and as he was rushing down the hall I yelled, “Tell Michelle breakfast is on the table, she had better hurry or Dad and I will eat all the bacon.”

Michael looked at me with lust in his eyes. Then Michelle came bouncing in. She reached up in the cabinet to get a juice glass, and I watched Michael stare as her nightgown raised up as she reached up, her panties tucked slightly into the crack of her butt. So many mixed feelings right now but damn her little butt looks so cute and sexy.

Michael innocently asks Michelle to see if her friend wanted to do something today, maybe go to the mall or swimming or something. I know he was trying to get the children out of the house. I didn’t mind, knowing the mood he was in and the pleasures that awaited me later.

Michelle said she would call her after breakfast. Then Michael said he would let Junior drive her to her friend’s house if she wanted. I just slowly finished eating. Michelle finished and ran to her room to get dressed and call her friend. Michael stopped at Junior’s door, knocked loudly then walked in. Michael offered to let Junior use the car today, but he had to take Michelle to her friend’s house.

I was doing dishes as the kids left, then Michael came up behind me and pulled me over to the table and pushed me forward, holding me against the table. He lifted my robe and shoved his penis into me. Slowly and deliberately, gently and deeply. I had a couple of orgasms, then he finished inside me. His penis slid out, then I felt his fingers in me. He pulled my baby girl’s very wet and juicy panties out of me. He turned me around, kissed me deeply then shoved them into my mouth and held them there.

His penis was erect again and he pushed me back and slid into me again. He then said, “I am inviting John to stay with us, I can pull out the sleeper sofa in my den.” He is pushing harder and faster, “You’ll like John, he’s a great guy, and the kids will love him as well.” Faster, harder, deeper, “He’ll be here Monday, I’ll let him know that you’re expecting him.” Deeper, harder, faster, “Be nice to him!” and Michael has another orgasm.

All weekend long, when Michael had the opportunity, he would grab me and make passionate love to me. I am not sure what’s gotten into Michael, but I am not going to complain.

Monday morning rolls around, I get the children off to school, then Michael decides he doesn’t like what I am wearing. He suggests that I wear dresses more often, show off my legs. He picks out a dress for me. It probably would have fit me better last year, but I am a bit wider in the butt and breasts now, so the dress is kinda tight. I ask Michael if he wants me to be wearing such a low cut dress when John arrives? “Yes, baby, if you have, flaunt it!” Then he heads off to work.

I try to do some housework, but this dress isn’t exactly suited for working in. I am sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I answer the door, and wow! “Hello, you must be Karen, I am John.” This guy has a Patrick Swayzee look with a Sam Elliott voice, slow, deep, sexy southern drawl.

Like an idiot, I just stand there looking at him. “Are you going to invite me in Karen, or am I just going to have to move you aside and make myself at home?”

“Sorry, please yes, come in. Yes, I am Karen.”

John grabs a military duffle bag and steps in, “Show me where I can stow my gear Karen, then I’ll take a cup of that delicious smelling coffee.” I show him to Michael’s den, he tosses his bag in and says, “You can put everything away for me later. Now, some coffee!”

I lead John to the kitchen and sit him at the table, pour a cup of coffee and hand it to him. He cups my hand in his as he takes the cup, and I feel like an electric jolt. We chat about this and that, have a few more cups of coffee, then John asks for a tour of the place after I show him where the bathroom is. I show him to the bathroom and stand there like a fool.

“You gonna help me hold it, or ya just want to get a look at it?”

I get very embarrassed and quickly leave to allow him to do his thing. While I am waiting, I do wonder what he looks like naked. My nipples react instantly, standing proudly and trying to push though my bra.

John notices my erect nipples and teases me, “Did ya get a chill Karen? Your nipples look to be tryin’ to find a warm mouth?”

John continues to make me uncomfortable all afternoon. Thankfully the children get home. John introduces himself and chats with the kids as I start supper. Michael should be home on time this week since he knows John is here.

After supper, John and Michael go to the den and chat, Michelle whispers, “I like him, he’s sexy!” I think to myself, ‘What does a 13 year old girl know about sexy?’

Finally, bedtime. Michael and I are in bed, and he is making love to me and asks, “So what do you think about John?”

I get quiet, so Michael stops mid-stroke, “Well, Karen?”

“He makes me feel uncomfortable. Sexual innuendos, comments about my breasts, just makes me feel funny.”

Michael gives a few more pumps then cums in me, “You’re being a prude, Karen, lighten up!” He then rolls over and falls asleep. The next morning I am awakened early by the sounds of the shower running. I look at the clock, damn, it’s only 5:30, who is up and in the shower this early.

The shower shuts off and I open the door to watch whoever is coming out of the bathroom. The bathroom door opens and a cloud of steam floats gently toward the ceiling, then John steps out, naked, with a towel drying his hair. I step back quickly but peek through the crack in the door. As John is drying his hair, his penis is wagging back and forth. And My God, his penis! I don’t think I have ever seen a penis that long and that thick while hanging limp. John tosses the wet towel back into the bathroom and walks past my door on his way to the den.

I decided to keep my mouth shut to Michael since he thinks I am being a prude. But I can’t stop thinking about John and that penis!

I fix breakfast, and call everyone in, but John stays in the Den. Later, after the kids are off to school and Michael leaves for work, John comes out and asks, well, pretty much tells me to fix him some bacon and eggs. I do, and I set the plate in front of him. He tells me to sit, explain that I have already eaten but he grabs my wrist and pulls me toward a chair.

I sit quietly while staring off into nothingness. “So, Karen, did you enjoy looking at my cock this morning? I saw you spying on me from your bedroom!”

The blush starts at my breasts and hits the top of my head. I start to stand up, but John says, “Sit Karen!” My nipples are hard and I feel that tingle in my vagina. “Did you enjoy looking at my cock this morning, Karen?”

I turn away but he grabs my chin and turns me to look at him, “Answer me, Karen! Did you enjoy looking at my cock this morning?”

I quietly answer, “Yes.”

“It’s Yes Sir, Karen. It would do you well to remember that!”

‘Yes Sir.”

He finished breakfast without saying another word, then got up and went to the den. I cleaned up and did the breakfast dishes, dried everything and put it away, all the while thinking about his penis and calling him Sir.

The rest of the week went pretty much the same, him getting up early, going for a jog, then showering. But I did not spy on his penis again. More sexual innuendo. That Sunday evening at supper, Michael asked John if he had any luck, and John replied, “I’m making progress, things should be looking better soon.”

The next week, John asks me all sorts of personal questions. Is Michael good in bed? Do I suck his cock? Have I ever sucked another man’s cock? He keeps me in a state of confusion, embarrassment and arousal, but I do answer him with ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’. He will flatter me one moment, then add things like ‘You need to start jogging with me, lose some of that flab around your belly and ass.”

Sex with Michael has been fantastic! He makes it home every evening and makes passionate love to me every night. He is more attentive, compliments me every day. Or maybe it is just that John keeps me in such a state that Michael can sense it and takes advantage of it.

That Sunday at dinner, Michael again asks “John, making any progress?” and John replies, “Getting close, should have everything ready soon!” Then John teaches Junior what a MILF is, A Mom I’d Like to Fuck!’ And he tells Junior that I am a MILF!

“John, we don’t use language like that in this house!” I said sternly.

John just laughs at me, I look at Michael, and Michael says, “You are a MILF, Karen!”

I storm off to the bedroom in a huff and stay there the rest of the evening. Late that night, Michael comes to bed. I pretend to be asleep so he ignores me.

The next week John continues to compliment me, then degrades me in the same sentence. Stuff like ‘Karen, you’re beautiful, but you have a fat ass!’, or ‘Damn Karen, that lipstick is a sexy color, those lips would look so good around my cock.’ He seemed to be getting more and more suggestive every day. And Michael grew more distant every day, hasn’t even kissed me before heading to work.

That next week, John comes in and tells me to fix him breakfast, and I turn and glare at him, only to see him standing there, naked. I am transfixed, I am so pissed, but I cannot look away. John slowly starts stroking his penis and it starts to grow. “Or we could skip breakfast, Karen, and you could crawl over here and suck my cock!”

Oh my god, his cock is so big! I hesitate for a minute, while watching his cock grow to about eight or nine inches. “Crawl, Karen!”

I don’t know what came over me, but I dropped to my knees and crawled to him. He started slapping my face with his cock. “What do you want, Karen? Tell me what you want. Beg me to let you suck my cock!”
More cock slapping, “Tell me slut! Tell me you want to suck my cock!”

Him calling me slut broke something in my mind. I sat back on my knees and begged, “Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?”

“Good slut, you’re learnin’! You can suck my cock, but not here. I want you to strip naked right here, then crawl to your bedroom.” John then sits on a kitchen chair. “I’m waiting slut! I said strip!”

I look at the floor, stand up and reach back to unzip my dress, “Look at me slut! Look at your Master as you strip!” Oh shit! I remember reading a story about a girl that submitted to a Master, and how hot it was. I masturbated to that story a lot in high school!

My dress hits the floor, and John grabs my bra before it hits the floor and tosses it in the trash can. I keep eye contact with John as I bend at the waist and push my panties to the floor. “Stay right there, slut!” and John walks around behind me, slaps my butt cheeks and says, “You got a fat ass, slut!” And my god, I replied immediately, “Yes Sir!”

John ran his hand between my legs, and his thumb easily slid into my pussy and a moan escaped my lips. “Slut’s pussy is very wet! She must like submitting to her Master!”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good slut! Now, crawl to your bedroom, I want to watch your fat ass jiggle!”

Now honestly, crawling on your hands and knees is not the most ladylike thing, but I tried to wiggle my butt seductively as I crawled to my bedroom. I waited for John to open the door, then I crawled and knelt at the foot of the bed. John sat on the end of the bed and I scooted between his legs. “Do you want my cock, slut?”

“Yes, Sir, I want to suck your cock, please Sir?”

John just nods his head, and I reach up and grab his cock. I cant get my fingers all the way around it, it is so big! I put my other hand around it, then pull the head into my mouth. I close my eyes and enjoy this monster, then John slaps the side of my head, “Eye contact, slut!” I open my eyes and try my best to keep looking at John’s eyes. “Deeper, slut!” and I pull a hand back and try to get more of this wonderful cock into my mouth. I must have sucked him for 30 minutes or more, and he is still hard and hasn’t had an orgasm yet. I keep sucking, swirling my tongue around and over the head of his cock. He grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock and shoots several large streams of cum all over my face, neck, and down on my tits.

“Now slut, you’re supposed to thank your Master for sharing his cum with your worthless ass!”

“Thank you Master, for sharing your cum with me.”

“That is not what I said! You are a worthless slut and should address yourself as such.”

“Thank you Sir, for sharing your cum with this worthless slut!”

“Good slut! Yer learnin’!”

John stands up and starts going through my dresser. He looks at each of my bras, tosses some away, keeping only the sheerest of them. Then the same with my panties. I wear mom panties, and John threw every one of them away!

I ask if I can go clean up and he says, “No, slut!” and he keeps going through my dresser. I sit on my heels and watch, being torn about him throwing all of my stuff in the trash but turned on knowing I wont be wearing panties for a few days. John picks up the trash can, looks at me and says, “Crawl!” I crawl over to him, and he sits the trash can on my back and he heads to the hallway. I carefully crawl out, and he walks to the kitchen and I follow. John dumps all my things into the kitchen trash, filled to overflowing.

“Now you can fix me breakfast!”

“Yes Sir!” and I turn on the fire under the skillet, grab two eggs and the remaining bacon and set them on the counter. “Over easy, or scrambled, Sir?”

“Over easy, and don’t break the yolks!”

I finish cooking and set a plate in front of John, who is sitting at Michaels chair. I stand beside him, waiting.
John takes his spoon and swipes it up my very wet pussy, getting a spoonful of my juices, then he scoops a bit of egg on the spoon, and I think that is so hot, he’s going to eat my juices. John then turns and holds the spoon to my lips. I hesitate a bit too long and am rewarded by a very hard pinch on my right nipple! My mouth opens and the spoon goes in.

I am surprised by the act, but I realize it doesn’t taste bad at all.

“After I eat, slut, I’m going to shave that nasty pubic hair off! I want your pussy to look like Michelles!” I have an orgasm right there, my body shudders, my knees get weak and I grab the table to steady myself. Does John know what Michelle’s pussy, I mean vagina looks like?

John laughs, “I figured it would take longer before you came just from my words. Good slut!”

John finishes breakfast, and I put the dishes in the sink, then he grabs a handful of my pubes and walks me to the bathroom. John picks me up and sits me on the counter, then spreads my legs wide until just my heels are on the edge. “Stay right there, slut!” Now this is quite embarrassing, sitting with my legs spread wide while this man who is not my husband is going to shave my pubic hair. John uses Michael’s trimmer and takes most of my pubic hair off. He pushes me back and pulls my hips forward more and trims the hair around my butt. Then John takes a washcloth and soaks it in almost hot water and plops it down on my vagina. Then he starts massaging me down there, I close my eyes and I feel the washcloth part my vagina and I feel my clitoris reaching out for John. After a few minutes of him rubbing me, and another small orgasm, John smears a bunch of Michael’s shaving cream all around my vagina, and even into my butt crack.

He carefully shaves me, even my butt crack, and he leaves Michael’s razor on the counter, clogged with my pubes. Then he rubs moisturizing lotion all over my vagina.

Other than my pussy lips being so swollen and pink, I do look like a young girl, well one with a fat pussy and ass! I wonder to myself, John hasn’t fucked me yet, why hasn’t John fucked me yet with that magnificent cock? Most of the semen has dried on my face, neck and breasts, and it’s a bit annoying, like an itch.

After John is finished and he is pleased with his work, he helps me down and walks me to my closet. He finds the shortest wrap-around dress I own and helps me put it on. I feel very self-conscious, and my nipples instantly pop out. John just snickers, grabs a nipple and leads me to Michelle’s room. He is going through her dresser until he finds her panties and bras. He makes a note of the sizes, then tosses all of them into the trash can. While John is doing that, I am looking at Michelle’s desk, when did she get a webcam, and why does my 13 year old daughter have a webcam?!

John hands me the trash can, grabs a nipple and pulls me to the kitchen. He dumps Michelle’s underwear on top of all of mine.

“Grab your purse and your credit card, we’re going shopping! You drive!”

Again, I don’t know why but I said, “Yes Sir!” and ran to grab my purse and car keys.

We get out to my car, and I look in the rear view mirror, and I can see the dried cum on my face, and I actually smile. I put my seatbelt on and John reaches over and pulls my tits out of my dress, then pulls the bottom up so my hairless pussy is exposed.

As I back out of the drive, my bitchy know-it-all neighbor is push mowing her front yard, walking right toward us. John whisper, “Wave, slut!’ She is close enough that I am sure she sees me through the passenger side window, John holding my right tit and me waving like an idiot. John again whispers, “Should we stop and talk to her?”, I hit the gas and back out, quickly pulling away. John just shakes his head. Why does that make me feel so badly? I disappointed John, that’s why it makes me feel so badly.

John finally asks if I know where Victoria’s Secrets store is. I know there is one at the mall, but I have never been there. The mall is further away than I like, there and back will be close to when the kids get home from school.

I drive in silence, thinking about my panties and dress lying on the floor in the kitchen, and most of mine and all of Michelle’s underwear is in the trash, damn I hope we get home before they do!

We find the VS store, and the salesgirl is very helpful, helping Daddy pick out sexy things for his little girl. A 15 year old does NOT need to wear a thong! And half cup bras? Her nipples would be exposed, and she’s not even an A cup yet! John has his hand under the back of my dress and is cupping my butt cheek. I see one woman walk away with a disgusted look, but several of the salesgirls keep walking by the aisle we’re in.
Suddenly I hear my name, I spin around so fast that now John has his hand under the front of my dress, and John goes with the flow and cups my pussy. The lady that called my name is Diane, she’s on the PTA with me, and shit, she knows Michael! John turns and gets behind me, still holding the front of my dress up a bit. He puts his other arm under mine and reaches out to shake Diane’s hand. Diane is dumbstruck and can’t seem to find words.

“Karen, who is your friend here? Aren’t you going to introduce us?” If I could die from embarrassment, it would be right now.

“John, this is Diane, Diane, John.”

As John shakes Diane’s hand, his arm is jiggling my tit and my nipples respond like good soldiers going into battle.

Diane asks, “So, John, how do you know Karen? And you know her husband, Michael, right?”

John laughs and says, “I am training her to be my,” and I interrupt him, “John is my personal trainer, we’ve decided I need to work on my fat ass.” John’s finger slides into my pussy and my knees buckle, but John holds me up, a finger in my pussy and a handful of my right tit.

John laughs again, “Must have worked her too hard this morning, her electrolytes must be low.”

Diane glares at him for a minute, then says, “Well, it was nice meeting you John, and Karen, hope to see you at the PTA meeting next week!” then she walks away. When she gets to the end of the aisle, she digs out her phone and snaps a pic, John’s hand under the front of my dress and his hand on my tit.

After John is satisfied Diane has had a good look, he turns me to face the salesgirl again, “Young lady, you have been so helpful, thank you. Now mommy here needs some panties and bras as well, do you have any that match what we have for our daughter? It would be so hot for mommy and daughter to wear the same sexy things!” She guides us to the big girls section and helps John pick out several thongs that match or almost match the ones he picked out for Michelle. Then we head to the bra section. The young girl asks me my bra size, and John answers, “34C, for now but they will get bigger soon.” The girl looks confused but points out a few bras, John stops her, “No, no full bras, Half cup or just the Underwire type.”

The girl hands him a bra, and he holds it up, then acts like he is putting it on me, over my dress. I know it’s not fit right, but from where I sit, most of my tits will hang over the top. And John cups each tit and squeezes. John is watching the girl, and she is watching John’s hands caressing my tits.

The girl whispers, “We have dressing rooms in back of you want to . . . you know.”

John laughs, “Young lady, are you wearing Victoria’s Secrets?” She nods her head yes, to which John replies, “Would you care to model a few things for us, in the dressing rooms, in the far back?”

She blushes, then nods yes, “Let me get Pam over there to take this stuff to the register for us, anything special you would like me to model for you?”

John pinches both tits, hard. “Young lady, she will give you $10 for each time you take off a pair of panties, obviously with your perfect breasts, you don’t need a bra!” and she blushes again and her nipples perk up. She carries 12 bras and 12 thongs for Michelle, and 8 bras and 16 thongs for me, up to the counter. She whispers to Pam, then guides us back to the far back area, here there are two doors that open to good sized ‘dressing rooms’ but each one has a long bench. She shows us in and says she will be right back and she comes back with a dozen or so panties, if you could call them that. She shuts and locks the door.

John sits on the bench, pulls out his massive but still flaccid cock, looks at me and says, “Strip!” and she must have thought he was talking to her, and she had her blouse and pants off before I could get my dress unwrapped.

My god, is this girl legal? Perfect little A cup tits and a thigh gap you could drive a Volkswagon through!

John’s cock rose to full attention immediately upon see this little beauty. I wonder to myself if John looks at Michelle and gets hard like that.

She looks at John, “$10 for each pair, right?”

She is slowly pulling her panties down, slowly exposing her hairless little coin slot pussy.

John pulls me down and puts my hand on his cock, “Well beautiful baby girl, how much for me to fuck you, right here, right now, then Mommy can lick your pussy clean?”

She throws her leg over me and straddles John’s lap, my hand still stroking his cock. John reaches down and pulls my hand up and helps me finger this girls pussy, while John rubs his cock.

“$200 to fuck me, $300 if you cum in me!”

John says, “Deal!” and he grabs her hips, pulling her down on his cock and two of my fingers.

She moans, “Oh fuck Daddy! Fuck me with this monster!”

John pulls me forward so that my face is in the little girls’ butt, so I start licking. She is still getting used to the size of his cock but keeps working more and more of his beautiful cock into her little slut cunt! She manages to get to the bottom of his cock, then she rolls her hips and whispers, “Lick me, mommy!”

John grunts, “Yeah mommy, lick your little girl’s asshole!” and I cum, again!

I am not sure who has the most orgasms, me or her, but when John cums, her eyes get big and she says, “Oh! My! God!” and she squirts, soaking John’s shirt and his pants. I am fascinated, I didn’t know girls could cum that much. John is trying to keep his cock in her pussy, but she stops him, “No more, I cant take any more!” and she pulls off of him and falls to her side on the bench.

“Just give me the money and leave, I don’t think I could stand to have her lick me right now!”

John grabs my wallet from my purse, and counts, I only have $180 cash, so he pulls out his wallet, and puts two one-hundred-dollar bills with my money, rolls it up and slips it into her cummy pussy. John then leaves, and I scramble to get my dress on to follow him out. John gets out to the registers before I do, and the girl asks “Where’s . . . “ and John says, “She going to need a few minutes . . . what’s the total?”

“It will be $640 Sir.” She said that as nonchalantly as if it were a $40 sale.

“Pay the girl, slut!”

I immediately say, “Yes Sir!”, then get embarrassed because he called me slut, and I responded to it!

I gave her my credit card, thinking Michael will be furious! As she hands me the receipt, she holds my hand palm up and slowly drags her fingertips across my palm. I don’t know why, but I get goosebumps.
John explains that Pam likes Mommy and wants to play with her. And I have to stop for a minute, until the shockwaves stop.

John leaves me to carry both bags and gets to the car before me. I unlock the car, and open the trunk while John gets in. I open the driver side door, and John says, “Strip!”

I untie my dress and take it off and hand it to John then I get in and buckle my seatbelt. John rolls down his window and hangs my dress on the side mirror of the car next to us, and I am just thankful that no one was in that car right now!

I start the car and pull away, and look at the clock, Shit! Junior is probably already home and Michelle will be there any minute. John senses my urgency and reaches over and pinches my nipple, hard!

“But John, my kids will be home, I need to get home, put this stuff away, and put on some clothes.”

John matter-of-factly responds, “So? And you should address me as Sir, or Master!” and he pinches my nipple again, harder.

“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir, but my children, I can’t let them see me like this. And Michael, my god, I can’t let him know about this!”

“You’re not too bright for a beautiful slut! Michael hired me to break you and train you to be submissive. I’ve set Michelle up with an OnlyFans site, and she’s making big bucks! And Junior is probably jacking off right now to a submissive mommy story. And Michael, I’ve sent him a few pictures already, but when you kneel, naked, at his feet, he will know I succeeded in breaking you.”

This is all too much for me, and I start crying, I pull over to the side of the highway and stop the car.

John is getting aggravated and growls, “Get out of the fucking car and trade me places, I’ll drive the rest of the way!”

“But John, Sir, I am naked!”

“I said get out of the fucking car, NOW!”

I can’t stop crying, but I open my door, much to the happiness of the people zooming by on the highway. I run around the car and jump in the passenger seat. Horns are honking and people are yelling. John reaches down and slides the drivers seat way back, then gets in, and slides it back a little more.

As I am crying like a baby, I reflect on everything that has happened today. I sucked John, he shaved my pussy, he rummaged through mine and my baby girl’s underwear and threw most of it in the trash. He made me show my tits to my neighbor, rubbed my pussy and tit in front of Diane, made me pay a young girl so he could fuck her with that massive cock!

John parks in the drive and not in the garage, he pops the trunk and gets out. I look around trying to see if anyone is out and about. “Get out of the fucking car, slut!”

I run back and grab the bags out of the trunk and run to the front door. John had already walked in the house and closed the door and locked it, leaving me standing on the porch, naked, and holding two bags from Victoria’s Secrets bags.

I scream, “You bastard!” as John triggers the panic alarm on the keyfob. Car lights start flashing, the horn start honking, and people are coming to their windows to see what is causing all of the commotion. I start kicking the door, hoping John will let me in.

My god NO! Junior opens the door and just stands there with his mouth hanging open. I push my way past him and yell at him to close the door!

“Wow Mom, you are a MILF! Damn! You fucking John now? Does Dad know?”

John must have told Michelle that we bought her new panties and bras, and she runs in and she is more interested in the new panties and bras than her naked mother crying and sobbing.

John struts into the living room like he’s the King! “Michelle, you’ll have to give us all a fashion show after your Daddy gets home, model all of your sexy panties for your brother and Daddy.”

Michelle looks up at him with a big smile, and says “Okay, mommy, how long till daddy gets home?”

I can’t speak, hell, I can’t even look at either of them.

John puts his arm around Junior’s shoulders and guides him to stand in front of me. “Michael Junior, I have a proposition for you; Your mother is going to be naked at home now. If you manage to bring your grades up at a B average for a semester, you can play with her tits!” And John puts Junior’s hands on my breasts, and he squeezes and molests my breasts, and I notice the bulge growing in his pants.

Now if you get an A average, just tell you Daddy that you want mommy to be your slave too!”

I have an explosive orgasm, and I must have fainted. I wake up on the couch, Michael is wiping my forehead with a cold cloth, and Junior is spreading my hairless pussy lips, and I hear him say, “Oh fuck!” and he runs to the bathroom.

John is nowhere to be found. Michael helps me sit up, and whispers, “Junior just came in his pants from looking at your pussy! Imagine how hard he will cum in your cunt, slut!”

I grab Michael and start crying, then I start hitting him, hard, trying to hurt him for doing this to me! Michael just sits there and takes it, holding me tight. When I calm down, Michael puts his hands on either side of my face. He whispers, “You told me how turned on you would get reading those stories about girls submitting to a Master. I never forgot it, and then, I met John. He explained what he did, and I jumped at the chance! You have cum more today than you have in the past year, and I know you got off on it, I got reports from John every day. I will admit I was a little shocked about Michelle’s OnlyFans page, but fuck! Our baby girl is so fucking sexy hot! Plus, she is making some damned good money! I’ll have to ask her if she wants mommy to pose with her?” Dammit, I feel that tingle deep in my belly that expands outward through my pussy.

Michael stands me up, then says, “Kneel, slut!”

I immediately respond, “Yes, Sir!” and I kneel in front of my husband, my Master.

Michael takes a silver dog collar out of his pocket, wraps it around my neck, then puts a little padlock on it, locking it on my neck. The click of the lock triggers another intense orgasm.

“Now, slut, crawl to the kitchen and fix your family some dinner!”

I am standing at the stove, cooking. I feel someone behind me, fingers slowly sliding up my ribcage, then cupping my tits. I look down and I do not see Michael’s hands; I see Juniors hands cupping and squeezing my tits. At first, I get angry, and want to yell at him, but I can’t. I can’t speak; my breath is caught in my throat.

Junior uses that ‘little boy’ voice he uses when he wants something from me, “Daddy said I can play with his slut’s tits whenever I want, and I want to play with them a lot!”

I lean back against my son while he mauls my breasts, and I have an orgasm, again!

Junior finishes humping against my butt, and steps back. I turn off the fire on the stove, turn around and drop to my knees. I pull his pants to his ankles, then pull his tighty-whities down, free his now limp cock and I pull it to my mouth and suck and lick all of the cum from his belly and cock. I put his cock into my mouth and suck until his pubes are tickling my nose, and I feel my son’s cock growing in his slutty mommy’s mouth. I use my tongue to roll from the base to the tip, and I feel more cock reaching deeper into my throat.

Then I hear Michael’s voice, “Grab her hair with both hands, fuck her mouth like you hate her!”

“But Daddy, I love this more than anything in the world, I could never hate her.”

Michael steps beside us, puts his hand on Junior’s ass, and the other on the back of my head, grabbing a handful of hair. Michael starts banging my head into Junior’s groin, and it isn’t long before I feel his balls lift and I slide back, I want to taste every bit of his cum. Junior fills my mouth, almost as much cum as John, but hell, the child has already cum twice today that I know of. Then I think: child, my child, my son is cumming in my mouth! And another orgasm slams into me. There is a puddle on the floor between my legs, and it’s all from me, no one has fucked me yet! Junior pulls me to my feet and kisses me, not like a boy kisses his mother, like a boy that just got his cock sucked. When I feel Junior’s tongue pushing against my lips, I open my mouth and push a lot of his cum into his mouth. I thought he would pull away, but he pulls me tighter and drinks whatever I feed him.

I hear that soft baby girl voice, “Daddy can I kiss Junior like that?”

Junior keeps some of his cum in his mouth, then grabs his baby sister and kisses her, smearing his cum all over her face. She giggles and laughs and tries to run away, but Junior tackles her, and his face lands right between her butt cheeks. Michelle freezes as Junior’s tongue licks up the thong string in her butt.

Junior looks up at me, then at Michael, “Daddy, can I lick her pussy?”

Michelle squirms around and manages to roll over under Junior. “Michelle, do you want Junior to lick your little pussy?”

She nods her head violently, then pulls her thong to the side, grabs a handful of Junior’s hair and pulls him to her little pussy. Junior is going to town like he has done this before, and Michelle is writing around in ecstasy.

I hold Master’s hand and kneel beside him, I look up and whisper, “We should get her on birth control, now!”

“No, we will teach them to use condoms. And you are to stop the birth control as well. Then we will let Junior breed you and I will breed my Babygirl.”

I pull Michael’s cock out of his pants and suck him hard and deep, then Michelle yells, “Oh fuck yes Daddy, breed me and make me a slut like mommy!”

Michael, My Master, cums in my mouth. I suck as much as I can and hold it in my mouth, crawl over to Michelle and kiss her, feeding her Daddy’s cum to her.

It’s the weekend, and by Sunday night I can barely walk. Michael has fucked my face, my ass, and my pussy in every room of the house, He fucked me on baby Michelle’s bed while she was showing her new panties to some old pervert. He fucked me on Junior’s bed while I was sucking Junior’s cock. And I am pretty sure Michelle has coerced both her Daddy and her brother to fuck her, at least I think that was cum I was sucking out of my baby girl’s pussy!

And I have never been happier!

P.S. I gave Diane John’s contact info, I guess he is living in their house now. And the know-it-all bitch next door, she’s naked and on a leash after Michael walked me over there wearing only my collar. Her husband was fed up with her bitching and told her to strip naked and submit or get the fuck out.