Britslut’s
Slutty Stories
Dirty Weekend
© Copyright britslut 2004. No re-use allowed without permission.
I reach the hotel about 7 pm on Friday, and after a quick refresh make my way to the restaurant. My date is already there waiting. As always, his unbelievable handsomeness takes my breath away. He’s tall and hunky, young, clean-cut, with a winning smile and eyes that glow with the promise of sex. His tight shirt and pants emphasise the perfect musculature of his body.
He kisses me softly but passionately, in full view of everyone.
‘Hi mum, you’re looking gorgeous as usual.’
I’ve done my best. The flimsy red silk dress swirls around my curves and accentuates my smooth tanned limbs. I’ve done my hair up so that my neck and jaw are highlighted.
‘Not as gorgeous as you. Every woman in the place is lusting after you.’
‘And every man here would like to bed you.’
We discuss the menu and make our choices. The waiter leaves and my son looks into my eyes with that direct gaze that seems to know my innermost thoughts.
‘Now then, tell me what you’re wearing under that lovely dress.’
I swallow. ‘I’m wearing a white lace half-cup bra, with matching garter belt. Sheer tan nylons with white lace tops, about halfway up my thighs. And a tiny matching thong.’
‘I’ll enjoy inspecting those later. But tell me about the bra. Does it cover your nipples?’
‘Just about. But when they’re erect they sort of peek out the top.’
‘And are they erect now, mum?’
‘God, they’ve been erect all day! It’s driving me mad!’
He smiles. ‘Good. Are they very sensitive?’
‘Yes, very. They’re feeling very tender.’
‘Would a hot mouth make them feel better?’
‘Oh yes!’
‘And a tongue licking them and flicking them and curling round them?’
‘Yes!’
‘And lips sucking hard on them and teeth nibbling them?’
‘Oh god yes! They need that very badly ...’
‘Tell me about the thong. Is it dry?’
‘No, it isn’t. I only put it on an hour ago and it’s soaked already.’
‘What with?’
‘With my juices, of course,’ I whisper as the drinks arrive.
‘Are you creaming into your panties, then, mum?’
‘Like a flood, my love.’
‘Let me see.’ His eyes are hypnotic.
Carefully I reach down under my dress and work the thong down my legs and over my feet, and hand it to him. He holds it up, in full view of anyone who might be looking, and inspects the tiny white triangle. The crotch is transparent with wetness. He sniffs them and then rubs them against his mouth, and grins.
‘OK, that’s good, you can put them on again.’
I do so, hoping that no-one has seen -- but also proud of what is happening.
‘So how was your day? What have you been doing?’ he asks.
‘Well, I had my hair done and a manicure this morning, then I took a long bubble bath to make my skin soft. Then I shaved my armpits and waxed my legs and shaved my pubes ...’
‘Why?’
‘So that you can see all of me totally naked.’
‘All of your what?’
‘All of my pussy.’
‘Cunt. Say it.’
‘All of my cunt.’
‘Just so I can see it?’
‘And feel it and kiss it and touch it and ... fuck it.’
‘Fuck it with what?’
‘Your fingers ... your tongue ... your cock.’
The starters arrive, and we eat. I am trembling.
‘What about you?’ I ask. ‘What did you do?’
‘I showered twice, and cleaned myself thoroughly. I shaved my chin, and my balls and the base of my cock. Do you know why I did that?’
‘No.’
‘So that you don’t get hairs in your mouth when you suck my balls, and when my cock slides all the way down your throat.’
‘Yes.’
‘I also trimmed my fingernails very short. Why is that?’
‘So that you don’t scratch me. When you’re putting your fingers inside me.’
‘Where inside you?’
‘Anywhere! Anywhere you want!’
I realise I am raising my voice with excitement. He continues:
‘Did you also shave around your anus, mum?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
‘So that it’s smooth and hairless when you kiss and lick it.’
‘What did you do then?’
‘I gave myself a deep soapy enema, to make myself clean and empty. Then later I had an oil-and-water enema.’
‘Why?’
‘So that my back entrance is lubricated for you.’
‘Your asshole.’
‘My asshole.’
‘What do you want me to put in your asshole, mum?’
‘Anything you want, my love. Your tongue ... your fingers ...’
‘My cock?’
‘Yes, your cock. Your big strong male cock!’
Our main courses arrive -- I am almost too pent-up to eat.
‘I hope you haven’t come recently.’ he says.
‘No, my love. I’ve been good. I haven’t come for a week. But I’ve wanted to ... so much. What about you?’
‘I haven’t come for a week either. My cock’s been erect most of last night and all today. It’s bigger and harder than ever. My balls are aching and swollen with spunk.’
‘Oh yes!’
‘Where do you want that spunk, mum? In your cunt, or in your ass, or ...?’
‘Oh god, you know where I want it! I want it all over my face as I kneel in front of you with my mouth wide open, catching some of it on my tongue, feeling the rest splash over my cheeks and eyes and hair ...’
He smiles. ‘Then that’s what we shall do -- eventually.’
‘Tell me about your cock. How big is it?’
‘It’s ten and a half inches long, and two inches wide at the base. You’ve measured it many times. It’s lying against my stomach, swollen with spunk, pressed hard against my pants, and there’s pre-cum leaking out of the top. The eyehole is so wide open you could get the tip of your tongue into it.’
‘Oh yes. I can feel my pussy -- my cunt -- opening up, getting ready for your cock. My inner lips are swelling with blood, ready to clasp around your shaft as it slides deep into me!’
‘Did you bring some toys with you, mum?’
‘Yes, my love. A couple of vibrators that you can use on my nipples and my clit, and I can run up and down your cock and slip into your asshole. And the big dildo that’s the same size as you are.’
‘What’s that for?’
‘You can slide it into my asshole while you’re fucking my ass, and vice versa, so that I can be filled with you twice.’
‘What else did you bring?’
‘The thing that’s like a bendy rod with balls along it, and the anal beads -- the big ones.’
‘What should I do with them?’
‘You push them into my asshole one by one, and then you pull them out quickly just as I start to come.’
‘And the rod?’
‘You can pump that in and out of my cunt or asshole, I don’t mind which.’
We can’t eat any more.
‘Time to go upstairs, I think,’ my son says. We stand, in my case on weak and shaky legs. I, and everyone else, can see the outline of his erection fat and long up the front of his pants. I am so proud of him. He takes my arm and guides me to the lift ...
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It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m getting into my car. My lips tingle with the feel of his passionate farewell kiss. I’m still wearing the red dress and the half-cup bra -- I didn’t bother to bring any other clothes with me. But I can’t wear the thong. My pussy is red and inflamed, loose, gaping, bruised. My asshole is on fire, cooled only by the trickle of his cum that is leaking out. My whole body aches, inside and out -- even my cervix has taken a pounding.
I am utterly relaxed and deliriously happy. I know that my body will recover in time for next weekend. It always does.
last modified 30 July 2004