One afternoon I was standing in my kitchen doing some housework. I didn't think anyone was home so I was only wearing my house robe and panties. Feeling my house-robe brushing against my bare tits had aroused me and my mind drifted off. I closed my eyes as I slipped a hand into my panties and started to finger-fuck myself. I knew that I was making noises, but since I thought I was alone, I didn't care. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear someone as they walked into the kitchen behind me.

I felt a pair of hands as they were placed on my hips. I let them pull my ass back until it was pressed against the naked cock that was grinding into it. The hands crept up to the front of my robe. They untied its cord and let it drop loose to expose my whole front. The hands went inside of my robe to caress my tits. I felt a familiar and pleasing wetness creep into my pussy and my knees buckled slightly. Groaning in ecstasy, I wanted to turn around when the hands came up to take my face between them and urge me to remain looking forward. Not a word was spoken by whoever was behind me.

I felt a thrill shoot through me as I realized that whoever was behind me wanted to remain anonymous. It could be my husband, my next door neighbor, the meter man, a complete stranger... anyone. At that point I didn't care who it was. I wanted to follow this fantasy where ever it might lead me.

My mystery lover bent forward to kiss my neck. As one hand caressed my tits, the other hand roamed over my chest, down my stomach and into my soaking panties. I ground my ass hard into the cock behind me as a long finger began to probe the inside of my pussy.

"Mmmmmm... oh, yes... oh, that feels so good, lover... mmmmm, don't stop... more..."

The finger was taken out of my pussy. The hand was brought up to my mouth and the finger caressed my lips, spreading my juices over my lips. I licked my lips and the finger, tasting my own juices. I sucked the finger into my mouth and sucked all of my love oil off of it. I was going mad with desire by now. The stranger knew I was ready for him.

The hands began to remove my panties. I lifted my legs to make their removal easier. As they dropped to the kitchen floor, the back of my robe was lifted up and draped over my ass. I knew that I was about to get fucked and I knew that I wanted to get fucked. I gripped the counter before me to steady myself and I bent forward to shove my ass back farther.

I felt the tip of the cock behind me being run up and down my pussy slit. It tormented me to feel it there without it going into me. With each pass of the dick rubbing along my cunt I could feel it getting slicker with my pussy juice. Just when I thought I was going to go crazy, the hands moved up to rest on my shoulders. Pulling me back by the shoulders, the stranger finally shoved his dick into my steaming pussy. As the cock plunged in and out of my cunt, a part of my brain knew that I had never felt this dick inside of me before and that the stranger's fucking technique was new to me. It wasn't my husband or anyone else I had fucked before. That realization made me go crazy as I knew that somehow, someone who shouldn't be fucking me was fucking me, and they were fucking me right in my own kitchen.

I groaned loudly as I felt the strange cock slide inside of me. I didn't care about anything in the world at that point except getting fucked. The stranger pounded his dick in me so hard that I was sometimes lifted off of the floor by his thrusting. He slid his hands down and mauled my tits as he fucked me. I came harder than I ever had before. I was getting the most glorious fuck of my life, and I didn't even know who was fucking me. I didn't even care. His hands came up and grabbed my hair. He pulled my head back by my hair like they were a horse's reins.

"Oh god, lover, ride me... yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me... harder, deeper... yes, more... fuck me...!"

I could hear his breathing become ragged. His fucking became faster and more frenzied. I knew that he was about to come. I thrust my hips back to impale myself on his cock. He shoved forward until his was fully inside of me and filled me with his cum and I used my cunt muscles to milk his cock of its precious load.

Finally, he fell on to my back as his cum began to run down my legs. For a few moments we both recovered from our fuck-fest. Then he pulled his cock out of me and moved away. By the time I had regained enough energy to turn around, he was gone. I walked over to the door into the living room where I saw a sock and a pair of underwear that had fallen on the floor. I recognized them immediately.

Picking them up I headed upstairs and went to my 16 year-old son's door. His light was shining under it. I opened his door and stood in it naked with my house robe open. He was under his covers pretending he was asleep. I stood there for a few moments and he opened his eyes to see if I had left. When he saw me watching him, he knew he was caught. I walked into his room and dropped his clothes at the foot of his bed.

"Mom... I'm sorry... I..."

With out saying anything, I walked over and pulled his covers back. He was lying on his bed before me completely naked. I could see his thick cock was still slick with my juices. I sat on the edge of his bed. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste my own juices as I swallowed his dick to the base, He groaned loudly as his dick grew in my mouth. I looked up at my son. His eyes were wide with shock and excitement.

"Your cock has an interesting flavor on it, son. Do you want to tell your mother what it is?" I said as I licked it up and down like a lollipop.