Martha's Descent
Copyright© 2023 by Blue Dom
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Follow Martha as she gradually slides into submission under the hand of an old boyfriend. She has a husband and a daughter, but it doesn't matter. She just HAS to do it. ------- It's just a BDSM story but without the restraints. It's just a few chapters that will come out every other day.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including BDSM DomSub MaleDom
The next morning I awoke with a surprise. There was, as expected, a naked slave curled onto my right shoulder. Her leg was crossed over my leg and her pussy hair was tickling my right thigh. My right arm was comfortably resting on her dirty blonde mop of hair, as if pulling her toward me. Her free hand was softly caressing my balls.
The surprise came from my left. There was a tangle of platinum blonde hair adorning my chest and abdominal region. Somewhere under that mess of hair, was the head of a 13 ¾ year-old girl, resting on the left side of my chest. I could feel her leg resting on my left leg, and I could feel some soft of shorts pushing on my left hip. I could also feel her nylon sleep shirt under my left hand. She was resting a very warm hand on my belly.
Put it all together, combined with the lascivious thoughts that instantly ran through my mind, and my morning wood was fully hard.
I gently pushed the teenager’s hair aside and stroked her face. “Robin. Robin, wake up,” I said softly, but increasing in volume.
“Uhh. Oh, sorry, Uncle Bill. I just ... well, I woke up in the middle of the night and just couldn’t get back to sleep. So I crawled into bed here.”
“It’s okay, Rob. I understand. But you’ve got to get back to your own room, now. I need some, uh ... privacy in the mornings,” I replied.
“OH! Well, I’m sorry I embarrassed ... you’ve got ... I mean you ‘ve got a woody, right?” She was hurrying out from under the sheet. I could see her N.Y. Giants jersey, that came to mid-thigh.
Her mother raised her head and smiled at her child. “Thanks, sweetie. No school today, and I’m not going to work either.” She stopped juggling my nut sack and move up to softly stroke my cock, ensuring that my morning wood came to really full attention. I could see the motion of her hand move the sheet. I shifted my gaze to the teenager, and I could see an almost grin cross her face. “Close the door behind you, Roberta.”