Chapter 6

Kyle was in the shower, his back to me. I quietly closed and locked the door. He did not hear me over the noise of the water. I admired his young body. He was a little skinny. His muscles were just starting to develop. I loved his tight ass. I was getting horny looking at my boy. He turned and finally saw me.

Kyle looked around. Is Dad watching? He mouthed.

“Your dad is in our bedroom, baby.”

“Ok, Bitch get in here and start cleaning my dick.”

That’s what I wanted, someone to take charge of me. “Of course, anything you want.” I dropped my robe off my shoulders and entered the shower.

“I want you to rim my asshole while you jack me off, you know, a rusty trombone.” I was so perverted that sucking his ass turned me on. I rushed to kneel behind his ass.

“Get your tongue in there, Mom. Oh yeah, that’s the ticket. Now jack me off.”

I kissed and sucked on his asshole. I stuck my tongue deep in his sphincter. My hand was sliding on his dick. Kyle squirted some soap on his dick to help with the lubrication. My hands sped up on his cock. My mouth had a mind like it was French kissing his ass. This was fantastic. I showed my son how much I loved him and would even suck his ass if he asked me to without hesitation.

“Sean texted me another rule for you; Dad will not fuck you in your pussy anymore. Your pussy is off limits to Dad. You can give him a blowjob or have him fuck your ass. Your pussy belongs to everyone else, Just not DAD.”

“Kyle, did Sean say I can’t have sex with your dad? or is this something you decided?”

“I am just the messenger” he showed me the text from Sean.

“So everything else is ok, just no pussy?”

“You got it.”

“I am not sure how I feel about this. Sean said I didn’t have to do this on weekends, right?”

“No, that is where you are wrong bitch. Sean said he had shit to do, and you don’t have to come over on the weekends.”

I felt guilty that my choice was now going to impact my husband. Was it fair to him? Would he like it more because I did anal all the time?

Sean was controlling more of my life/body. Ok, it felt a little naughty denying my husband my pussy. I felt a quiver in my tummy. “mmmm hmmm,” I mumbled, accepting the decision as I put my mouth back on his sphincter.

“Do you love my ass, Mom?”

“Yes, I love kissing your ass.”

“I now know what the meaning of brown noser means. This feels good; anybody willing to get a brown nose will do anything.”

I took the hint, stuck my nose in his shitter, and rubbed it up and down. The tip of my nose penetrated his ass.

“Oh, that’s the ticket, Mom, just like that.” He pulled his ass off my face, turned around, and started to jack his cock. I opened my mouth, looking up expectantly at his face, smiling. I was going to get a face full of cum. I did not have long to wait. Rope after rope shot out of his dick over my nose and tongue. I love getting a facial. I never liked cum before, but I don’t think I could get enough.

“Ok bitch, wipe your face and go back to Dad. I am done with you for now. Remember BJ in the morning. And no pussy for Dad. Not even oral. Your pussy is no longer for Jim.”

I was dismissed. I had been used. I felt complete. This is what I was built for. But I needed to cum. I needed Jim to get me to cum without touching my pussy.

I put my robe back on and returned to my room to my waiting husband.

“So what happened? I need to know.”

“He is a big boy” I was playing with Jim. I knew what he wanted to hear, but I was still deciding what I wanted to say.

“I know, right? So, what happened?”

“Not much, really. I did catch him red-handed, so to speak. He did not hear me come in. he was facing the shower corner away from the door. It felt so dirty watching him jack off. I can see why you would like to watch me. He was concentrated on his dick. He kept jacking, not knowing I was there. I could see his dick. It was so big, Jim. How can such a small boy have a dick that big? I had to leave before he came and noticed me. I had to get a drink; I was so hot.” I needed to give him an excuse for taking 10 minutes to watch my son beat off.

“He did not see you. Damn, I wanted you to catch him. Oh well, next time. So, are you still hot?” He tried to reach between my legs.

I pushed his hand away from my pussy. Good thing he does not keep track of my cycles. “Sorry, I just started. We can do other things.” I reached out and started to play with his crotch. I could not let him touch my pussy, not even with his fingers.

“What was that with Steph at supper tonight? With you teaching Steph about blow jobs? In front of me and our son?”

“Well, you put me up to it. You made her ask me point blank to teach her.”

“Hey, don’t put all the blame on me. You started it by sucking on that damn hot dog. I just jumped on the bandwagon and went for the ride.” He had a point. I was looking for a reaction from Steph. I just did not get what I expected. Did I go too far? What kind of Mom demonstrates a blow job to their daughter with a fucking hot dog.

“Sorry, Jim, I may have gotten carried away, I am wearing this Hotwife choker now, and you know what happened. It did seem Steph and Kyle were ok with me being a Hotwife, though.”

“Yes, we have some pretty cool kids. Tomorrow is Saturday, let’s go on the shopping trip I promised. What do you say?”

“Ok, that does sound fun.”

Jim squeezed my breast. “so, what ‘other’ things were you thinking we could do?”

“Jim, anything you want, just nothing with my pussy. Just take what you want.” I wanted him to be a man, take his pleasure, and not have me give it to him.

“Ah, could I get like a blow job?”

“Is that all, a blow job? I said nothing. What do you want? What would give you pleasure?” I was starting to get frustrated with Jim. He always seemed to defer to me, always wanting what I wanted. Don’t get me wrong, it is nice occasionally, but right now, I wanted to be taken, to be used, like Kyle just used me in the shower. “I am offering you anal! God, why do I have to spell it out?”

“Really, ok, let me get the lube.”

He spent ages lubing up my ass. All I wanted was for him to put his dick in my ass and pound, he made certain I was lubed up, and he slowly, lovingly spread my ass. I wish he would hurry up. Finally, he started to put his dick in my ass. Fuck, it was so fucking slow. He did not want to hurt me. I wanted to feel a master. Fuck it. I need to do this my way.

“Jim, just lay on the bed, let me.”

I squatted over his dick and positioned it at my ass. And slammed back to his groin, filling my aching ass with his cock. I could fuck him better than he could fuck me. I was twerking my asshole on his dick. Faster and faster. He must have been in shock; all he did was lay there. It took only a few minutes, and he started to cum in my bowels. Fuck, I did not get off, I was close, but the bastard came too quickly.

I rolled off his wilting dick. Ignoring him, I got up, went to the bathroom, and locked the door. The bastard can’t even fuck me in the ass, right. I got my dildo and started to pound my ass hole. Why? Because Kyle/Sean said I couldn’t, or did he say Jim could not? No matter. I was going to cum. I could hear the sounds from my ass as the dildo pounded it. I am such a slut. Fucking my asshole.

I cleaned up and went back to bed. Jim was already asleep. I don’t think he even realized I was pissed. Well, he was going to get me a new wardrobe tomorrow. I had some great ideas. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up early. Jim was still sleeping; I hope I was not too late. I had to take care of Kyle. I walked quietly to his room and peeked inside. He was still sleeping. Good, I would wake him up with my lips on his cock. I pulled back his sheets. He was naked, probably for my benefit, so that I could access him more easily. He is such a nice boy thinking of his mother. He was hard, at least semi-hard, must be morning wood. I love teen boys. They always seem to have an erection. I slid his cock in my mouth where it belonged.

Kyle sleepily grabbed the back of my head. And he started to control my sucking. Pulling my mouth up and down on his dick and forcing it into my throat. This is what I wish Jim had done last night. I wish he had used me and not worried about how I felt.

“What a way to wake up.” His body went rigid as he came in my mouth. I greedily swallowed all he gave me. I tried to get up, but he would not let me.

“Hold on, Mom, one more thing. Now, don’t spill,” and he started to piss in my mouth, his morning piss. I had to drink it all, or it would get all over his bed. I swallowed and swallowed, It was hard swallowing with a dick in my mouth, but I finally got it all down. I looked up and saw Kyle was filming me.

“I need to send proof to Sean, Mom. Say hi and tell him how much you liked my piss.”

I smiled at Kyle and his camera. “Morning Sean, I loved giving Kyle a blow job and drinking his piss this morning. Thank you for allowing me.”

“That was the perfect response, Mom.”

“ok, it’s time for you to get up. We have a big day today, and you need to get some breakfast.”

“Brush your teeth.”

“yeah - thanks for reminding me.” As if I would forget, my mouth still tasted of his piss.

I ran into Jim in the hallway.

“Hey babe, are you getting the kids up?”

“Yea, Kyle is up. Going get Steph up now.”

“Don’t bother. She is already in the Kitchen” He leaned in for a Kiss.

What the hell? I was still pissed at him for what he did last night, and I kissed him with my tongue with my pissy mouth.

“Why do I like your morning breath so much, Shelly? You taste good.”

If he only knew what he was tasting, I doubt he would say it was good. I went to the master bedroom, giving him a quick thank you. I brushed my teeth and gargled with Scope. And took a quick shower. I was clean again. I needed something sexy this morning, not last night’s baby doll. I picked a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt. My nipples were rock hard, but the shirt’s design made them hard to see. The shorts were tight on my ass, barely covering my cheeks.

“Still got the collar on, Mom,” Steph commented. Her tone was not mean or condescending, just an observation.

“Yes, I wear it for your father.”

“So help me understand. What do you get out of this Hotwife thing.”

“I am still figuring that out.”

“So, how does it work? Do you go out and pick up guys? Does dad set up dates?”

“Well, we have not done anything outside our marriage vows. Yet we have discussed fantasies. But me actually sleeping with another man, that has not happened.”

“So, you are only playacting like, a what, slut is the wrong word, Vixen, that’s it.”

“I guess we were playacting. Sorry for putting this on you, but I am willing if it makes Jim happy.”

“you know I was playacting last night. I wanted to get a reaction from Dad. Well, that went over like a lead balloon.”

“Oh, no, it worked really well. Trust me”

“What do you mean it worked? How did it work?”

“Your father was so horny after your ‘lesson’ that he had to get some.” I winked at my daughter.

“OK, TMI, I give up.”

“So, tell me about Fred.” I wanted to redirect the conversation away from Jim and my sex lives. What better than switching to her sex life?

“Mom!” and I gave her my best mother-knows-best look. “ok, He is a football player. He is pretty good at school. We have some AP classes together. I took a chance, and I asked him to the dance. We have not had a date or anything.”

“So that learning to give a BJ was just playacting?”

“Oh, I wanted to learn how I have heard girls talking and know the real T. Because it sounded like bullshit.”

“So, were they talking bullshit?”

“Yea, mostly, you taught me to consider his pleasure; the girls were talking about how to do it just to get it over with as fast as possible.” At least

I called the boys to breakfast.

“So you girls excited to go get a new wardrobe today?” Jim seemed in a good mood.

“So, Daddy? I get a new wardrobe. Do I get to decide what I get? Or will I have to get you and Mom to approve everything?”

“You, Mom, and I trust you can decide how to dress. Just don’t get dress coded at school.”

Steph whispered, “Dad has no idea what the dress code at school is anymore.”

“What did she say, dear? I could not hear her?”

“Steph, go ahead and tell your dad what you told me.”

“Ok, there was a stink about girls and boys having different dress standards. Like a guy could take his shirt off, but girls could not. Well, that changed this year with all the trans stuff. Some trans girls to boys took off their shirts and were showing. But since they identified as boys. The administration could not do anything. So they threw out the dress code.”

“How come I never hear about these things.” Jim shook his head. “So, what does that mean? You could show up in the nude?”

“I guess if I identified as a nudist, I could. Not that I would, but a nudist has the right to attend school nude.”

“Yea, I could just see you going to school in the nude, Steph. I would like to see that.” Kyle laughed.

“In your dreams, pipsqueak. Dad, it is not as bad as all that we girls just get to dress for the weather as the boys have always done.”

“I always thought that the dress code was overly strict.” I had to add my opinion. “I got in trouble more than once for stupid stuff.”

“Ok, everyone ready, let’s go.”

“Shotgun!” Steph yelled as we started to leave.

“Damn it, Steph. I wanted to sit up front.” It was harmless fun. I preferred to sit in the back anyway. I hated being right up front in traffic.

“Language Kids.” Jim sounded stern but was smiling at his kids.

We got in the car, and Kyle scooted to the middle beside me in the back. I was directly behind his dad so he could not easily see me.

Steph controlled the radio, and her favorite band came on, and she turned it up and zoned into her phone. Jim was concentrating on driving. Kyle and I might as well have been alone in the car.

“Panty check, Mom” He wanted me to flash him in the car. He was getting pretty bold.

“I have shorts on, Kyle. I can’t just flip up the front of my skirt.”

“Not my problem. Show me. I need a panty check for Sean.”

Fuck ok, he showed me the text. Well, at least it seemed he was just following orders and not doing this shit on his own. I lifted my butt off the seat and pulled my shorts down, Kyle recording me. I noticed that he kept panning the camera from His dad to my crotch, proving that Jim was in the car with me. I pulled my shorts down to mid-thigh. This was not good enough. No, I needed to spread my legs and show my cunt. I was wet from the risk of getting found out. The embarrassment of showing my son my pussy. With his sister and father in the car. I got one leg out and could finally spread my legs. Note to self no more shorts. This was a pain in the ass. Kyle made a v with his finger and spread them. I did not know what he wanted. So he put his hand down on my pussy and spread my lips wide. He recorded everything, the little perverted shit. Why did I love what he was doing? Fuck it, just go along for the ride. It is easier when I do it. I barely had my shorts back up and snapped when Steph turned to me. Did she see anything? Her expression said no. “So, Mom, where are we going? What shop do you want to start at?”

I knew where I wanted to go. They had the smuttiest clothes. “Electrique Boutique is a specialty shop I always wanted to visit.”

I gave Jim the cross streets, and we were there in no time. The store had neon lights in the windows and the store name in pink neon lights. The windows had mannequins dressed in what would be, at best, called stripper clothes and, at worst, hooker gear.

“Are you guys going to come in with us or do guy things.” I wanted to spend time with Steph and learn more about what she was up to. “You will probably get bored watching us shop.” Would Jim take the hint? Come on. You can do it, Jim, one time in your life, take a fucking hint. “You guys could go to the driving range or Dave and Busters.”

“Dave and busters, Dad, let’s go.” Way to go, Kyle he got the hint.

“Ok, How long will you be here? When do you want me to pick you up?”

“Oh, don’t worry about us. We have a few stores we want to hit. We can get an Uber. I will call you when you can pick us up and where.”

“Thanks, Mom. I would have felt weird picking out clothes with Dad and Kyle staring at me, judging my choices.”

“You’re welcome. Your dad could not take a hint. Man, I had to spell it out to them.”

“That’s guys for you, Mom, but you mean I can buy clothes here? You aren’t going to freak out?”

I picked up a bikini. It just had the hems on the edges. All the fabric had been removed. Just the straps remained. It was called the peekaboo kini.

“Mom, where would you wear that?”

“I don’t know, maybe the beach? It is a bikini, you know.”

“I get that, but it does not cover anything.”

“Yea, I know. What’s the point of a bikini to show off your good bits? This just does a better job. Think about it coming out of the changing room and walking over to your boy Fred. You’re wearing this. He would not be able to talk.”

“He would be speechless. What about me I would just die.”

“Oh, ok, sorry, I was just teasing. Maybe we work up to this.” She still had some common sense. I, however, did not and placed it in my basket.

“Let’s get you some school outfits, ok.”