Ann: The Married Years Ch. 53

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Neil was sifting through the selection of RC toys, trying to figure out which car/remote option would work best. It was going to be an educated guess, as he wasn't going to be able to open up one of the cars to see exactly what was on the inside. Fortunately since it was Black Friday, they had plenty of them available to test drive.

Owen was sitting on the floor, laughing as his dad controlled a test model. Neil was checking the response of the controls to the car. Darren was once again confused.

"Why are we here again?"

"To get these. I think this is the one," he said as he drove the car in circles around his son.

"Okay. Why is it the one?"

Flipping the right toggle switch down with his thumb, the car instantly stopped and changed directions, circling Owen going backwards. "That right there. Did you see that reaction?"

"Owen's or the car?"

"The car."

"Yes. But I don't understand. Enlighten me."

"Sure. There are two motors inside the car. Each of them has their own control on the remote. One turns the front wheels, and the other makes it go forward or reverse. I'm going to take the guts out of the cars, do a little MacGyvering, and mount them to the underside of the camera mount. Knowing the packrat you are, I know you have what else I'll need in the garage. If this works, I'll be able to use this remote and move the camera left or right, and up or down."

"Are you serious? What's going to make it move in relation to the tripod?"

"The platform already swivels in those directions, dad. It has a lockdown to hold it where you want it. I take that off and replace it with something that will move with the motors."

"Okay, but what?"

"I don't know yet. I'm making it up as I go. Part of it might be in the car itself, but I have a few ideas. Don't worry. Worst case is I ruin one car trying. We can always return the other. Owen gets to keep his. Let's buy these and get the food. I want to start working on this tonight while the idea is fresh in my head."

On their way back to town, they were deciding what place to hit to pick up dinner.

"What do you think?" Darren asked.

"Let's just get a couple of pizzas. Nobody is going to complain about that, and Owen loves it."

"Fine by me," he nodded. A few minutes later he asked, " What do you think our girls are up to?"

"I don't know. This whole afternoon seemed backwards. Who would have thought you and I would have been the ones out shopping on Black Friday. They're probably doing what we'd be doing if we were home... watching television."

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"Are you sure, mom?"

"Yes, sweetie. I want to."

"You won't be able to un-see it. Can you handle that?"

"I think you're making more out of this than it is."

"Uh, no. I don't think you're making enough out of it. This isn't just me, or me with Dana. This is me with your son. You don't think that's too far?"

"It's just sex, Anna. I can disassociate the cock from the person."

"We'll see about that. I don't want this to ruin what we're able to share, mom. You're far more important to me than this."

"Anna, relax. This isn't some incestuous thing. I have a Thomas cock to play with. And a similar dildo or two. I don't need another. I'd like to watch it. Please?"

"Okay. But it gets intense. Remember, I warned you."

Ann hit the play button against her better judgment, the video picking up where she'd paused it an hour and a half before. The next scene began playing, and Betsy watched as Neil and Ann walked hand in hand up onto the platform the huge bed was perched upon.

When Neil threw Ann up in the air, and she landed on her ass only to bounce and twist, landing again on all fours, Betsy gasped.

"Oh my goodness! You are quite the little gymnast, aren't you!"

"You already know I was on the gymnastics team in school. But I also spent a lot of time in gym class on the trampoline."

Betsy loved how Ann plopped onto the mattress and beckoned her lover to join her. It was better still how Neil grabbed her legs and bent her into a favorable position to devour her.

"Hmm... just like his father. Darren loves tonguing my ass."

"Are you planning to continue comparing like that?"

"Not planning. But it's hard not to make the observation."

"Fair enough. I don't mind, but don't make this weird."

"I won't. I promise. Truthfully, I'm much more interested in comparing you to me."

When Neil brought her to climax, Betsy wiggled in her seat a bit. Then she watched proudly as Ann returned the favor, eating Neil's ass while stroking him. When she began fucking him in the ass with her fingers, Betsy was intrigued.

"Does he like when you do that?"

Anna realized that Betsy wasn't judging. It was just her natural curiosity coming through. She also recognized that the conversation was just as natural between them as it had always been. Betsy truly was able to ignore that the man in the video was her son. She was actually viewing him simply as Anna's husband. With that logic firmly in her mind, Ann let adrift any reservations she had about what they were sharing and willingly began to engage in the conversation.

"He doesn't like it, but he's always been willing to indulge me, mainly because I rarely if ever tell him no to anything sexual. You'll find that out if we get to watch the whole thing."

"If he doesn't get pleasure out if it, then why do it?"

"Oh, he gets pleasure. It's all about the stigmatization of it. That's why I don't do it very often. But watch what's about to happen."

Neil's orgasm was like a geyser, eight to ten powerful spurts coating his torso, two of them after Betsy thought he was done.

"Fuck! How did you make that happen?"

"It's not about fucking him with my hand. I was massaging his prostate. That's what makes him explode like that... and made him cum again. Tell me now that he didn't like it."

"I have to try that with Darren if he'll let me."

"The first time I did it to Neil, he didn't have a choice. He was tied up," she giggled.

"I'll have to remember that, too."

Betsy became mesmerized by how Ann kept Neil hard, sucking him deep; holding her nose to his crotch for long periods of time. She was even more taken by how after she cleaned him, and shared some of the cum she'd licked up off his body.

"I love doing that with Darren."

"I've never had another man confident enough in himself to do that with me. I swear mom, I think that was the moment I fell in love with Neil. I sucked him in his car in my parents driveway the second night we were together; he kissed me immediately afterward. It made me cum. I'm not lying. It literally made me cum. It was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me."

"I believe you, sweetie. It takes a real man to tame women like us, and it only can happen if they're unafraid of their own sexuality. That's why I'm so intrigued by what you did to your husband's ass. I have to believe Darren won't object when it's all said and done."

"If he does, I'm sure you'll talk it out lovingly."

"Ooh, look at you sticking that big thing inside you without looking!" Betsy teased as she watched Ann effortlessly slip his cock into her pussy and begin riding him.

They looked on intently as the loving couple on the screen moved through several positions, much like most porn movies would have. The only difference was it was seamless, no cutting or editing to move from one to the next. They made it seem so graceful and fluid the way they anticipated what the other wanted; all the more remarkable in that they weren't talking at all.

"I'm amazed at how you communicate. There's no doubt you two were meant for each other."

"There are times it feels like he's inside my head more than my pussy. God, the mind-fucking he can do to me is so powerful. I get wet just thinking about what he can do to me, and then he goes in a direction I don't even know I want, and as soon as he does I realize I did somewhere deeper inside my brain. Trust me on that, because where this is going to go is going to seem dark... but I was in desperate need to be Annabelle again and somehow he sensed it well before I did."

"There's bondage in this?"

"There is mentally. And what he does to me... well, I don't want to spoil it. Just... we'll talk about it afterward."

"Okay."

Betsy saw the intensity pick up once they switched to doggy style. It was something she expected, yet it still stunned her how quickly the mood between them changed. Watching Neil flip Ann over, using her legs forcefully after she came and slumped forward, to then jamming his cock back inside and hammering her. Seeing the expression of surrender on Ann's face as Neil assumed total control of her body... and yes, her mind. It was compelling visually.

Watching Neil take her mouth in a possessive kiss, rolling her body back with his arms locked around her legs to do so... Betsy felt that kiss. It was something she'd experienced with Darren countless times. It never failed to make her wet, evidently even when watching it happen to someone else.

Seconds after Ann came again, Neil pulled out and began stroking his cock, coating her face and hair with a big load of cum. For most men, that would have been it, cumming twice in less than an hour. Yet Betsy knew it wasn't. Not from the look in Neil's eyes and in Ann's reaction. He took her by the hair as he held the base of his cock tight, keeping himself hard.

For the first time, one of them spoke on camera. It was kind of a shock when he said, "Suck me Anna! Keep me hard so I can fuck my little slut!"

"Yes sir," she answered him obediently.

Ann sighed as she heard herself. It was pretty much the same reaction she had every time she watched the video.

"That's when I became Annabelle in my head. I wasn't there totally, but he knew I wanted to be. Look at me sucking him like a greedy slut. Look at how he just tightened his fingers in my hair. He was dragging me toward that submissive place that's deep, deep inside me. God, it was so subtle, but you can see me letting go. I'm his. He's going to do whatever he wants to with me, and he knows I won't say no. I have so much trust in him. It's going to get rough, mom. My husband is about to make me his slave, even when I really wasn't. Are you sure you want to see this?"

"I... I think I have to."

"Good. I want you to see me like this. I want you to see all that I am for him, because I love him unconditionally."

The sight of Neil taking her head with both hands, fucking her face to the point it made his balls slap up into Ann's chin was profound. It was also only the beginning. The sounds Ann made, along with the flow of spit and saliva pouring past his cock and down her body was exciting to Betsy. She said as much.

"Been there," she moaned in approvel.

"Really?" Ann asked, somewhat surprised.

"Oh yeah," came the response, a wicked smile on her face as her eyes narrowed while watching the action.

The scene shifted, with Neil pushing Ann onto her back, holding her there. Then he hooked her leg in a way to open her wide, and forcefully took her pussy with his huge hand, fucking it with two fingers, then slapping at her clit.

"Do you like having your pussy spanked, Anna?" Neil asked between blows.

"Yes sir," Ann answered desperately.

Betsy leaned forward and bit her bottom lip in anticipation of what was to come. He resumed finger-fucking Ann, adding a third finger, curling them as he played her. She neared the next climax, because he'd been torturing her breasts as well, pinching and twisting her nipples. Then he stopped abruptly.

Neil spoke firmly, his confidence and authority resonating on film. "I'm going to spank your pretty pussy until you cum for me. And once you do, I'm taking your ass. I want you thinking about that while I make my slutty wife cum."

"Yes sir," Ann replied to him obediently.

"Is that what you call him when you're Annabelle?" Betsy wondered.

"No. I call him Master. I seem to call him sir when I'm kind of on the cusp of Annabelle. Like Anna Renee, or obviously in this case I'm Anna. But he's about to take me where he's never taken Anna before. It's funny, we keep pushing the boundaries of each of my personas. To someone else looking at it, it must be very confusing."

"Not really. I think the roles are actually pretty well defined. But there are elements in our lives where... we're complicated women, Anna. There are a lot of complex layers when you're as sexual as we are. As we need to be, to be happy. There's nothing wrong with what your husband is doing to you. In reality, it's healthy. And that's because it's all based on his love for you, and he's only trying to please you in the way all sluts need to be pleased."

"You have that with dad, don't you."

"I'm so lucky we found each other. And in an era where who I am was not acceptable. He allowed me to express and explore, and that made me love him all the more."

"I know. Look at me. I'm not sure where I am in my head. You can see it. I've given myself to him to the point that I'm just there physically for him to play with. That's how deep inside myself I get. God, I love that feeling of total submission."

"Me too. When you were here the last time, and you gave me your collar as you were leaving to go back to West Virginia, I was held captive in the back yard."

"I know."

"What you don't know is it wasn't just the weekend."

"No. Really? How long?"

"Well, you should know that I confided a few things to him. He had several questions about the collar. After all, you gave it to me in front of him. It had him wondering why you had it. He knew, of course, but you know how men's brains can get. He locked onto that and I was concerned we'd never get our weekend off the ground. Anyway, I told him I would share what I knew. And I only shared what you told me just before you left. I said Neil built you a dungeon in the crawlspace, that it ultimately helped you focus on wanting to become a mother, and most importantly, the last time you'd worn that collar Neil kept you in the dungeon for ten days. Darren apparently viewed that as a challenge."

"Oh my God. Are you serious?" Ann said as she paused the tape for a moment.

"We have an old tent we hadn't used in years stored up in the attic. I mean old, from the early 70s. He used to take Neil camping in it. When he brought it out and began setting it up, it brought back a lot of memories. When I first started my real reawakening in Virginia, that tent played a big role in it. The weekend I was first with Sam, Darren came home from camping with Neil and I made him put it up in the backyard. Inside that tent was the first time we smoked pot together. It was up for a week, and we did a lot of crazy stuff in it in the middle of the night."

"I can imagine."

"You won't have to. I'll tell you later. But when he brought it into the backyard after you left, all of those memories came flooding back to me. It took me a moment to realize why he was setting it up, because I was lost in them. Then he told me he was calling my boss Monday morning and telling her I wouldn't be in until the following Wednesday, and to put me in for personal time. He had to one up Neil and keep me as his slave for eleven days. I'll tell you about that sometime as well. Right now I want to see what your husband has in store for you."

Ann pressed play, but not before laughing and saying, "Tease."

"That's what we sluts do, Anna," she shrugged.

The video resumed with Neil spanking Ann's cunt hard in a steady rhythm. Each one could be measured against the last. Same pause between, same intensity of the blow, same location of the strike to the sensitive, exposed flesh between her legs. It was remarkably consistent. It was also incredible how fast they were hitting her.

Then, out of nowhere, he began slapping her breasts.

"Whoa!" Betsy gasped, reeling back from the screen.

"I know. He'd never done that before, even to Annabelle."

"And that was okay... as Anna?"

"Yes, because like I said, I wanted to be there in my head. But he knew it before I did. He sees it somehow. That's why I love him so much. He's inside my head. Watch what's about to happen."

The Ann on screen began to squirt. First a small spurt, but that was quickly followed by a heavy stream of cum that exploded from her loins.

"Holy fuck," Betsy gasped once again.

"Has Darren ever made you do that?" Ann asked as they watched.

Neil searched for a higher level, finger fucking Ann, curling his fingers as he rammed her as hard as he could. Another torrent ejaculated from her pussy, and then she fainted, collapsing onto her back.

"I... well, not to that extreme. He's made me spurt before. And he's most certainly made me pass out. But that... that was magical."

"And he's not nearly done with me. Look at his cock."

It seemed like such an odd thing for someone to be saying to a son's mother. But Ann and Betsy had truly reached a level in their relationship that it made such a request appear normal.

It helped that Neil was on screen and not there in person. And that Neil had just rolled Ann over and began spanking her ass to rouse her.

"Come on Anna! Wake up! We're not done." She came to a few swats later, and he commanded, "Ass up, tits down."

Assuming the position quickly, she said, "Yes sir."

Running his hand over her cheeks, he gave another command. "Spread for me." She reached behind she pulled apart her cheeks obediently. It was a twist that he gave her an option. "How do you want this?"

"Angry."

Betsy hummed again. "You really do want it, don't you."

Watching Neil thrust his powerful hips and thighs forward, giving his full cock in a violent movement, they watched as Ann surrendered what little control she had left. Her scream was held deep inside, but the resulting growl through her teeth proved how painful that invasion into her back hole had been.

He paused to give another order, simply saying, "Wrists."

Yes sir, she replied, putting her arms behind her back and crossing them. Neil took them in one hand and held them tightly together.

"It's actually more powerful that they're not tied or handcuffed, isn't it," Betsy remarked.

"God. I thought I might be the only one to feel that way. Giving them to him like that... I made the choice. I told him I wanted it angry. That's why I wasn't Annabelle. And yes, that makes it so much more intense."

Neil plowed her ass. He spanked her ass. He was proving that he owned her ass. And the rest of her. When he put his bare foot directly on her pretty face, pressing it into the mattress, Betsy let out a chuckle.

"I take it that you don't find him doing that to me degrading," Ann grinned.

"It's sex with your husband. He's fucking your ass. Anal sex always brings out the beast in men. That's why I love it so much. One time Darren snuck up behind me in the bathroom while I was bent over cleaning the toilet, and the next thing I knew my head was inside that toilet and his cock was in my ass. Thankfully I hadn't taken a shower yet. I needed it after the swirlie he gave me when he was done."

"Holy fuck, mom! That's... wow! So you obviously were okay with it."

"He got carried away. I loved every second of it, even as disgusting as it might sound to most. I only got pissed at him when he apologized to me later. If you're going to fuck me like that, own it. Don't you dare apologize later like it was wrong. We actually had a big fight about it, because I didn't feel it was dirty until he felt compelled to say he was sorry. I didn't want him ruining that moment by being a wimp about it afterward."