In Need of a Man Pt. 05

I had asked the girl at the sex shop about sizing and she assured me that Earl wouldn't be too big for this model. She told me that he sounded as small as her boyfriend, and then offered, "Why are the good men always the ones with the tiny cocks?"

My reply at the time was, "Yeah, but it does make it fun finding out where the big ones are."

Earl applied the cap, and I took the lock and snapped it into place. I unclasped the pendant around my neck, and added the key to it for safekeeping. "See? This way you will be ready for me when we get home tomorrow!" Earl looked at the appliance between his legs and gave a sad look of resignation.

"Try peeing with it," I ordered, knowing in advance (because of the kind salesgirl), what would happen. Earl stepped to the toilet and crouched to the bowl. When he let his bladder loose, the narrow slit in the cap caused his stream of pee to go everywhere - into the bowl, onto the floor, and on his feet. Earl, not ever having had this happen, stopped the flow immediately, and looked at me with confusion.

"Oh, the girl at the store told me that it will be easier for you if you sit like a girl to pee." Earl turned backwards to sit on the throne, and then let loose once more - peeking between his thighs to watch how that worked.

Once Earl finished, he stood up and flushed. Shaking his head at me, he said, "You know exactly what turns the screws, don't you, Mags?" I couldn't help but giggle and nod.

"You will appreciate this more on Saturday," I offered. "Now, get your pants on and get out, so I can get ready to go."

I added my blush, eyeliner and lipstick and returned to out bedroom to begin dressing for my date with Kevin. He arrived home just as I walked downstairs, an overnight bag in hand. "Holy shit, Mom. You look hot as fuck!"

"Hey," said Earl.

"Sorry, Dad. But she does." I was blushing and heating up, all at the same time.

"Out son is right. You do look hot, Mags!"

"Thank you, boys," I said, feeling my cheeks and pussy heat up. As Earl took his seat in his recliner, I noticed the small round bulge from his cage, as he tugged at the uncomfortable crotch appliance through his pants.

"Well, go get dressed, Kev. We will leave as soon as you're ready." I sat with Earl while I waited. "Are you still okay with this?"

"I am," he said, softly. "It is going to be a long night though."

"Don't worry. I promise to send you updates." Earl closed his eyes, likely imagining what dirty pictures I might send him of our tryst.

After the sound of the shower stopped, Kevin came down with a toiletry bag in hand. He was wearing grey khaki pants and a black vee-neck sweater, and black loafers. "Do you have room in your bag for this?" he asked.

It wasn't lost on my husband or me, that his son wasn't packing a change of clothes, or even pajamas. I added his package to my bag and turned to Earl and held out my arms for a hug. I felt him tremble slightly as we held each other close. Earl said, "I love you, Maggie. Have fun tonight."

He turned to face Kevin, who was waiting patently by the door, and said, "Take care of your Mom for me. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." The two men in my life smiled, and Kevin nodded, while his father patted him on the back.

"Yes, sir," he said, taking my bag in hand as I approached the door. In the driveway, Kevin opened the passenger door for me, as his father used to do when he and I were dating. It wasn't long before the two of us were on the highway, when Kevin asked me about last night.

"Mom, did you do what I think you did, with my cum the other night?" he asked, boldly.

"Listen, young man," I began, in a fake mommy voice. "What your father and I do in the privacy of our bedroom is none of your business." I paused, and then added, "But, yes. I certainly did."

"Wow," he said. "The two of you have definitely turned things around lately."

"And you have a lot to do with that, so, thank you Kev."

I reached across the seat and placed my hand on top of Kevin's thigh, allowing my fingers to lightly stroke the inside of it. Kevin looked down, but I reminded him to keep his eyes on the road. It was only moments before his stiffness greeted my touch.

I wrapped my hand around his impressive bulge through his slacks, the outline of his tumescence clearly defined. I took my phone out with my other hand and opened my camera app. I snapped a picture and then zoomed in to make sure it was clear.

Kevin looked over when the whirring sound indicated that the pic had been sent off. "For Dad?" he asked. I set my phone to "Do Not Disturb".

"Well," I replied with a giggle, "I don't imagine aunt Jackie needs a picture of your junk to know what it looks like."

Kevin's eyes shot across at me in a panic. " Did she tell you?"

"No, sweetie. You just did." Kevin did a double take, and then we laughed together.

"I guess I did, didn't I?"

"And yes I sent that to your father," I added. "Just to keep him on edge, until I get back."

Kevin shook his head while I unzipped him. I hauled out his thick tool and put my head in his lap, near the steering wheel. "DON'T get in an accident!" I warned, before sucking the fat knob into my mouth. I loved the feel of his fingers combing through my curls while I sucked the precum from his piss slit.

I sat back up after giving my son a good teasing, licked my lips and adjusted my hair in the vanity mirror on the visor. Then, I felt Kevin's hand slide up my dress. "Another picture?" he asked.

I looked down at how the chiffon now bared most of my thigh. I opened the camera app and raised the filmy hem until my bright white panties were showing. Kevin's baby finger swiped across the front panel, and he said, "Fuck. You're wet already!"

I held the camera steady, and uttered, "Go under, Kev."

My son moved his hand over my belly and then dipped down the waistband of my panties, all four fingers stretching the fabric of my undies. Only his thumb remained exposed. I clicked as his middle finger delved into my sopping folds, and sent it off as well. I pictured my husband looking at his son about to finger his mommy, but unable to access his aching cock through the chastity cage. I shivered as Kevin found my clit and traced small circles over the pouty nubbin.

We found the BnB easily and decided to drop off my bag before a quick supper, and go directly to the show. Once our key card granted us access to the front door, we happened upon the hostess, who looked a little bewildered.

"Hi, I'm Maggie," I offered, with a smile.

"Oh, hello. I'm Abigail," said the older, and clearly nosey lady. "I thought this was an anniversary weekend for you..." she said, looking up and down my teenaged son.

"Well, it is my anniversary this weekend. And this young man here is the gift my husband gave me for our anniversary. Aren't I lucky to have such a wonderful husband?" I was shocked at my own words, but so enjoyed the look of confusion and then realization on the old biddy's face. I smiled an evil smile, before taking my son's arm in mine and leading him up to our room.

I keyed us into the room and set my bag on the floor. Kevin said, "That was so hot, Mom! Did you see her face?"

We laughed out loud and then Kevin moved in close for a kiss. It was serene, arms wrapped and tongues dancing. And then Kevin lifted my mom body up and tossed me back onto the queen-sized bed, the flimsy chiffon falling in slow motion onto my body. My phone landed beside my shoulder, and I said, "My, my. Are you feeling pretty strong tonight, Kev?!"

"I need this now," ordered Kevin, grasping my ankles and drawing my hips to the edge if the bed. He fell to his knees and reached both hands beneath my dress and removed my panties entirely. "You won't be needing these tonight," he quipped, tossing the soaking cloth onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

Kevin's hands hooked my legs at the knee and raised them straight up, exposing my freshly shorn vulva. I cupped my hands around my calves, just above Kevin's strong hands, and pulled my legs up high over my chest. I peered down at him as I parted my legs wider. My large breasts stood tall, with the aid of my push up bra, and I stared at the hungry look on my boy's face as he lowered his mouth to my sopping wet slit.

Kevin's tongue tickled as it touched the most sensitive skin of my perineum, and then it flattened out on its upward path. He lightly swiped the rubbery folds of my labia, once, twice, then onward to my already engorged clitoris. I savored the sight of Kevin's nose pressed into the smooth skin above my clit, and felt him slide two fingers inside me. His jaw ground into the cleft of my labia, as my boy lapped up mommy's ready pussy.

The room filled with a constant sloshing sound as my copious juices spritzed around Kevin's digits while he fingered me. His mouth nibbled on my clit, sending electricity through me, on my way to climax. My legs shuddered, and my mouth opened wide as the sensation of orgasm washed over my entire body. When Kevin looked up, his face was glazed with my honey, and he had a proud grin on his face. I picked up my phone and snapped the view between my breasts, catching Kevin's slippery smile.

He crawled up my body, and kissed me full on the lips. "You are your father's son, with that tongue," I said quietly.

"But, I'm not like him at all, with this, am I?" he said, pointing to his junk.

"I'll tell you about it sometime," I giggled. We lay together for a few moments, and then I said that it was time to leave, if we wanted to eat before the show. Kevin went to the washroom to clean up, and I pulled a Kleenex from the nightstand and wiped myself clean.

I took the phone from the bed and sent the last picture to Earl, then checked my messaging app. Earl's excitement was obvious in his comments after each picture arrived. I straightened my dress and waited at the door, and when Kevin came out of the bathroom, we walked to the street. The Chris Rock venue was only a few blocks away, so we stopped at a diner on the way.

It wasn't very busy inside, and instead of sitting at a booth, I took Kevin by the hand and rushed to the back to find a washroom. The men's and ladies' washrooms were side by side. I poked my head in the ladies' room, and saw there were three stalls, all of them unoccupied.

I pulled Kevin into the last stall, took out my phone, hiked up my dress and bent over the toilet. My very wet pussy was exposed for his pleasure. I heard my son unzipping as I scrolled to the camera and set it up for selfie mode.

I shrieked slightly when Kevin's cold hand took hold of my buttock, to line me up with the hand holding his fat dick. His spear parted my labia easily and wobbled up and down to locate the well-lubed entrance to my pussy.

With one elbow supporting me on the toilet tank, I held the camera flat on the wall, looking up to angle it such as to include my face, dress hiked up to my waist, the masculine hands pressed into my wide hips, and up to about Kevin's chest.

Of course Earl would know who the man was, who was inserting a foreign cock into his wife, but I loved that there was no guarantee that I hadn't taken a stranger in here to fuck my married pussy.

Kevin grunted when he pushed his fully erect dick until his balls slapped my clit. The force of his thrust pushed my face into the wall, nearly knocking the phone from my hand. My thumb slid the menu to VIDEO and I pushed the start button. I felt his cock head flatten against my cervix, and by the time the accompanying pain registered, Kevin had fully retracted and was on his way in for a second assault.

"Fuck," he said, looking down at his hands, the whiteness of my skin surrounding each digit as the pressure forced blood away the surface of the skin. "Oh, Mom," he uttered, taking the guesswork away from who was abusing my kitty.

I stared wide-eyed into the screen, enjoying the sight and sensations of our public sex. Kevin gave me five or six more intense thrusts, before declaring the obvious. "I'm gonna cum!" he announced, "Pull out?"

"Yes," I whispered. "This time."

My man hauled his cock back, and with only a few more pumps of his fist, Kevin unleashed a torrent of jizz, the first few shots of which arced high over my ass and landed on the blue ruffled cloth of my dress. Three more streams streaked along my ass cheeks, and lower back, smearing the 'tramp stamp' tattoo I got for my husband's enjoyment, so many years back.

Kevin wiped his knobby tip up and down my slit, as his streams turned to dribbles. I raised the phone from the wall without turning the video off, and reached back to hand it to Kevin. He smoothly guided the screen to show his path of semen along my dress, and rolled the phone around so that my cum splattered ass cheeks and labia filled the view.

"Just stopping for dinner, before the show," I announced loudly, "I'll be sure to bring you home some lunch tomorrow, Earl." I couldn't believe my brazenness. Kevin handed the phone back to me as I looked back, over my shoulder. I added, "I love you, baby," and blew him a kiss before I switched the video off.

At that exact moment, the door opened and footsteps led to the first stall, followed by the sound of the sliding lock, and then the ruffling of clothes. I was glad that there was a stall between us, because it would be hard to explain a pair of heels AND loafers if she had sat next to us.

I put a finger to my lips when the tinkling began, and quietly slipped the lock open as I lowered my dress and Kevin buckled up. I pushed him out and we shuffled to the door, trying not to giggle like school kids.

We made it out without her screaming, and found ourselves a booth. I looked down at the front of my dress to see streaks of darker blue from the silvery protein. "Tuck in," I whispered, pointing to Kevin's shirttail poking through his zipper, as he began to slide along the leather bench.

"Mom, that was so fucking hot!" he whispered. The two of us laughed out loud, then giggled on and off, until we were met with the look of disdain from a sixty-something-year old woman returning from the bathroom. Then we both broke out in a roaring laugh. I felt some of Kevin's cum puddling between my ass and the chiffon, and knew that I was going to have to dry clean it when I got back.

I reviewed the video, without showing it to Kevin, and sent it off to my husband. Before I hit the SEND button, I noticed there were a number of text notifications. "Let's see what he's up to," I said, under my breath.

Earl had responded to each of my pics; usually one-word comments, like "Fuck", or "Wow". But, Earl had sent his own picture. He was sitting naked on the bed, with a steady stream of precum cascading over the metal cap, leaking from the piss slit. It was odd not to see my husband's junk dangling between his hairy thighs.

I sent one message back:

"OMG, you are going to go off like a cannon when I get home!"

Kevin and I each ordered a BLT, and hurriedly finished it off, so we wouldn't be late for the show.

Earl had bought great seats, only five rows back. Chris was hilarious, and had the audience in stitches. After about ten minutes, Kevin leaned in and whispered, "So, does he get you all hot, Mom?" I looked around, and surreptitiously drew Kevin's hand to my knee, and skid it under my dress. Aside from the sticky mess of our bathroom encounter, Kevin found fresh, warm juices flowing.

When I pushed Kevin's hand away, I whispered, "Your Dad bought me a black dildo when he realized that I get turned on by him."

"Holy shit, Mom," he said into my ear. "Did Dad get off watching you play with it?" Kevin's words hit me like punch to the gut. His father has had this fetish for a lot longer than I had ever realized.

The lady behind me made a "tsking" sound when I leaned into Kevin one more time. "Yes, I would lay on my back fucking that rubber dick, and Dad would kneel over me, and jack off onto it. It would look like the black cock was cumming inside me, and spilling out. We would both cum pretty hard."

All of this talk was taking a toll on me. I was flushed with thoughts of Chris, Kevin, and the black dildo. So, when intermission came, I said, "Are you ready to go, Kev?"

He jumped from his seat, and the two if us held hands as we darted through the crowd to get to the lobby. I saw a cab at the front door and we scrambled in. It was only a few blocks to walk back to the BnB, but neither of us had that much time.

My heart was pounding along our drive. When we arrived, I threw forty dollars on the front seat, not needing to wait for change.

Over the next three hours, Kevin and I fucked in the shower, in a wing back chair, on the floor, me bent over the corner of the bed, and finally under the covers in the queen sized bed.

I experienced something during our in-chair sex, which I had only heard other women talk about. Kevin was slouched in the wingback, and I was riding him reverse cowgirl. His frenulum ground its way up and down the upper wall of my pussy, along the opposite side of my clitoris. And it felt so good!

We were just slowly fucking, just savoring our bodies being one, and I was in heaven due to the fullness his fat dick provides. Suddenly, I felt a strange, warm sensation, and I felt like I needed to pee. The pleasure became more intense, and then a wash came over my entire body. I looked down to see watery fluid squirt all around our sexes, and a release of endorphins made me limp.

For a few seconds, I began to sob uncontrollably - not of guilt or shame - but just overcome with both pleasure and peace. My son held me, as his Dad would have if he were here, until those feelings ebbed.

I lost track of my orgasms; there were too many to count. Kevin was a trooper - one in my mouth, one all over my vulva, and a final release deep inside me. Neither of us could move at that point. A few minutes later, Kevin's dick had shrunk enough that his bulbous spear flopped from inside me, and lay harmlessly between our bodies.

I felt badly as I lay in Kevin's arms, that I forgotten to send more pictures to my husband. He was likely wide-awake awaiting more. I knew that I could make it up to Earl in the morning.

When we finally awoke, it was nearly nine AM. Kevin invited me in with him to shower, but I declined. I knew that after all of this, Earl would not want me to smell like lavender and roses. I would be there to fulfill all of his senses, so we could share this first experience to the fullest.

I had packed jeans and a blouse, and some fresh underwear for the ride home. But, I put the fresh ones back, and found the pair that I wore yesterday - the ones my husband chose for me - where Kevin had discarded them on the floor. I hiked them up and tugged on the tight jeans, and left the blouse untucked. When Kevin emerged from the bathroom, I had everything ready to go.

When we were about ten minutes from home, I pulled around back of an industrial park, and parked in the corner. Kevin looked a little confused. "I need one more thing from you, before we go home," I said, my hand holding his.

I got out and climbed into the back seat. I unsnapped my jeans and yanked them to my ankles, with my panties. I scanned the lot once more, as Kevin neared the door. "I need you to cum inside me," I said softly.

Kevin climbed on top, and without lust or hurry or words, slid his wonderful cock inside his mother as she requested. Our eyes locked and smiles never faded, until the telltale change in his facial muscles indicated his impending release.

My mouth unconsciously mirrored Kevin's as it gaped wide, and soon a soft moan was followed by his hips twitching, a pool of seed flooding my womb. When he completed his task, Kevin lowered his face to mine and kissed a soft, sweet kiss.

Kevin carefully extricated himself from the backseat, and I pulled my panties back to my hips, and drew the snug fitting jeans over them. I got in and we silently made our way back home.