Mommy's Hot Erotica

by Alina Sawyer

  With that, Henry picked up his tools, handed some to Tara and started towards the shop. Tara followed him in silence. After they'd put the tools away, Henry took off his coveralls, opened his locker to put away his coveralls and grabbed a bottle of hand cleaner and said "Come with me."

  Knowing there was barely anyone left at the plant and that Tara was probably the only woman left at this later hour, he led her into the ladies' small locker room and to the sinks in the back. There, he said "This is the best hand cleaner around. It takes all the grease out."

  He then proceeded to wash both his and her hands with the hand cleaner. After he was finished washing their hands and both were drying their hands with paper towels, he asked "You never heard, did you?"

  "Hear what?"

  "Stacey left me three months ago. She went back to Toronto."

  "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

  "I'm not. Things weren't going well at all."

  "That sucks."

  "Well, it's all in the past now."

  "You okay?"

  "Oh I'm fine. Now how about I show you how fine I am?"

  "What do you have in mind?" Tara smiled. Henry and her had flirted since she 'd been hired as the lab supervisor but had never acted on it as she'd been in a relationship and by the time she'd gotten out of it, he'd started dating Stacey. But now that they were both single, she could only imagine the possibilities.

  "I'd sure like to see more of what's under that blouse..." Henry started unbuttoning her blouse as he said that.

  "Here? At work?"

  "Nobody's here and nobody would dare come in here!"

  Henry finished unbuttoning her blouse and let out an impressed whistle. "Wow, that is one sexy bra!"

  He ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, leaning in to kiss her. Tara was amazed at how soft his touch was on her. She responded immediately, raising her hands to his hair and pulling him to her, kissing him back. While Henry caressed her breasts through the fabric of her bra, their tongues danced around each other, teasing, tantalizing.

  Henry broke the kiss only to trace a series of kisses from her jaw down her neck and down to her breasts. His hands reached behind her and found the bra's hooks and undid them. Then, he pushed the bra and the blouse off her shoulders and took them off completely. He then took one nipple into his mouth, causing Tara to inhale sharply and then moan under his teasing tongue.

  Tara felt Henry's hands to down her back , caressing her skin, lighting it on fire under his touch. Then, she felt him caress her rear end through the fabric of her jeans. Tara busied her own hands pushing up his t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin too.

  Henry pulled back long enough to whip his shirt off and then pull on her belt. Together, they undid the fastening of her jeans and pushed them down. The bent down and took off her work boots and pulled the legs of her jeans off her. Then, he pushed her up onto the counter and resumed kissing her. Without her realizing it, Henry had undone his own pants and pushed them down. Pulling her legs up, Henry tilted her body and soon, Tara felt the tip of his cock touch her wet slit. Running her hands down his back, she pulled him forward, telling him with her actions just how much she wanted him. Both of them felt an urgency, an urgency borne of months and months of flirting and repressed desire.

  In one slow but steady stroke, he filled her completely. They both broke their kiss to gasp at the sensation. For Tara, it was being stretched by his large cock. For Henry, it was feeling how tight she was around his cock. They stayed immobile for a moment, enjoying the feeling, both feeling like the world was finally right. Then, Henry said "I gotta take you Tara, I want you so much, I just gotta have you."

  He started moving inside her, causing delicious friction and making her moan. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him even closer. Henry moved faster inside her. Not able to kiss and breathe at the same time, he pulled her close and kissed her neck.

  Tara, breathing hard herself, whispered "Oh God, this is so good, fuck me hard, baby."

  "I'm sorry for the short preliminaries. I promise to take more time next time and every time after that."

  "Don't worry, I want this just as bad as you do, just take me. God, take me!"

  Henry responded by accelerating his movements and deepening them. He then said "At this speed, I won't last very long sweetie."

  "Neither will I baby, I'm close, I'm so close."

  Tara moved back just a tad more, changing the angle and soon had Henry's big cock hitting her g-spot.

  "Oh yeah, don't stop, don't stop!"

  Henry held on to her ass, pulling her toward him and pushing her over the edge. Tara groaned her release, squeezing Henry's cock inside her as she did so. Soon, it was Henry's turn to groan his release, coming inside her. When he stilled, he held her against her and caressed her back for a few moments.

  Before parting, he kissed her tenderly and said "Tell me this doesn't have to be a one time thing."

  "It can't. You promised me more preliminaries, remember?"

  Smiling, he said "But that's only if you want me again."

  "Oh yeah, I want you again. How about you come home with me tonight?"

  "Just promise me one thing."

  "What's that?"

  "No using those nails on me?"

  Tara laughed and promised. "Deal!"

  The End.

  Out of Control

  A makeshift frame, this was a spur of the moment thing. While she was at work, he cleaned the garage and found some PVC pipe, the primer and cement to glue it together, some pin hinges, and some zip ties. He measured as best he could, guessing at what he was building in relation to her size. She was short, only five foot, one-half inch, and in most cases couldn't reach upper shelves, or anything too far buried.

  He loved her, loved her dearly, but she was a cold one. Very smart, pretty, confident and confrontational, she brooked no argument and always got what she wanted. She was the master of their domain and he resented her for it. He had his moments of control, but it didn't take much for her to take him down. She knew all the big words and how to use them. She was very expressive, having mastered the "murder look". She was also proud of being vindictive, but only for a true wrong; nothing accidental or unintentionally mean fell in her path, but if you seriously fucked with her, she'd fuck you back and make sure you were scarred by it. Corporate types, lawyers, authority figures, none were immune. She had the disconcerting habit of looking you right in the eye, and for calling bullshit.

  She always said she won the gold medal in the Asshole Olympics. She didn't always laugh when she did.

  He loved to fuck her. Always tight, it was literally like fucking a virgin all the time. She got really wet and ready, but if she wasn't, lube was a complete necessity. Her clitoris was like a small strawberry, her lips were full and pink, her asshole a pinkish-brown, more pink than brown, and it was all waxed as smooth as a baby's butt. She even went so far as to wax it herself.

  She had a big ass. It didn't matter how much she weighed, her ass was big. She'd gone through some sizes during the years, from really nicely shaped to really overweight and back again. The one constant was her big ass. He loved to fuck her ass, and she let him a few times. The first time she was kinda drunk. She got funny when she drank, it was the only time she was sure to not be mean unless you purposely fucked with her. He started licking it, and knew that she pretended she didn't know what he was doing. She questioned him as in, "Gee, what are you doing? It sure feels good" and he'd just vaguely answered that he was licking on her. He'd attempt every now and then when they were fucking and she was in a good mood but she'd almost always say no even to him tonguing her a little bit. It was sad, really, because she loved it and he loved it, but it was a whole respect thing. A friend of hers had broken up with his girlfriend, and the girl was ragging on him, trying to make him feel bad. His parting shot was, "All that's okay because I got to fuck a whore in the ass."

  And that comment set her tone. Her thought was that if sh
e admitted that she loved it hard in the ass, he would use it against her one day like her friend did his girlfriend. She didn't realize the difference was that he would love her no matter what she did. After all, if he could put up with the shit she put him through daily, reaming her rim was like eating the most amazing cake after a dinner of broken glass.

  So he put all those things together in his head and they gelled into this: a frame of PVC that would fit against the bed that he could strap her to. That he could bend her over on and spank her (something he thought she would love, but only got a dirty look for when suggested) or fuck her or do her ass. He got her a pair of nipple clamps years ago but never gave them to her. The time never seemed right, so they were still in the little velvet bag in the back of his top drawer. So he now had nipple clamps and a frame that had hinges on either side at waist height, lube and a hardon.

  She came home, did the whole evening thing, took a shower and sat down with a drink to watch some television. He made a point to be solicitous; getting her a couple of refills, making sure she had everything she needed. When she was relaxed, he told her he wanted to fuck her. She gave him a look that he wasn't sure how to read because of the booze. He took it as an opportunity to press on. He told her he wanted to do some special things to make her feel good, and that she could trust him. She giggled that she knew she could trust him, and he took that as a go.

  He got her into the bedroom and got her clothes off. Starting with a quick but thorough massage, he relaxed her further. Then he pulled the frame from the closet. She eyed it expectantly but questioningly at the same time. He told her he'd made it for her and really wanted her to try it out because he knew she would like it. She reluctantly let him tie her to the frame. The zip ties were too harsh, so he got some of her scarves and used those. He was surprised that she was letting him go so far, but maybe after being in control all the time, she needed something like this. He tied her ankles to the lower corners and her wrists to the top. The frame was actually a bit too wide, so her legs were spread more than he intended, but she seemed okay. He continued rubbing her body, keeping her comfortable. He asked if she was ready for something new, and at a nod, he got the clamps out.

  Standing in front of her, he bent and kissed her nipples, sucking and rubbing them until they were hard, swollen nubs. He pinched them and she arched toward him, groaning for more. Continuing to lick and suck the left one, he pinched the right until it would get no harder. Twisting to gauge the extent of what she could stand, he spun the setscrew on the clamp about halfway back and popped it on. It took her a few seconds to realize that it was no longer his fingers pinching her, and began to protest. He knew she loved her nipples played with while he was eating her because it was sensation in all the good spots, so, whispering, "Watch this", he went back to pinching the nipple with no clamp and with his free hand, free because of the clamp, stroked down her body and circled her clit with his thumb. "See the benefits of accessories?" he asked, and her response was a contented moan.

  He clamped the other nipple, still rubbing her clit, dipping his fingers into her wetness, and moved up to kiss her. He buried his tongue in her mouth, circling her own, the faint taste of alcohol still on her breath. He moved the frame to the side of the bed and released the catches to make it bend forward, her belly against the bar that ran across the middle. When she was comfortable on the bed with a pillow, he kneeled behind her and spread her cheeks. He licked her pussy, gently biting and pulling on her lips. He licked lower, sucking her clit making it harder and more swollen. Flattening his tongue against her clit, smoothing its texture, he licked her to orgasm. Her bucking was impeded by the frame, but it didn't stop him from licking her juices while she finished cumming.

  He moved to stand behind her and thrust his cock into her still pulsing, tight pussy, massaging her asscheeks at the same time. He kneaded the tender flesh, separating her cheeks to see her tiny, waiting rosebud. She loved when he fucked her, kind of hard but not ramming into her most times because of her smallness. He saved that for when he got her loosened with his fingers and wet enough to ramrod her pussy. He fucked her, fully thrusting in and out, pulling her back against him by her hips. The frame rattled but held firm; he supposed it was a pretty good job for a quickie. He raked his nails down her back, which was one of her favorite things. Not enough to draw blood, but always hard enough that he thought he was going to hurt her. It was why he thought she would like being spanked, the pleasure-pain the same as him leaving nail trails on her soft flesh. She groaned contentedly, arching and undulating her body to match his hands and his dick.

  He continued to fuck her, and slipped his finger into his mouth to wet it. He began rubbing it gently across her ass, ending up on her hole. She stopped moving for just a split second, and he felt the intake of breath that was going to precede the question 'what are you doing?' or the demand to stop. He shushed her, telling her that he knew she would like it and to stop him if she could, knowing she couldn't. A split second later, he was massaging it slowly into her ass. She strained a bit at her ties, realizing they weren't going to come loose and slumped to the bed, completely relaxed.

  He had his finger buried in her ass, twisting it while pumping in and out. All he was getting from her was "un, un, un" in time with his rhythm. He fucked her harder but not faster, her pussy loosening slightly, wet and slippery inside, her juices coating him. He didn't want to loosen her asshole because he wanted it tight around his cock. He was going to fuck her ass whether she wanted him to or not. She might be angry at first, but he almost didn't care about that because she made him angry all the time. He suddenly realized that he was getting satisfaction out of her being submissive for a change, and the fact that it was not her choice made his dick jump inside of her.

  He took his finger out of her ass, watching it twitch for a few seconds, and raked his nails down her asscheeks. She pushed back against him, moaning. He did it again, harder and got the same reaction. A few more times and he got bolder. He slapped her left asscheek then her right.

  "No, I don't want to be spanked."

  "Yes, you do."

  "No, I DON'T."

  "Too bad. Stop me if you can, If you can't, you're going to get what I want to give you."

  And he smacked her right asscheek. Hard.

  "Stop."

  "No." Smack.

  "Stop."

  "No." Harder smack. "Keep telling me no and watch what happens."

  "I said stop." She began straining at her ties, unable to undo them, the frame rattling but not coming apart. Extra glue will do that for you. Her straining turned him on even more, her ass bucking around in front of him, turning him on even more.

  He managed to get a few errant but hard slaps in, hitting her randomly across her ass, now taunting her. "I'm sure you know some bigger words than 'no' and 'stop' and I'm sure you'd use those words if you really wanted me to stop. She continued to move around, he continued to smack her asscheeks, harder and harder. Her cheeks were bright red and hot to the touch and still he continued. He'd smack her and then wait a bit, letting her think he was done, then start again. Sometimes if she moved too much he got the back of her thigh, sometimes her hip, but mostly her ass. Watching the flesh ripple out from his touch had his cock so hard. He began stroking it while continuing to heat her ass. He looked at her face and saw tears in her eyes.

  "Please stop" she was begging now.

  "Nope. I'm going to make it hard for you to sit tomorrow. I want you to think of me every time you sit down and you have to wince because your ass still burns from my hand. I want you to stammer through explanations of why you can't sit down to talk to people, thinking about how your ass got spanked."

  Still pulling at her restraints, her legs splayed open too wide for comfort, the clamps keeping her nipples so hard and now, with her attempts to get away from his hands, rubbing them against the bed, making them harder and more sensitive. Her pleading was ineffective, but she couldn't give in. She didn't want this, wanted him
to stop. Why he wouldn't, she had no idea. When she came home from work, deciding to have a drink to take the edge off of her busy life, she had intended to do just that. Apparently she was unaware of how much she'd had to drink. Where the hell had he gotten this frame? He said he built it, but she didn't remember seeing all this stuff in the garage. He was handy, but where he'd gotten this in his head was anyone's guess. Why the hell had she let herself be tied to it? So unlike her because she was never one to do stuff like this.

  He was good in bed, always fucking her just right. He loved to eat her pussy until she came all over his face, putting his fingers in her and rubbing her G-spot. He always wanted to fuck her, sometimes trying to get her ass. That was a no-no. Even the few times she did, she found it hard to look him in the eye the next day. He was, being a man, always in an ecstatic mood the day after that, but she knew the possibility was always there that she'd let him and he'd call her a whore or make fun of her for letting him plumb the depths of her ass. What was she supposed to do now? He was beating her ass, it hurt so much and she knew that she'd have trouble sitting down tomorrow. Her ass was on fire, she felt her flesh pulsing with the pain and heat and she couldn't get away. He'd pay for this, but that didn't help her now.

  He knew that whatever he was going to do, he'd better do it while she was tied down and unable to stop him. Oh, yeah, he was going to fuck her ass. If she thought that the smacking she was getting was going to make it hard to sit, wait until he reamed her out.

  "Please stop, my ass hurts."

  "That's the point. It's supposed to hurt."

  "Can you take the clamps off my nipples? They're starting to hurt, too."

  Hm, interesting choice of words. Her nipples hurt too. Not just hurt, but hurt too, meaning that her ass hurt already. Nice. "Sure, that, I'll do." And he helped her to stand up. And he tightened the setscrews just a bit. She was shrugging and wiggling, trying to get them off, but all that did was make the weight of the clamps pull harder at her flesh. She looked so sexy, tied to his handiwork, with her nipples at attention and her ass glowing, also his handiwork. Just for good measure, he pulled them a bit. She cried out, biting her lip, her breasts swaying with her movements. He reached down and rubbed her clit, fast and hard, making her cum, making her pussy wet, even while she fought. She bucked, then sagged, and he moved from in front of her, bent her back over the bed, and buried his cock in her wetness. He pumped her hard and furious, reaching around to finger her clit again, bringing her to another orgasm.