Controlling mom, part 1

I can remember the night well. It was Friday night in May and I was headed home late. The guys and I had started the night on main street scouting girls. The ones we were interested in did not have the time of day for us. The ones who were interested in us, we really did not want to hang out with. The life of a teen. Me, I was still a virgin, but not for trying. Up until recently I had had bad acne that despite ointment and other so-called cures, had only gotten worse. Finally a new drug for the time came out, “Acutane “, and cleared away my zits. The only problem was that they first got worse before they got better. In retrospect, I figured that what it did was make you have all the zits you ever were going to have in a three month period. Even when they had all cleared away, it took time for people, especially teens, to forget. Needless to say, this seriously put a crimp in my love life. I did have a lot of girls who were friends. It seems having three older sisters taught me how to listen to women and how to behave around them. To bad it didn’t teach me how to get them. My sisters always consoled me that when I was older, I would have the right ingredients to find the Ladies, “a willing ear “. After several failed attempts at trying to get some girls interested in us, we decided to give up for the night, buy some beer and sit out on the back roads shooting the breeze. There was always a group at the local teens hanging out (dead end dirt road where we had fires), so we headed out there. Sure enough, there were a dozen or so hanging out by the fire shooting the breeze. It didn’t take long until I was feeling good and the time sure flew by. So much for my 11 o’clock curfew. Mom had gotten a little uptight on the household rules lately. With my dad having passed away a few years ago and all my sisters out of the house now, Tammy had left for college that fall, Mom felt she had better keep an eye on me. She felt I needed more of a fatherly influence. Maybe that is why she had started dating back in February. One of my friends dropped me off a few houses from mine. I figured I better sneak in, that way even if I got nailed for being late in the morning, I would at least of gotten rid of my beer breathe. Shit, Ron’s car was in the driveway. That means Mom is up. Ron has been dating my mom for a month, but I think he is a creep. I don’t know what she sees in him. I will say one thing about his dating Mom, it sure has helped her appearance. Don’t get me wrong, Mom has always had a body. At 5’9 ” tall, long legs and sexy curves she would get many a man’s attention. The “D ” she caries and the sweet grabble buns sure helped her. Yes I did peek at her bra in the laundry to check her size but only recently. By the way, she also had a pretty face but I am a teen boy, it is on the checklist but not at the top. I never noticed how hot she was until Ron started dating her though. One of the reasons I checked out her bras was I could not believe she would ever where something like that. Mom had always been a slacks women with flats and her lingerie consisted of plane white wear that you could buy on sale in Wal-Mart. This last month she went from slacks, to ankle length skirts to knee high skirts. I believe I even saw her in a mini-skirt tonight. And her shirts had gone from loose fitting and full cover to low necklines and short enough that you could catch glimpses of her belly button. Growing up, I had never seen her belly button that I could remember, even her swimsuits were one piece conservative suits. Our house was a raised ranch and it looked like Ron and Mom were in the lower level with the lights turned down. I didn’t want to know what they were doing. I used a sawhorse from out back to reach the upper bathroom window and eased it slowly open. I was able to crawl in despite my condition. Must have been sobering up already. I made it a point to try and remind myself to put away the sawhorse in the morning. As I eased into the hallway on my way to the bedroom, I could hear Ron talking calmly to my mother. “You enjoy sucking on cocks don’t you Judy …. More and more it is no longer something you put up with but desire to do … crave. After all, since you have decided to suck my cock, you might as well as enjoy the taste and experience. ” What the hell, I couldn’t help myself but sneak over to the bottom of the stair case and peered around the corner. There was Mom, in a low cut red bra, matching thong panties and garter belt and hoses. And the blankest look on her face I have ever seen. Ron was standing directly in front of her with his back to me. “Every time you here, ‘Anna Wanna Banana’ your craving will increase …You will not ask to suck on a cock until given permission. Then you will relish it. ” Ron continued. “Now lets go over you triggers once again. Each time they will become more ingrained in you. ” Mom started, “I love dressing sexy. ” “When I hear ‘sexy, sexy, sexy’ I will unconsciously expose myself. The more times it is said in a half hour interval, I will expose a little more of myself. ” “When I hear ‘Anna Wanna Banana’ I will craving for sperm increase. I will not ask to suck on a cock until given permission but then I will relish it. “When I hear ‘invis, invis, invis ‘ I will cease to realize that there is anyone in the room with me, though my subconscious will keep me from colliding with them. When I hear ‘vis, vis, vis,’ after a count of ten, I will see normally. “When I hear ‘sweet, sweet dreams’ I will have erotic dreams about Ron. I will masturbate to dreams of Ron and me doing sexual acts I would not be comfortable with when awake. As I dream of them, I will become less uptight about and more turned on by these sexual acts. As I masturbate, I will continue to rise higher in my levels of sexual excitement but will stop short of going over the edge. I will sleep without the covers on and I will forget to shut off the lights. Unless someone calls my name, I will not awaken. ” “When I hear ‘Julia Juicy Judy’ I will horny. Anything that reminds me of a cock will get more more and more horny. This will continue until I can frig myself off ” “When I hear ‘sleepy, sleepy Judy’ I will enter into this wonderful peaceful place and I will listen and obey what I hear. I will only remember this place when I am here and will have no conscious thought of ever have been here. I will obey the trigger phrases though I will not consciously hear them, ” she finishes. Ron spoke one more time, “Even when I am not here, every time before you go to sleep and you are alone in your room, I want you to repeat them to yourself. You will not remember any of this when you are awaken. Even when the trigger words are spoken, you will not remember the person speaking them to have spoken them to you. Now get dressed. ” That broke the spell over me but as I got ready to charge out there, I realized that he could just put her back under and make her not believe me. I needed time to think of a better plan. It looked like Ron was done for the night anyways. I snuck back upstairs and crawled into bed. Shortly after, I heard Ron leave. I heard the stairs creek as Mom came up the stairs. (She obviously hadn’t memorized the squeaky treads). She came up to my door and peaked in. By then I had formulated a plan. “Mom ” “Jake are you awake? And when did you get home young …. ” “Sleepy, sleepy Judy, ” I hoped he hadn’t made it so the trigger only worked for him. Instantly, to my relief, her eyes glazed over. “Can you hear me Judy, ” I wasn’t sure if she would respond to the name Mom. “Yes … ” “Think of Ron. No longer will any trigger words work on you …. unless you hear them from me, ” I decided to add. I originally thought I should erase all the trigger words but having this sexy thirty eight year old women standing there in a tight swoop cut shirt and black mini made me renege on my earlier thoughts. Plus I might need to make sure Ron did not regain control, I reasoned. “As a matter of fact, you will see Ron for what he is, a sleazy good for nothing. You will no longer talk to Ron except to tell him it is quits for him. You will not be able to hear any of the trigger phrases he utters and you will resist any attempt he makes to hypnotize you. Understand? ” “Yes … ” “Oh, Judy. You will not remember coming in here tonight but go straight to bed. It will not occur to you that I was late tonight. And give up the idea of dating for a month or so. ” I needed to make sure she was over this before she went out with anyone. I really resisted inserting things like giving me a free reign but I still wanted to have a parent around to help me. She left and went to bed. I had a restless night; I kept seeing Mom in her lingerie. She was one hot woman. By the time I awoke, the ideal of not using this to my advantage had gone out the window. I started wondering how far this could go. I understand that you cannot make a person do what they morally object to but I wondered if you could talk them into it. I spent most of the day thinking about how to go about this and what I did not want to change. “By supper, Ron had called twice and Mom had told him that they were going to break it off. The last thing I thought I heard him say over the phone was “sleepy, sleepy Judy “. Mom did not react as if she had heard it. I am not sure if Ron ever figured what happened but he must have decided to invest his time in another women, because it was the last we heard of him. After supper I asked to talk with Mom. “Could we sit on the couch, ” I asked. She quickly dropped everything not because she was hypnotized but because her teenage son had actually asked to talk. “Sleepy, sleepy Judy, ” I began. Again her eyes glazed over and she entered a trance. “Judy, do you love your son? ” I asked “Very much, ” she replied “Why did you start dating again? ” “I thought you might need a man in the house who you could talk with. ” “Would I talk about sex with this man? ” “Yes ” “Would it be alright if I talked to you about sex? ” “Yes, but awkward ” “If it did not have to be awkward, would you like to? ” “Yes ” “From now on it is not awkward to talk to Jake about sex. ” “It is no longer awkward to talk to Jake about sex, ” she repeated. “Do you think Jake is a virgin, ” I asked. “Yes ” “How does that make you feel? ” “I wish he had a girlfriend, ” she replied. “You know you have classes for math, classes for driving, but no real class for sex education. ” “It is not something you can teach in a classroom ” “Needs to be taught in the streets? ” I queried. “No, probably something that should be taught at home. ” “You were a teacher before us kids were born, weren’t you? ” “Yes ” “Then maybe you could teach Jake? As a matter of fact, the more you think about it the more reasonable it seams. ” “How? ” she questioned. “Do you think he has a real good understanding of a women’s body? Do you think those immature bodies of the girls his age will really prepare him for a grown women? Maybe you could ‘accidentally’ allow him to see you in revealing clothes? As a matter of fact, that is what you will do. You will continue to wear sexy lingerie and you will accidentally leave the bathroom door open from time to time. You will know that he goes out sometimes when you are dressing but you will not close the shades, making believe no one can see you. During these occasions, you will think that it is a good time to do some dance exercising in your underwear. You will wear skimpy bathing suits when only Jake is home . or if his friends are there with him, ” I added as an after thought. “It will cease to feel wrong when you do this. It will begin to feel right, after all you are his sex education teacher. Do you understand? ” “Yes .. ” she replied tentatively. “Repeat what I said in regard to teaching Jake. ” She repeated what I said. “Do you understand? ” “Yes .. ” she replied more at ease. I had her repeat it three more times. But the end she sounded confident about her decision. “It would make sense that you would enjoy teaching, ” I told her. “It would even be good for Jake to see a women’s body experiencing pleasure. So I tell you what, you will feel aroused when exposing yourself to Jake. The more you do it, the more at ease with it you will be and the more aroused it will make you. ” Again I had her repeat it back to me. “Finally, ” I ended with, “when you hear ‘sweet, sweet dreams’ you will think of Jake and not Ron. As a matter of fact, all the triggers that focused on Ron will now be focused on Jake. All you will remember about this time is having a conversation with Jake about his sex life and how he told you he was a virgin. Jake told you how he is not sure how he would even behave with a woman in bed. You will feel an overwhelming empathy with him and desire to teach him more about sex and how to please a woman. Now awaken. ” She blinked at me, drew me to her in a hug and told me how much she loved me. “I am glad we had this conversation, ” she told me after holding me a few minutes. “We need to do this more often. ” Slowly she pulled away from me while still clutching my head in her arms. This had the effect of lowering my head into her soft breast. As if she finally realized what she had been doing, Mom jerked away from me with some excuse about needing to get something from the kitchen. I really love Jake. I sure wish he had a girl friend. You would think a strong built man like Jake would have his picks of girls. I would think he is sexy … if I was his age that is. I really need to teach him more about girls. Ummm … May was a wonderful month. It was a full moon all month, the Judy moon that is. About a week after I had my talk with Mom, I slipped them out the back door when I saw Mom go in her room. When Dad had died, she could not bear to sleep in the same bedroom. With Tammy still in the first floor front bedroom and me in the upstairs back bedroom, she took the first floor back bedroom. This was great for peeping Jake. I remember when it was Caitlin’s room, my oldest sister. I was out one night when she was changing. I realized she did not know her window blinds were virtually transparent. Even shut you could see right through them but the light from indoors reflecting off the glass, kept her from seeing me. Tonight, Mom “forgot ” to close the mini-blinds. It was her way of giving me a better view of her body. Class was on. She walked up to her bureau, which she had conveniently moved to be next to the rear window and started taking her shirt off. Even though I had seen her naked in recent days through half opened doors, it still took my breath away to see those tits pop out with only a skimpy lacy bra covering them, powder blue. I can’t believe I am doing this, I hope he can’t see me blush through the shades. I slipped out of the black mini I was wearing and straightened out the garter belt. I hoped he appreciated the powder blue thong and hose, because the thong sure was climbing up my ass. Now for a little exercise, it is amazing how turned on it makes me feel displaying my wares to my son …. I am his teacher, I reminded myself. As Mom started her aerobics, her tits bounced all over the place. Occasionally a nipple would poke out before she would hide it again. I could see the damp spot between her legs and I realized it was more than sweat, She was getting excited having me watch her. Half way through, she turned around, giving me a wonderful view of her ass with the powder blue thong separating her cheeks. I especially loved the leg stretches. I got within five feet of the window, as close as you could get without being seen. After about twenty minutes of exercising she stopped and reached for her robe. “I better hurry in, ” I thought as raced for the back door and onto the couch were I had been sitting. I just managed to get seated when she came out of her room. “Are you watching a good show? ” she asked to me as I tried to catch my breath on the couch. “Great show, ” I answered, not sure what was even on. Man she looked hot in that kimono and it had been a great show I had been watching. “Well I will be going to bed now, ” she said as she headed back into the bedroom and shuts off the lights. She did not leave the blinds open every night. This would seem like it was done on purpose and she wanted me to think it was by accident. Plus, for me, it would take some of the fun out of it if she just let me look anytime. Maybe later on but right now I enjoyed the game. Whether there was a nightly show or not, my friends, Jim, Tim and Roger and me did enjoy Mom’s new bathing suits. We had a pool in the backyard where she would sun bathe and she placed herself in the perfect position to give us the best view from my room. The skimpy top covered only a quarter of her breasts and the bikini bottoms had a habit of crawling up her ass. The dark green suit against her tanned flesh looked so appealing. As the month wore on, I couldn’t help but try some of her trigger phrases. One night she had one of her girl friends, Jen, over. I whispered to her while Jen was in the bathroom, “Julia, Juicy Judy. ” When Jen came back to the table I offered her some carrots. “That would be great. ” she replied. I sat back and watched them talk. Lucky for Mom, Jen could talk up a storm and she did not have to reply much which was good because I could see Mom loosing her concentration as she watched Jen dip her carrots in dip and eat them in front of her. I decided to add to the fun by pulling out a corn dog and heating it up. I stayed in the line of sight of Mom and took my time eating the corn dog. She was just a squirming in her seat. Mom all of a sudden remembered an errand she had to run right away. “I am sorry Jen, we will have to finish this conversation later. I just remembered I have to get to the cleaner before it closes and I believe it closes at four today. ” “What cleaner closes at four, ” Jen protests. But Mom was not dissuaded as she ushered her out the door. As soon as Jen was gone she made a beeline to her bedroom. “Invis, invis, invis, ” I tell her as she gets close. I manage to beat her into the room as she shuts the door. In seconds flat she has her dress hiked up and her pink thong shoved down enough to get her fingers in her pussy. She can’t get the thong beyond the pink garters but it far enough down to giver her free access. Her panties are soaked with her juice. She shoves one, two, three, finally four fingers up her pussy as she tries to fill the void. Her other hand starts caressing her tits through her shirt. In no time flat, her moaning and the gyration of her hips showing me she is coming over the top. I watch her thrashing as she tries to shove more of her hand down her pussy. Her breath comes in gasps as she makes one last thrust and lets out a sigh. There she is, almost passed out in joy, cum dripping down her thighs and a damp spot on her bed. She was to exhausted even to remove her fingers from her pussy, which now includes her thumb and half her hand. I snuck out but left her door open about two inches. I went back to the family room and positioned myself on the couch for a direct view of her hand shoved in her pussy. I picked up a magazine and waited. Soon I could see her move her hand away as she sat up. I quickly looked at the magazine and shuffled it loud enough for her to have heard me. I could feel her eyes upon me as she realized that from that vantage point I must had quite a show. She straightened up her dress and walked to the bathroom. I think Jake saw me masturbating. I can’t believe I did that. I don’t know what got over me. I must be beat red right now. I better go wash myself off. He is looking me right in the eye. Is that a slight grin I see on his face? It must have turned him on, I think I see a delicious bulge in his pants. It is turning me on just thinking about it. I better settle for a cold shower and clean pair of thongs… Another time as I headed to bead I whispered, “sweet, sweet dreams … invis, invisi, invis ” to Mom and then I headed towards her room. A little while later she came into the bedroom, stripped down to her thong, I never got sick of looking at those squeezable jugs. She pulled out a pale blue sheer teddy to wear to bed, climbed into bet and was almost instantly asleep. At first there were only an occasional groan and then her left had reached up and started massaging her breasts. Finally, her right hand found its way to her crotch were she shoved the her thong aside and inserts two fingers into her already moist pussy. I pulled out a camera and snapped a few picture of her for my records. I knew the action had only begun. Within ten minutes she had all five fingers on her right hand submerged into her pussy, frantically trying to get off. Her left hand began pulling at her nipples which were fully erect. I could tell she was close, then she stopped. Still she moaned on. After a few minutes she started to frig herself some more. This cycle continue through the night. Part way through the night I pulled myself away into get some shut eye. When I looked in on her a few hours later, she was still at it, her whole body covered with sweat. After about a month of this I decided to push the envelope. We had just finished super and I was helping to clear the table. “Mom we need to have another heart to heart talk, ” I told her. “I still haven’t found a date. ” “Sure honey, I love having heart to heart talks with you. ” “Sleepy, sleepy Judy, you need to upgrade your teaching of Jake. He needs to be able to see how to give women pleasure. He needs to see you give yourself pleasure. ” “But he is my s… ” “You are his teacher, ” I interrupted. “I am his teacher … ” she repeats. “It gives you pleasure to show him. ” “Pleasure … ” “Immense sexual pleasure to teach him. ” “Immmmennnse … ” she groans. “Do you have any vibrators? ” I asked. “Never … ” she replies. “You need to get some so he can see where to put his cock and how to give a woman pleasure with it. “But … ” “But, ” I interrupt. “Speaking of which, what is the one thing you never consider doing with Jake? ” “I could never fuck him! ” “Why? ” “It is wrong for a mother and son … ” “Why? ” “If they were to have a child … ” she began. “That is the main taboo, correct, a child? What if you had sex in way that could not conceive a child. ” “How? ” she asked. “Even with contraceptives, there is always the chance. ” “Is there ways a virgin can please a man without breaking her hymen? ” “Yes … ” she answers kind of questionably. ” “Yes, ” I reinforce. “She could use her hands. ” “Yes. ” “She could use oral sex. ” “Yes. ” “She could squeeze his cock between her tits. ” “Yes. ” “Are there any other openings she could use. ” “Possibly … ” “What other way? ” I asked. “Her ass, ” she said tentatively. You could tell she had a hard time talking about it. “Is there anything wrong with using this hole? ” I asked. “It is gross and it would hurt ” “If it was not gross to her, if the hole was stretched, and if she got pleasure from it, would it be a good solution? ” “I guess so, ” she mumbled. “Yes it would be ok, ” I told her. “Yes it would be. ” “From now on, when you go to sleep, dream of ways you could show Jake how to make love using other parts of your body besides you pussy. Think of ways that to make those ways more pleasurable. Nothing on your body would gross Jake out so it should not gross you out. Keep some lubricant near your bed and stretch those parts of your body that need to be stretched for your comfort and pleasure. Use the dildo and vibrators to imitate his cock. The more new the love making idea is to you the more pleasure it will give you. They are only fantasies, and as his teacher you will need to stretch you imagination. ” “pleasure … fantasies … stretch my imagination ” I used the regular closing statements like, “you had a wonderful conversation with your son about sex, not to detailed but you talked to him about what a women might like, how to dress. You will not consciously remember the details but will retain the command subconsciously. You love feeling this peace to talk to your son like this. You love being his teacher. Now awaken. ” I love having these conversations with my son. I am so glad I can help him know more about the opposite sex. I know I shouldn’t but it gets me wet just talking about it with him. Well, it shouldn’t be a chore after all. I need to show him more about how to make love. Where did that thought come from, I hope he doesn’t notice my blush. “Ah Jake, I have to go clean my bedroom. ” I tell him in a husky voice. As I close the door to my room my hands pull up my skirt and thrust down my panties. It is hard to believe the crotch of my panties are already completely soaked and my juice is flowing down my thighs. What has become of me, a few months ago I barely ever had the urge let alone the intensity. Well it at least makes my lesson for Jake easier. My left hand is working hungrily on my pussy, one, two, three, four, and now most of my hand is up my pussy. My right hand is under my shirt pulling on my erect nipples. None of this is enough. I need something more than my hand to fill the void in my pussy, I think as my eyes spot my hair brush on the bed stand. That handle might make a good substitute prick. By now my pussy was aching to explode and reason has left my mind. I grabbed the brush, laid back on my bed and started pumping away with the handle jammed in my pussy. That prick feels so good. “AHHH! … AHHHH! … AHHHHH! … AHHHHHH! ” over the edge I go. Wow! I awoke with the bristles of my brush were tickling my pussy, and I realize with shock what I have just done. But it felt so good. I noticed for the first time that in my haste, I had not even lowered the blinds, let alone closed them. I wonder if Jake …. Well Jake needed to know how to please a woman. He could think of the brush as his cock but in some other woman’s pussy, not his mothers. Absent-mindedly I find myself sucking on the brush handle thinking of Jakes cock. “What am I doing? ” I think to myself. “Well it wouldn’t be like he was in my pussy. It is only a fantasy. What other fantasies could I dream up. ” With that happy thought, I drift off to sleep, with the end of the brush back in my mouth. I never knew I tasted so good just a little sperm mixed in would make a perfect mixed drink. What a show, it was all I could do not to run in there and help Mom. As it was, it was a little sticky and wet getting out of my pants that night. I did not think she would take to the suggestion so quick, she must be getting more relaxed about the “teaching ” business. I couldn’t wait to see if the suggestion about anal sex would take hold…… Within a week, Mom had bought two dildos and a vibrator. One dildo was about seven inches long and one inch in diameter. The vibrator looked slightly longer and thicker. The second dildo caught my interest because it was slightly shorter and about three quarters of an inch in diameter. I could tell they heightened her sexual drive. The once a week show I had been getting turned into every three days and her gentler orgasms turned into hip bucking thrashes. When she started, she was more tentative with the new toys. She would suck on one, imitating a blowjob, then set it aside and mount the vibrator in her pussy for a ride. After a while she really started getting into it. She would be sucking on one dildo, sliding the second vbrator in and out of her pussy, while she slid one in and out of her pussy. It didn’t take her long until she was deep throating the one in her mouth. About when she started deep throating the dildo, I noticed a jar of KY jelly appear in the room …. I still can’t believe I actually bought the KY jelly. I remember the start of the idea of anal sex. I had never considered it before a few weeks ago, but I was trying to come up with more ways of fantasizing about Jake without the traditional fucking. At first the idea scared me but as I dreamed about it, it actually started to excited me. After all, I needed to prepare him for any type of woman he encountered. So here I am with a greased index finger at the edge of my asshole, lying on the bed with my ass up in the air. Of course I closed the shades tonight. I am not ready for Jake to see me with my finger up my ass yet. “Ohh, ” I gasp as I enter. Not so bad just a little discomforting. Lets try to get it past the knuckle. If I am ever going to get any enjoyment from this, I will need to do my stretches. Actually this is starting to get me excited. “Ohh yes, stretch that ass … “. One index finger up there, lets try the middle finger now. This is getting better, I can feel the dildo in my pussy. Wow, what a turn on, I bet a man would really get turned on if I could massage his dick from my asshole. I can’t believe this could feel so good. I can’t believe it, I am actually going to have an orgasm from fingering my asshole. “Yess …, ” I grown as my body shudders. Look at the pool of cum on my sheets. What have I … beco ….. I am becoming the best teacher. I can remember that Friday, in the later part of June, when I first saw her use all three of her new toys at once. I can’t believe how good this feels. The vibrator in my pussy is taken me straight to the top. And the dildo in my mouth makes me think of Jake’s cock. Yes, it feels so good. I never thought I could deep throat before, but with a little practice, I don’t even gag. I can just imagine sucking on his cock, licking his balls with my tongue. I know it would drive him wild. He would just explode into my mouth and I would lick up every drop. I can’t believe how turned I am getting. And to think Jake can see his mother creaming over him with a vibrator in her pussy and a dildo shoved down her mouth. You better be taking good notes Jake because I might pass out her from all this attention. No time like the present to se if I can go for three. I have been doing my stretches all week. Let me just dip my fingers in my cunt and get good and lubricated, then I can stretch the nether hole before inserting little pink dildo. Let me stick my ass up in the air so Jake can get a good view. Keep my legs apart to allow free access to the vibrator. This is not easy when you are feeling so good. Oh yah, shove that finger in. Man, I can feel the vibrator going in my pussy. I just need to hold on a little longer and get this dildo shoved up there. Ohh, that dildo sure feels big, but ohh, it sure feels good. Why … I … never …. , I can feel my pussy just throbbing … I can’t … AHHHHHHHHHHHH … AHHHHHHHH …. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!! It … is … like …. one continuous orgasmmmmm. I have … to … stop … before …. I …. pass … out AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! …… Ohh wow! That was awesome. What a way to wake up with the vibrator just bussing my pussy. What time is it? I’ve been out for two hours! With my two of my three holes filled. I am glad I had the sense to spit out the dildo in my mouth before I passed out. I can’t believe it I am climbing for another orgasm. I need to get this out before …. maybe just a little twist back there … first … ohhhHHHHH yESSSS!!! Now I better stop. It feels so empty pulling them out but I need to get some sleep before tomorrow. Maybe just on lick off the vibrator …Uggh, I can’t believe I