Mom’s Red High Heels

HER RED HIGH HEELS

Her red heels means mom’s ready for Teddy bare.

by Oediplex 8==3~



“Hi everybody. I’m a little nervous, this my first meeting of SA. Deep breath, okay, here goes.”

“Hi, my name is Ruby, and I am a sex addict. I guess we are suppose to tell our story? I’m here because my therapist said that I needed to cum, I mean be here – not . . well, sorry I didn’t intend to make that pun . . but that is kind of the point isn’t it? I needed to cum, and cum and cum again and again. I had to have sex, it WAS like a drug. I needed that fix, that rush, that chemical boost when you have an orgasm. I averaged at least four climaxes a day, but sometimes it could be six or eight, even twelve if I had multiples. And it was easy for me to have multiples, so easy and so goood, you know how . . . Uh, I’m getting off track.”

“Anyway, well I got caught. Not just caught having sex . . . . . . uuhmm . . . having sex with . . my . . son.”

“I know that sound terrible . . . well, I guess it is. But it wasn’t every time I needed sex. I had sex with lots of men . . and sometimes women . . if a man wasn’t handy, and I reeaalllyy had to HAVE it. You know what it’s like. I suppose that’s why we’re all here at this meeting of Sexaholics Anonymous.”

“But when all else failed, and I was desperate, then I had sex with Teddy, my son Theodore. He certainly didn’t mind. I mean he knew mommy’s problem. Hell who didn’t? I mean, if you knew Ruby, you knew she was a . . a slut. There I said it. But it was true. . . . Is true. I AM a sex addict. I’m not proud of it. But I’m supposed to be honest, right. I mean, if I can’t be honest with a bunch of other sexaholics, who can I be honest with. It’s hard to be honest with yourself, that’s the toughest thing.”

“As I was saying, Ted knew I liked sex. Everybody did, and I had sex with about everybody who knew me, at one time or another. You might say the everybody who knew me, knew my body, Biblically speaking if you will. Teddy too, it was inevitable. He was so handsome and athletic. He’s on the swim team at his school. He’s like a young Adonis. A lot better than some of the middle-age losers I’ve used as a next to last resort. (You weren’t so bad Doc, whoops, let that cat out of the bag! I did say everybody . .) Well those guys were next to last resort, because I tried to avoid temptation with my son, but it was hard. And I mean hard, he is firm and fat, long enough, even at that young age.”

I suppose I ought not to talk about my son that way. But that was the problem, I liked it. I not only liked it, I loved it. I loved Teddy and I loved it with him, and he love me and loved fucking me .