Strict rules of engagement Part 2_(1)

Part 2

“I’ve never been a squirter!” Janice thought to herself as she squeezed her thighs together and felt her cum spread around her inner thighs from the pressure. She held that position for a while as she leaned against the center counter in the kitchen, amazed at having that much fluid leave her pussy during an orgasm.

Brody came up stairs and sat in the living room. Dinner was almost ready so he found no point in going up to his room only to be called down in a few minutes. While sitting in the living room, instead of watching TV he was watching his mother move about the kitchen. He noticed she was still wearing her cum soaked yoga pants which made his cock twitch, he adjusted in an attempt to conceal it in case anyone would notice it. Janice was preparing the dinner and preparing each plate and began pouring some white mushroom sauce onto some vegetables, she stared at the motion of the thick liquid pouring out of its container and suddenly she had an image flash in her head of a thick, veiny cock squirting copious amounts of semen. She was shocked that her mind could think of such vulgar and dirty images. She snapped out of her daze and finished up preparing the meals, set the table and announced dinner was ready. They all sat down at the dinner table and no one said a word as they ate their dinner. The only sound in the house was the TV and the sound of forks and knives clinking against ceramic plates. Janice was going through the motions when she looked over at her Brody for a brief second. Suddenly she could feel his hot breath on her crotch. She snatched her gaze away from him and tried to compose herself but her mind had its own agenda. As she stared at her plate and remembered the sensation of his face in her pussy, her mind replayed those memories so vividly it was as if she could actually feel him doing it. Soon after she felt the same warm, moist feeling on her soft toes as she remembered the sensation of his tongue gliding between her pedicured toes. Then once more the image of a fully erect cock ejaculating flashed through her head. She felt her pussy heat up rapidly as she remembered the bulge in her son’s pants and wondered what his cock would look like if she were to make it nice and hard.

“Uh hmmm.” She cleared her throat in an attempt to stop her thoughts progressing any further. Dinner was over with when she stood up and announced she was going to have a shower.

“Uh, and what about the dishes?” John said in a sarcastic, condescending tone.

“Brody will do them for me, won’t you?” She said as she looked at her son and gave him a wink. That wink must’ve had telekinetic powers because he felt his cock twitch violently as if she had made it do that herself.

“Shh..sure mom.” Brody said in a shaky voice. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened but for some reason he felt compelled to agree to what she had asked although he hated doing dishes. Janice turned and walked off and began ascending the stairs to the bathroom. She smiled at how easy a victory it was for her to get her son to do a chore since she had battled to get him to do anything for the past few years. She got into the bathroom and turned knob for the shower, holding her hand under the stream of water and quickly pulling it back when the cold water touched her hand. She allowed it a few minutes to warm up while she undressed. She took her top and bra off and looked in the mirror. She cupped her breasts and let them drop. She was impressed at how a woman of her age still had perky, large tits which only had very slight sag. They were so perky that they almost looked fake. She turned around and threw her top and bra into the clothes hamper. She then slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants and peeled her soaked yoga pants off along with her thong which clung to her pussy until finally slipping out from between her labia. While bent over she looked over her shoulder in the mirror and looked at herself.

“I’d fuck that.” She said playfully as she noticed how swollen her pussy lips were surrounded by her wide hips and round ass. In the back of her head she thought about what it would feel to have her son kiss her swollen, aching pussy lips. She shook her head and straightened her stance.

“My gosh you are such a filthy whore!” She scolded herself while tossing her pants and underwear into the hamper. The bathroom had become misted with steam as she got into the shower. She stepped forward and felt the warm water cascade over her as she stood under the shower head with her face up toward it. She imagined Brody busting in the bathroom, pinning her against the wall and shoving his cock into her as he groped and fondled her large breasts. Her eyes shot opened as she was taken aback by her thoughts. She was now truly disgusted by her thoughts but somehow could not stop them from occurring when she least expected it. Realizing the shower was an arousing place for her to be in her state, she washed up quickly and turned the knob to shut the water off. She got out of the shower and began drying herself off. Her entire body had entered a highly sensitive state as the simplest things she normal thought nothing off her having an effect on her. The sensation of the towel’s fabric brushing over hard nipples excited her beyond what she was used to. She tried to ignore it and continue drying herself off but as she ran the soft towel between her wet ass cheeks and up her moist pussy lips, she shuddered as the sensations ran through her body. She finally managed to dry herself off and get dressed but there was one place on her body between her things that just wouldn’t get dry, it was permanently wet. She wrapped the towel around her body and left the bathroom headed straight for her bedroom. She got under the covers and tried to sleep as she was feeling feverish only the high temperature wasn’t on her forehead but between her soft, supple thighs. After restless tossing and turning she finally managed to fall asleep.

The next morning Janice woke up in a daze as she noticed her alarm hadn’t gone off. She sat up quickly and grabbed her mobile phone to see how late she was only to notice it stating it was a Saturday. She held her head and laughed at herself realizing how silly she had been the night before.

“You really need to invest in a vibrator.” She giggled as she spoke to herself. She then noticed there was an unread text message on her phone. She tapped the screen and the message opened up which read:

‘Girls night out tonight! No excuses, I’m getting you drunk tonight. You really need to de-stress.’
The message was from her friend Karen, just about one of the only friends she had left as no else was able to put up with her stern nature and bitchy attitude. She began typing her reply giving a reason why she wouldn’t be able to make it but then she stopped and thought about it. She thought about how her life had been over the past few days and realized she needed to let her hair down. She erased the message she had begun typing then started a new one that simply read:

‘Sounds like fun. Pick me up at 8.’

She smiled as she tapped the ‘Send’ option in the dialog box. She sat in bed and thought for a moment about what to wear tonight before standing up and walking toward her wardrobe. It had been so long since she had been out that as she looked through her clothes she realized most of them were just formal, work clothes. She continued flipping through her clothes almost going into a panic when she came across a black dress that she hadn’t worn in at least 7 years. She frowned as she wondered if she could still fit into it. She took it out of the closet and held it low, stepping into and then pulling it up her thighs. She shrugged off the towel she had been wearing as she pulled the dress up but noticed her hands pulling the dress up were met with a lot of resistance when they reached her hips. She tried to roll her hips until the dress finally gave way and slipped over her hips, lucky for her the dress was a mixture of cotton and spandex so it had elasticity on its side. She pulled it up her abdomen and practically had to stuff her tits into it. After finally managing to get it on, she looked in the mirror and sighed. The dress was tight! Tight was an understatement actually, a second skin would be a more accurate description.

“What’s this, whore’s night out?” She heard her husband say as he looked at her dress code while passing the room on his way to the bathroom.

“Well at least someone might pay attention to me in this dress which is something you haven’t done for a while.” She spat back at him. He just smirked and walked away. Janice felt like she was showing way too much skin as the dress’ topline was cut so low, it barely managed to contain her nipples and its bottom was so short, if she bent over her pussy would be in full view. She thought about her husband’s words which stung like a wasp so out of spite she decided to wear the dress anyway. She snaked out of the dress and headed for the bathroom. She ran a warm bath and grabbed her razor knowing her pussy was a jungle of hair right now. She got in the bath and began washing off the pussy residue from the night before and then proceeded shaving it as clean as possible. It had been years since she had shaved, she never felt any reason to since her husband had stopped paying attention to her. After shaving she got out of the bath and dried off. The sensation of the towel running against her now hairless pussy almost drove her insane. In a matter of minutes she managed to get herself right back into the state she was in the night before: disorienting arousal.
She dressed in some shorts and a t-shirt and left the bathroom. As she arrived downstairs, she found only her husband sitting in the living room.

“Where’s Brody?” She asked her John.

“I don’t know.” He said callously, not even turning to look at her. Janice became so infuriated by his attitude she almost punched him right at the side of his head. She held back and let out a long sigh, trying to calm herself as a lady doesn’t resort to violence.

“This marriage will be the death of me.” She said to herself as she turned away and walked up the stairs. She walked into Brody’s room only to find him still sleeping in nothing but boxer shorts with the bed covers pushed onto the floor. He didn’t participate in any sports activities but somehow had a wide, almost athletic build. She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together when she noticed the tent in his pants. ‘It looks thick’ she thought to herself as her eyes poured over his body, drinking in his youthful looks. She had to stop herself as she noticed she was now looking at her son in a perverted way.

“Brody” She called his name sharply like she always did. Brody woke from his sleep to find his mother dressed in a tight yellow t-shirt and blue denim shorts and being a teenage male, he automatically woke up aroused. He followed her toned, smooth legs down to her feet which he marveled at. He noticed her toes now had silver nail polish on them and them back up her legs to her tits which looked as if they were about to tear her top open. The sight of her made his cock twitch. That didn’t go unnoticed by his mother.

“Aww, aren’t we happy to see mommy in the morning.” She said teasingly, gesturing towards his stiff cock. She laughed at her little joke which went completely over Brody’s head as he was still half asleep.

“What is it?” He asked, knowing the only reason she woke him up at 9 in the morning was to order him to do something.

“I need to go shopping.” She stated plainly as she folded her arms in front of her heavy breasts.

“So? What do you need from me?” He asked as he shifted on the bed to a seating position at the edge, he was irritated from being woken up early on a Saturday morning.

“I need you to come with me.” She explained, irritation now evident in her voice as well.

“Why do you need me there? You know I hate shopping with you or anyone for that matter.” He said frankly as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“I’m going shoe shopping. I need a new pair of heels because I’m having a girl’s night out tonight.” She said, waiting for his reaction. Brody stopped all movement when he heard her response. He moved his hands away from his eyes and looked at her feet again and thought long and hard about what that would mean as he noticed her silver nail polish gleaming in the limited sunlight that peered into the room.

“I’m in! Let me get dressed.” He said sharply as he stood up and began putting his pants on. Janice laughed at his sudden enthusiasm but smiled brightly inside at the thought of her being able to get him to agree to almost anything these days. It wasn’t long before they were in the car and on their way to the mall. Once they arrived they began walking around shoe shops which was boring the living daylights out of Brody who had started to wish he hadn’t agreed to come. He tailed his mother until they walked into a shop stocked only with designer high heels of all sorts. They walked around as Janice weighed her options but there were just too many. She walked over to one of the cushion stools and sat down, to which Brody gave her a puzzled look.

“There are way too many choices. So I’m going to sit here and relax while you walk around and chose a few pairs for me.” She said casually as she set her bags down beside her. Brody looked at her in disbelief and was about to protest when she cut him off.

“Now now. I distinctly remember you expressing how you wanted to be my slave. Well this what slaves do.” She said casually, not seeming to care who could hear her. Her words sunk in and Brody made note of her shoe size before walking off hanging his shoulders. Janice began to feel irritated as she sat there waiting for a while when suddenly she saw Brody walking up to her carrying four pairs of high heels. She smiled as she once again felt like she had won this round. He walked up to her and quickly placed the shoes in front of her. Janice leaned back as if nothing were out of the ordinary, lifted her right leg and stretched it out in front of her toward him. He reached out and took her shoe off and as he moved around he could smell the scent of her foot lightly sweating in her leather flat pumps, which sent him from 0 to 90 on the arousal scale real quick. He held the first high heel and gently slipped it onto her foot. It was a maroon, suede, closed shoe. She swung her foot from left to right while looking at it from the top as well as in the mirror to her left.

“I like it, but suede is difficult to clean.