Hello! My name is Marti (or Martiddds as I'm known in the mature erotic model world) and I am a 60 year old granny with natural mature 36DDD big tits. I am very active sexually and thoroughly enjoy posing nude before the camera. I wanted to share my nude and semi-nude pics and vids with you and also my sexploits. And, guess what, my daughter is also my lover and she has her own page here. So, if you like the older ladies with big boobs and a huge sex drive, then hold on - Over 60 Big Tits blog is for YOU!

BE SURE TO VISIT ALL MY PAGES!!!!!

BE SURE TO VISIT ALL THE PAGES OF MY BLOG. JUST LOOK OVER ON THE RIGHT SIDE BAR FOR A LIST: MY HOT VIDEOS, PICTURES, ANIMATED GIF'S, BIO, GLOSSARY, ETC. JUST CLICK ON THE PAGE TITLE AND, VOILA!, YOU ARE THERE!

My Virtual Gangbang - Please Submit Your Tributes!

I haven't emphasized my Virtual Gangbang page in a long time, but I miss all the tributes I used to receive - they are my favorite things to masturbate to. So please visit my Virtual Gangbang page (see link on side bar or use this link: http://over60bigtits.blogspot.com/p/martis-virtual-gangbang-pics-and-vids.html) for how to submit. All it takes is a picture or vid of your hard cock or your cum in front of a picture or vid of me. I will post it, write a hot reply to the post, and will email you a link with hundreds of pictures of me! Simple as that. I need more of these to stroke my clit and suck my nipples to, so please, send me your cock!!!!! (PS, don't forget the disclaimer that you are 18 or over and that you give me permission to post you submission. It's easy!)

A Site With Lots of Pics of Me

I have been posting a lot of pictures of me at www.imagefap.com. You can see them there by clicking on this link: http://www.imagefap.com/organizer/173775/Pictures-of-Me

Now Responding Again to ALL THOUGHTFUL Emails!

Want a personal response from me? Just email me at martiddds@yahoo.com and, as long as your email is sincere, I'll respond. By sincere, I simply mean something that proves to me you enjoy and get off on me and over60bigtits. Just something about a post, a picture, a vid, or how you like to jerk to me, or sincere questions. Sending me a picture of you or your cock will get you replies too, even if you don't say anything. Things not to do: ask me to call you; ask me to cam with you; ask me to meet you; ask me to skype with you; ask me "what's up?". I put a lot of effort in my replies, so please put some effort in your emails.

Michelle's Page

(This page is dedicated to my daughter, Michelle, and her "coming out" sexually.  Both she and I will add to this page.  My writing will be in my usual red color.  Michell's writing will be in gold.)



Since this is my (Michelle's) page, I want to give you my email address for this site:  martisdaughter@yahoo.com  But I want to make something totally clear:  Mom is sometimes too nice and too thoughtful.  If you have mean comments to leave here or to email me, then don't bother because I can hit a delete key in a hurry.  I care about what maybe a half dozen people think about me (Mom, my kids, Phillip, my boss, my Dad).  I want you to enjoy this page as I am enjoying my Mom.  If you don't like it, then go wank somewhere else.

Added October 6, 2013
My Sexual Preference

When I first "came out" with my homosexuality last January with Mom, I wasn't 100% a lesbian.  I still had sex with guys: Daniel, Harry, and, yes, Phillip.  But it has been slowly decreasing in frequency and I'm getting more and more comfortable with the ladies.  I haven't had sex with just a man in months now.  Phillip and I have sex in that we will put on one of Mom's many movies and masturbate separately until we both explode.  And, on occasion, I've had Daniel or Phillip or Harry stick their dick in my pussy, but only when I'm sucking Mom's nipples or eating her pussy.  Their dicks are kinda secondary to what I'm doing to Mom.

Now, don't get me wrong, for the sake of my kids, Phillip and I are staying together, and I still love him.  But I'm just not very interested in having his cock.  And, now that I have Beth AND Mom, I couldn't be happier sexually.  I'm getting addicted to going to the lesbian bar, though, again for my kids, I only do it maybe three times a month, once a week tops.

Having sex with both Mom and Beth is the best sex I've ever had.  Like I think Mom wrote, Beth and I kinda use Mom as a centerpiece of our sex together.  We make love over Mom's bulging tits or dripping pussy.

Who know what tomorrow brings, though - so much as happened in the last year.  But, for now, I consider myself 98% lesbian and 2% straight.  I just feel more comfortable and confident around the ladies!

Added September 30, 2013




Mom thinks too much, explains too much, and so totally understates herself while overstating others.  If it wasn’t for her body and her passion, she’d be an awfully boring cunt.

Guys, I’m serious when I say Mom’s twat has become a fucking fountain of lust juice for her lovers to play in.  It’s like a leaky faucet that drips gold.  There is no way you want it to stop: AND IT DOESN’T!  For hours it goes, leaving those of us between her legs enough fluid to bathe in.

Oh, and she didn’t even mention her orgasms!  They seem to be increasing with the juice flow.  Five, six, seven times on hour or more her pussy convulses and the drip . . . drip . . . drip becomes a drip, drip, drip, drip.  You don’t even have to touch her; just be there and she’ll cum.
I guess it was back in June when we really noticed an increase in her flow.  And that increase not only continued, but increased faster and faster.  It still is.  If she gave me three quarts in a night last week, she’s giving me three and a third this week.  It’s incredible.

Mom’s cunt, and, surprisingly in second place, her tits, have become Beth’s and my playground.  We have sex over Mom, much like Harry and Lacy do.  I understand them better now, now that I have a lover to share Mom with.  She’s not there with us; it’s just her body, and all of that wonderful, wonderful juice.

But, back to Beth, who is watching me and kissing me and massaging me as I write this.  We’re at Mom’s and just had fantastic sex together beneath her dripping cunt.  Still, I want to introduce you to Beth, how we met, and how Mom got involved with us.

I met Beth back in July.  Once, maybe twice a month I would go to the gay and lesbian bar Mom has mentioned here before – usually I would go with Annie.  I won’t say Mom was a legend at the bar, but she was pretty close to it, known for her immense sexuality and how she had turned Annie from a wallflower into a sought-after lover.  To be honest, I think I was recognized more as Mom’s daughter as I was as Michelle.

Anyway, that night at the bar, I was listening to some ladies talk about Mom when someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see this stunning, slim, short blonde standing next to me.  She said something like: “You don’t have to be your mother to be sexy.”  It was the perfect intro.  I invited her to sit next to me and we spent the evening talking about ourselves and forgetting everyone else around us.  When she offered to take me home, I excused myself with Annie – who had already lined up a lover for the night (only Mom has a longer line waiting to fuck her), and found myself at Beth’s apartment.  We had coffee and talked more.  

Other than kiss and hold hands and maybe rub each other’s legs a bit – she has beautiful legs and a fantastic ass with B cup boobs – we mostly talked, learning we each were just interested in a dedicated but separate relationship, me with my family and her because of her disapproving family.  It was our second date when we first had sex.  She was a wonderful sub to my dom and we were both full of excitement and future expectations when it was done.

But this is Mom’s blog, so I’m getting to that.  About our fourth time together, Beth and I talked about past lovers.  We laughed about both having been with Annie – who hasn’t now? – and yet about what a fantastic lover she was.  That’s when I confessed that I had one better than even Annie and that, well, I still see her.  That dampened Beth’s spirit but I assured her it wasn’t exactly what she thought and that I would introduce her to my other female lover soon.

So it was maybe the second week of August when I finally took Beth to Mom’s house to introduce the two.  If you guys haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a schemer and someone who usually gets right to the point – some people sees that as rude while I see it as, well, expeditious, and a little bit fun.  So, yes, I had a plan for that day at Mom’s.  Daniel, who was in on it, took Macy down to Doc’s to hang out by the river leaving Mom, Beth and I alone.

Mom had asked me, as she usually does when I’m with her, what she wanted her to wear.  I put in her in a short, sleeveless yellow sun dress that fastened in a loop behind her neck and showed a little cleavage.  She put on low heels per my request and, of course, no bra.  I loved how just the very edge of her big boobs could be seen on either side of the dress.  As a matter of fact, it was my plan.

Beth and I sat on the couch opposite Mom in one of her reclining chairs that don’t look like reclining chairs.  Mom was very approving and Beth took to her immediately.  Eventually I got a little playful with Beth, rubbing her leg and touching her neck and even kissing her once, planning how I would make things happen.  Mom herself made the perfect set up, though she was unaware of my plans, when she said after I had kissed Beth: “Do I need to sit between the two of you so you will keep your hands off each other?”

I immediately said yes, and, after Mom and settled between us for less than ten seconds, I ran my hand under the side of Mom’s dress and caressed her right tit.

“Michelle!” both Mom and Beth said at just about the same time.

“Remember the other lover I told you about?” I said to Beth then I look at Mom and kissed her neck as I tweaked a hardening nipple.

“You mean it’s Ms. Marti, your mother!” Beth said.  Mom did nothing; she was melting as I knew she would.

Beth watched me fondle Mom for a few seconds.  “That’s kinda wrong and kinda kinky and very hot all at the same time,” she said.

I took that as my cue and quickly unsnapped the loop of the dress behind Mom’s neck and pulled the top down over those big, hanging tits.  Not that I had any doubt, but I was happy to see her nipples long and hard and her areolas wrinkling nicely.  I lifted that right tit and took the nipple in my mouth.

“Those things are as big and gorgeous as I’ve heard, even better,” Beth said.  “And, God, look at her nipples!”

“Take that one,” I urged her nodding my head to Mom’s left breast.  Beth touched Mom’s tit gently and brushed her nipple.  Mom moaned and slid down, giving us better access.

Mom had already gone to “that place.”  I don’t know where it is or how she goes there, but I wish I could and that everybody could.  I think we all have something that keeps us from becoming our ultimate sexual selves.  Mom can.  I don’t know where her heart and mind go, but she can make herself just be a body, a 100% giving body, that says “take me, take all of me, do what you will, have fun with me, and don’t worry for I will love it, too.”  Mom ALWAYS goes there.  ALWAYS!  No shyness, no bashfulness, no worry, no stress, no fear – she can bundle her whole life into a sexual moment.  She does it with all her lovers and that, more than anything, is why she is thought of as the ultimate sexual being that everybody wants to fuck.  She becomes the sex.  She is the sex.  “Do what you want, whatever you want, I’m here just for you!”  Her body screams it as her mind takes a back seat.  Beth saw it as quickly as everybody else does.

“Oh, wow!” was all she said.  Now, excuse me guys, but I think girls pick up on this quicker, though you guys eventually get it, too, once you conquer the mind in your little head.  Imagine a lover that, almost subconsciously, does everything to you or gives everything to you that you could possible want.  That’s Mom.  I saw that even when I was a teenager.

Beth and I sucked Mom’s nipples for several minutes until I said: “Check this out!”  I slipped my right hand under the skirt of her dress and under her panties and put three fingers into her cunt.  When I brought them out, her juices were running down my wrist and the stuff left little strands between my fingers.

“Oh, wow!” she exclaimed again.

“She can get even wetter than Annie!” I said.

“No way!” Beth answered.

“Oh, yeah,” I replied, proud of Mom.  “Come down and let me show you.”  We sunk off the couch to sit on the floor.  I pulled Mom’s crotch toward us so that it hung over the couch then rolled up her skirt and pulled her panties off, her legs rising to help me remove them.

And there we were in a position that has become our favorite position to have sex: sitting side by side between Mom’s spread legs and dripping cunt.  I fingered Mom; Beth fingered her.  I went to the kitchen and got a bowl for Mom to drip into.  Beth and I kissed, fingered Mom some more, stripped to our waists, fondled each other’s tits, licked Mom’s pussy together, all the while the bowl filling with Mom’s juices.

And so the afternoon went.  We rubbed Mom down all over with her own cunt juices, then rubbed each other down as the bowl refilled with Mom’s overactive pussy.  Mom came quite a few times, adding juices more quickly to the bowl, even if all Beth and did was talk about her.  Beth quickly caught on to how Mom likes the talk about her – the separation of her from her body.  The “that pussy,” “that clit,”, “those tits.” “that juice” replacing any hint that there were Mom’s or Marti’s.  I think her lovers separating her body from her mind helps to keep her in that orgasmic place she goes.

Beth and I practically bathed in Mom.  We fingered each other and licked each other underneath Mom’s dripping cunt.  It was awesome.  And Beth said it was the hottest time she’s ever had.

Since then, Mom’s cunt, and, to a lesser extent, her tits have become Beth’s and my playground.  Beth and I have sex together, but it is underneath Mom’s pussy or over her tits where we have our best sex.  Beth is as hooked as I am.

So, guys, Beth has fallen under Mom’s spell just like we all have, even the guys like Harry who thinks he’s in control but really isn’t.
 
Added September 7, 2013

God, it's good to be back on over60bigtits!  Phillip's better, the kids are back in school, I'm beginning to regain some of the 45 pounds I lost, and Mom's incredible recent high have all brought me back to happiness again.  I'm raring to go!  Mom needs help to make over60bigtits the way she wants it and I plan to be a big part in helping her get there.
Mom's and My Tits
This past winter, both Mom and I went on the Weightwatchers diet:  she lost 25 pounds and I lost 20 pounds while her tits went from an H cup to a DDD and mine went from a G cup to a DDD.  As Mom recently wrote, this high she's on (she calls it "tantric or happy hormones") she went back to her H cup while only gaining back 5 pounds!  Lucky bitch.  As for me, when Phillip became so gravely ill, I continued to lose another 20 pounds from worry and hassle dealing with the kids and home all by myself.  (Mom helped us with the mortgage since Phillip was on long term disability), or we would have gone under, so there were money worries, too.  My tits kept shrinking to a small D cup and they drooped way too much for a 37 year old.  Although I liked the way my ass looked with the 40 pounds gone, the rest of me looked a bit pathetic from my usual robustness.  I wanted to regain at least those unexpected 20 pounds I lost and refill my chest bags some (Phillip would prefer it, too).  Mom wants to help me AND she wants to see what her tits will grow to - she wants a K cup to see what it's like to have boobs the same cup size as her erotic heroine, Chloe Vevrier.
So, over the next couple of months, we'll see how big Mom's and my tits become.  She's not going over what she weighed before she lost the 25 pounds and I don't want to gain more than maybe 30.  We'll see!
On Mom's "Ridiculously Wet" Cunt
That "ridiculously wet" description that Lacy gave Mom's pussy is exactly right, though maybe not descriptive enough.  Back when I joined Mom here at over60bigtits in January/February 2013, we both noted that my pussy got wetter than hers, even though she was dripping wet herself; after all, I'm almost exactly 26 years younger than her.  But now that she has these "happy hormones" coursing through her, she makes my cunt look like a dried up prune, even if I can still coat a bed sheet with pussy juice.
The description Mom gave of the flow on her September 6 post (something like "a hole lined with wet sponges") was quite inadequate.  I think the best way to describe it is to describe the results.  If I have her laying on her back, cup my hand, and put my hand under her so that my middle finger fits in her ass crack, I can catch a few tablespoons of the stuff in maybe 5 minutes or so.  If it mostly clear in appearance - though a bit pearlescent - with the consistency of a man's precum, meaning that, when I ram three fingers deep inside that cunt and pull my fingers out, if I slowly separate the fingers I can get strands of it  clinging from finger to finger.  Mom's juices have always smelled and tasted clean and a bit nutty, but I guess with this heavy flow, whatever gives it its odor and flavor is diluted because the taste and smell has become extra mild.  When I fist that wet pussy, cunt juice sprays all about, coating my face.  When I used a strap on to nail that cunt, my hips and belly are covered in the juice spray.  This morning, I actually had her kneel over a measuring cup while I sucked her nipple and rubbed her clit.  After about 20 minutes of that treatment and her having one big orgasm when I cold hear a rapid and steady drip on girl cum into the cup, I took the cup away - a bit over a half cup!  And, God, did we have fun with that half cup: licking it off each other's nipples, taking sips - I even poured some in my pussy and had her lick it out!
As for the sound, I'll just have to make a recording one of these days.  Words would never describe it!  




Added June 29, 2013

Hi guys!

Did you miss me?  I sure missed being on Mom's blog, but I had so much else on my mind and heart, what with Phillip's sickness and all.  I hate to tell you guys this, but in the two or so months intervening, I have lost A LOT of weight and my bust size is even more tied to my weight than Mom's.  I'm down to a 34 D now.  I have been under a lot of stress, obviously, and food was far from my mind.  My tits are no longer the size you see in the pics here - though, at least i think so, my legs are even better.  I'll have to post some new pics, but, for now, here are some as I am posting over on my picture page pics of me 4 months ago when I was a G cup.

Phillip is much better now.  I am still having sex with Mom and with Daniel and Phillip, but I have pretty much given up on Mom's life style, fucking every guy who tests STD negative.  I am more of an introvert and prefer more intimate sex.  We'll see what happens.

Mom and I have been working together on some Virtual videos.  We'll post them soon - I hope you will enjoy them.

As for Mom, she has been thoroughly involved with her newest sexcapade.  I mean, almost on a 24/7 basis, but I'll let her explain that.  But that is why she isn't posting much lately.  Shame on her.

Will write much more soon.

Michelle
 

Added May 3, 2013


In the two months or so since I started fucking guys with Mom,  I have had sex with 4 times as many guys as I had my entire previous 36 years.   If you add the 4 women (Mom, Lacy, Mandy, and Annie) that would make 20 lovers in two months.  I had only had sex with 4 guys in my entire life prior to March, and, of course, one of those is my husband, Phillip.


Am I proud of all those recent “conquests?”  No.  I am appreciative of their attention to me, that’s for sure.  What I am proud of is sharing it with Mom and being her lover, the one she puts above all the rest.  The only one of those 16 guys I have made love to without Mom present is Phillip.  We sometimes put on one of her videos, get burning hot, and fuck each other as we watch her.



One big difference between Mom and I is that I have no desire to have sex with any of these guys without her there as well.  That is part of the excitement and fun.  When I declared myself to be a lesbian, I over-stated.  I do think I am bisexual, but my preference is women, one woman very much in particular.



Since Mom wrote about her new sex life, I felt I had to write about mine.  Let’s face it; my sex life revolves solely around Mom.  Three days a week I’m with her and have been known to stop by her house during my lunch break for a quickie.  There’s the occasional sex between Phillip and I as we watch Mom’s videos.  I enjoy having sex with Mom and another woman and am looking forward to when the five of us can all have a go with each other at the same time – the five of us being Mom, Lacy, Mandy, Annie, and myself.  I will sometimes take part with Mom as she does her men – whether it be one man or twenty.  The one thing Mom is enjoying more and more than I don’t enjoin are the gang bangs which feature a lot of peeing on her.  That’s just not me.  I mean, I love feeding her my pee and love knowing she keeps a jug of it to enjoy on her own, and I’ll even let her pee on me; but I don’t want a bunch of men pissing all over me and in me like she does.  So, if she’s having a piss session, I’m not to be involved.



I am much more of an introvert than Mom, so I like more intimate sex.  We had one short session between Phillip, Daniel, Mom, and me and I LOVED it.  That’s something I want to do much more of and I know everyone else is wanting it, too.  We don’t do it more because it means getting a baby sitter for the kids and I’m very particular with who I’ll leave the kids with, besides Mom and Daniel, of course.  My cousin’s daughter will sit them sometimes, but she’s a college student and not always available.  Then there’s my dad.  Of course he doesn’t know what I’m doing with Mom, but it is still weird to have him babysit the kids so I can go to Mom’s and fuck her and her husband.  How weird is that?

So that’s my update for now.  I’m hoping to begin writing more here at over60bigtits again after the lull from being on vacation and taking care of a sick family.  Hope to hear from you soon!
 


Added April 24, 2013

Michelle's First Gang Bang


(I – Marti – am going to write this for Michelle because she was kind of busy Monday before last and probably didn’t know what all what happening to her.  I know I don’t when I’m getting banged by 6+ guys.  Michelle may comment a bit in this post, though.)

Michelle’s gang bang began at 9:00 am on Monday, April 15th in the sex room at Doc’s house.  There were 5 “amateurs” (meaning non-porn actors) present to fuck her.  There was  Daniel, Matt (the lawyer who lives in the neighborhood), and two guys who came down from the WFMC North fuckfest in Georgia; one of them I’ll call Ermest, he’s the one Michelle called Mr. Married and the one that had the major hots for her that night we had sex with the four guys in Savannah; the second one I’ll name Adam – I mentioned him briefly in a post about my week at the WFMC North – he has perhaps the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.  Adam’s cock is big but not huge at 7 inches long by 6 inches girth, but it has the most wonderful upward curve to it (something I love and wrote about several months ago).  It gets incredibly hard, has a nice big head, drips a lot of precum, blows huge loads, and can shoot cum a good six feet.  He keeps it shaved (which I prefer) and has a nice big set of balls to balance it.  He was there to have his go with Michelle, but he was mostly there for me to play with.  The fifth amateur was the oldest at over 60 – Emerson, Michelle’s and my gynecologist.


Now to list the porn actors who showed up and their cock sizes (length x girth in inches).  There was David and his 8.5 x 7 that can cum 6 or 7 times in an hour; muscular, strong Deke and his 9 x 7 light brown cock; Harry and his 9 x 7 gorgeous dong and his specialty of giving rough deepthroats; Josh, from my “Josh’s Mom” cast and that amazing girth on his 7 x 9 cock; long and lean Robbie with a 12 x 5.5 cock, ridiculous amounts of precum, and enough power in his ejaculations to shoot cum across a room; Rod with his 11 x 7.5 monster and his penchant for reaming out ass holes; and Rafael with the king cock at 13 x 7.5 inches of black wonder.


All in all, then, there were 11 guys there to fuck Michelle, though both Adam and Robbie paid me lots of attention, too.  In the audience, besides me, were Doc, Lacy, and Michelle’s husband (my son-in-law), Phillip.  Part of the idea of this gang bang was for Michelle to experience the things that I do and that meant making your husband a cuckold to watch you have sex with all these other guys.


Michelle and I walked into the room together to the applause of the 11 participants and 2 observers, she and I dressed identically in short, tight, low-cut one-piece white dresses with silver belts and silver heels.  I started the show by kissing her deeply, my tongue chasing hers all around the inside of her mouth, my hands all over her – tits, ass, neck, face, hair.  Our dresses hid our boobs  (not our cleavage) only because of two low buttons and the belt.  I unbuttoned her top button (which was between her tits and her belly button) and that was enough to allow me to push back the fabric to her shoulders, her tits hanging out.



That brought more applause and a few comments such as “Nice rack!”  “Fuck yea!”  “Those are going to be fun!”  I moved away a few steps and let Michelle show off her chest and legs, and my does she know how to show off those gorgeous legs!  (Remember, she used to be a shoe model.)  I came back up to her and proceeded to give her nipples a good suck.  When she began to moan, it was time for the next step.


Michelle has her mother’s tits, and a little extra, so it was time to find out if her tits had the same ability.  It has been some two years ago that the WFMC got me up on the stage in this very room and set 6 guys to work on my tits and nipples and got me lactating big time, squirting everywhere.  Could Michelle do it?  We were sure going to try.  We got her up on the stage, I unbuttoned the second button and pulled the top of the dress over her shoulders and arms leaving her chest fully exposed (but her waist, hips, ass, and pussy covered), and we chained her hands over her head to leave her tits totally accessible.  And just as six guys did it to me 2 years ago, so did six of us go for Michelle’s huge tits:  Josh and Robbie held them out; Harry and Deke massaged them; Lacy and I had the wonderful Teflon forceps that were perfect for masturbating nipples.  And did we ever give her tits and nipples a workout!


Did we get any milk?  Sadly, no.  But, then again, Michelle didn’t have the hyperactive letdown disorder I had when nursing, nor does she take the fenugreek that I take (which is supposed to help with lactation).  That’s the way galactorrhea is: some women have it as a nuisance; some women, like me, can get it through extreme sexual (especially breast and nipple) stimulation; the large majority of women, however, never get it.


But I can report that Michelle now knows the pleasure of orgasm through nipple stimulation alone.  Well, not just nipple stimulation; the eroticism of watching and feeling six people focus on providing your breasts pleasure is amazing and gets you half the wear their.  The feeling in your nipples takes you the rest of the way.  And Michelle’s nipples got bigger than either of us had ever seen them.  Not the 1+ inches mine will get, but, since her nipples are fatter than mine, she probably got the same volume, if not more.


The attempt to milk Michelle lasted about 45 minutes before we moved to the next stage: some 1 on 1 with each guy before the true gang bang started.  I’ll report on the rest of the day in the next post.
 
Added April 15, 2013

Of Daniel and I


As Daniel – Mom’s husband and my stepdad – was involved in my first gang bang, I thought I might need to do a bit of explaining as to our relationship.  Mom’s going to write up the actual gang bang as I was a bit too busy to catch it all.


As I think I’ve mentioned here before, Daniel and I have had a terrific relationship ever since Mom first started dating him and I was trying to find my way through college.  He helped me focus on my education, got me an apartment as my newest college (I had attended several, not knowing what I wanted to do) was away from home, and paid for everything.  He even got me my dog and helped me take care of it.  After I graduated (finally), I asked him why he did it all and he said something I’ll never forget: “At first I did it for love of your Mom, but I ended up doing it because I loved you.”



Daniel was always a gentleman to me and never made me feel uncomfortable.  Hell, I would even flirt with him sometimes and he would let it slide off of him.  I did, however, see how he looked at me when he didn’t think I was watching him.  I saw him look hungrily at my chest and stare at my legs.  It didn’t freak me out or anything, because I checked him out, too.  He’s only 17 years older than I am after all.  Plus, Mom had joked once in front of me about Daniel’s big cock.  He got embarrassed; I got intrigued.  The thing was pretty obvious sometimes if his pants were at all tight.



Still, nothing happened.  No more than the occasional tender hug.  He and Phillip got along great after I got married and remain drinking buddies when a situation arises.  And he is wonderful to my kids – he’s kind of their clown, always joking with them and playing with them – even though he never had kids of his own.



There were times, before Phillip and I got married, when Mom and Daniel would take me on vacation with them.  A few times, I could just hear them fucking in the other room.  I’ll be honest here: I would put my ear to the wall and listen.  Mom’s not much of a moaner, but Daniel is and I would get dripping hot when I heard him, wondering what he was doing to Mom or what she was doing to him.  It fascinated me to hear their sounds of passion, but also made me jealous – of both of them.  I wanted to fuck Mom then and I think that partly manifested itself in making me want to fuck Daniel as a more acceptable surrogate, if you can call your stepfather acceptable.


When Mom and I finally consummated my desires (and hers), Daniel would always leave the house when Mom and I were together.  I think I know him well enough to say it was because he didn’t want me to think he was ogling me.  But, truth be told, I kind of wanted him to see me, and what I was doing to Mom.

Then came the day I first went to Doc’s and the Voyeurs.  I’ve started that story on the Voyeurs page here at over60bigtits, but I need to pull this part out before I revisit it.  When Mom’s nipples were performing their miracles and I knew all eyes were on her, I went and took Daniel’s hand and brought him to the couch near where Mom was.  He had been trying to hide behind one of the big cameras to not be obvious, but I needed him.  I needed him because this world of the Voyeurs was alien to me and I needed to find comfort in someone as Mom slipped farther into their world.  And, I picked Daniel, a man that I loved – not as a lover, but as a terrific friend.  A friend I wanted to turn into a fuck buddy.

Before him, I dropped my top and sat in his lap and let him fondle my tits and suck my nipples as I rubbed his big hard cock through his pants.  We played like that for some time until it was at last time for me to get Mom lactating.  After that, Daniel drifted back into being a Voyeur and watching his wife get fucked in every conceivable way.  But, every now and then, his eyes would stray to me as I stood outside Mom’s fucking circle letting guys feel me up.

The Sunday afterwards, I brought the kids over to Mom’s for lunch, something we do almost every Sunday.  (Phillip was at work.)  After lunch, Mom volunteered to take the kids and the dogs for a walk while I stayed behind, ostensibly to help Daniel clean the kitchen, but in reality to apologize to him for putting him on the spot the Thursday before at Doc’s.  He just smiled at my apology and said he thoroughly enjoyed it and that if I ever needed his assistance in that way again to not hesitate to ask.  I took him by the hands and put his hands on my chest.  I offered them to him again, but only under one circumstance: he must take some photos of me for over69bigtits (since Mom sucks at photography).  He readily agreed and the pictures you see here of me in a small wine-colored dress are the ones he took.  As you will soon see, I even removed my undies and spread my legs for him to photograph.  I called Mom and told her to keep the kids out just a little longer then I pulled out Daniel’s cock and wanked him off all over my tits.

So that’s the lead up to how Daniel fit into my first gang bang.  Let’s just say, we sealed the deal.
 


Added April 10, 2013 

Come Monday, It'll Be Alright


I’m going to have a hard time sleeping tonight.

I finally got some time alone to talk with Mom on the phone.  Though we’ve talked several times a day since I’ve been in Orlando with my kids and she in Georgia with those 41 guys, it has always been with my kids within earshot, so I’ve had to be evasive.  She called at her break earlier this afternoon just as Phillip, the kids and I were about to go to dinner.  Phillip took them down while Mom and I talked.  And things began to blossom.


It started so innocently, really.  All I said was something about wishing I could share more of this sexual life she had come to call her on, that I wanted to experience much of what she experienced to get her to this place.  Mom caught that ball and ran with it, all the way for a touchdown.


She’s planning.  Something big is going to happen Monday – at least big for me.  She says her sexual life blossomed when she started with her gang bangs some 2.5 years ago.  If I wanted to understand her journey, I would have to start there.  I agreed.  Stupid me.  I really don’t think I can handle it.  But it was too late and the cat was out of the bag.


So, come Monday (no offense, Jimmy Buffet), I will have my first gang bang.  Mom plans to invite her favorite porn studs to meet us at Doc’s house.  I know Harry and Deke will be there as will this guy David, the unemployed guy Mom got employed by getting him into the porn industry, the guy Mom calls a “cum fountain.”  She hopes to get Josh and Robby.  And the sixth guy?  Daniel – not  a porn stud himself, but someone she thinks needs to be involved.



And she wants me to know what it is like to be “cuckolded” – if that is a word, so Phillip will be there to watch.


I don’t think I’m ready for this.  I’m just learning to swallow cum, and then only Doc’s.  I’ve never deepthroated a cock in my life.  I’ve never had a guy fuck me in the ass.  I’ve never had more than one lover at a time.



Then again, Mom was thrust into this without preparation those 2+ years ago.  I guess I will understand her much better.

Come Monday.  It’ll be alright.
  

Added March 21, 2013

Mom as My Love Slave

One of my best email friends asked me to write about one of my master/slave days with Mom.  I’ve been trying to do things in chronological order, but I guess that isn’t necessary, unless what happens previously causes something else to happen later.  Our first master/slave day is an adventure that can stand on its own, so, here goes. . . .


It was on the Friday a week after she and I fucked those 4 guys in Savannah and the Friday after my day with her at Doc’s house.  This was to be MY day – all about Michelle and her needs, wants, desires, and fantasies, and I had lots of it planned.  It kinda started the night before.  I wanted to be as polished and glam as I could be in order to play the master, so I took my daughter to one of the best salons in town and we had our hair styled and each got a pedicure and manicure.  My daughter chose green polish with sparkles (it was the Friday before St. Patrick’s after all) while I went with a luxurious wine color.  I didn’t do too much to my hair, just gave it a little more curl and bounce so it still fell over my shoulder and curled along the top of my tits.

I was to be at Mom’s early – 7:00 am.  Daniel was to take the dogs down to Doc’s for the day where he would work on his text book.  (Mom and Daniel got another dog and a friend for Target for Christmas – a cute, though rambunctious terri-poo they names Macy to keep with the chain store theme.  I can’t believe Mom hasn’t mentioned Macy yet here.)  Mom and I would be alone until I was to leave to be with my kids at 5:00 that afternoon.

I arrived all styled up.  I wore the best (meaning most expensive) outfit Mom had bought me: a long silver skirt with a slit on one side most of the way up my thigh), a pair of silver high heels that laced around my ankles, a soft, silky white blouse, and some of Mom’s and my best jewelry: a pearl necklace and matching bracelet, a Gucci watch, and an obsidian ring.  My make-up was as perfect as I could make it with my lips a brilliant wine color to match my nails.  I looked like I was wealthy enough to own a love slave.

When I entered the house I found Mom in the kitchen, on her hands and knees, polishing the wood floor.  She had dressed her part, too:  she wore an old pair of black jeans stained with bleach spots and frayed at the bottom of the legs; an unmatched pair of gray socks and sandlas she usually used to work in the garden; a long-sleeve gray T-shirt.  She wore no make-up and her hair was pulled back and partly covered with a kerchief.  She had taken all the polish off her nails.  Compared to my finery, she looked a mess.  Around her neck was a collar she had bought at a novelty store and attached to the collar was a long chain.

She glanced at me demurely then quickly returned her concentration to the floor.  Dear Mom – she could lose herself in a fantasy, even if it wasn’t her own.  That is part of why she was so good being “Josh’s Mom” – she could turn herself into her character.  I could mention some other times she lost herself in fantasy, but those are her stories.  Let’s just say she was as much into mine as I was.  I bent and picked up the chain until it was taught with her collar then stood before her, my leg exposed through the slit.

“I’ve walked too much today,” I complained.  “Put that nasty towel down and massage my legs for me.”  Not looking me in the face, Mom obeyed, running her hands from my ankle to half way up my thigh.  The fantasy was on and I was raging with desire inside.  My planning for this day and the excitement of getting ready in the morning was about to culminate, and my pussy felt the approaching ecstasy;  drops of wetness already moved slowly down the inside of my thighs.

I made Mom spent several minutes on one leg then the other, enjoying her touch, enjoying the contrast in her character and mine, enjoying how she looked at my legs with clear desire.  Mom had told me recently that even though anticipation is a great build up to sex, it wasn’t sex.  Getting ready to be here was my delicious anticipation, but I was eager to follow her advice and not let it take the place of the acts of sex.  “Come,” I said pulling on her chain.  “I have need of you.”  I made her gather a couple of hard plastic charger plates from the kitchen table and also a magnifying glass they kept in a drawer containing writing utensils, pads, stamps and the like, then led her by the chain up to her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, I saw that she (or probably Daniel) had positioned a couple of the things I wanted for the day:  two full length mirrors facing the bed and a couple of Daniel’s photography lights.  Mom placed the plates and the magnifying glass on the night stand.  I then, promptly, made her sit on the bed near the foot board to which I lashed her hands with a couple of bungee cords.
I stepped back.  “Don’t you dare take your eyes off my chest until I tell you to,” I demanded then slowly, as seductively as I could (which, I’m sure, is less seductive than Mom can do it) I unbuttoned my blouse a slipped my H cup tits out.
I dropped my top to the floor and got on the bed kneeling.  She faced the head of the bed while I faced off to the side, my right tit no more than a foot from her face.  Several times I have watched Mom entice men by flaunting her tits in their faces, her hard nipples and tight areolas close to their mouths and eyes; I was returning the treatment as best I could.  Oh, how I loved the look in her eyes as I toyed with my nipples and areolas, felt myself up, licked my nipples.  I was close enough to feel her breath on the sking of my breasts.  I showed off as best as I could – and she could not touch me.  I turned and faced her, bouncing my boobs in her face.  I turned my back to her and leaned against her so she looked over my shoulder and down at my tits.  How I wished my nipples and areolas were as responsive as hers!  You can bet my nipples were hard and there was some wrinkle to my dark areolas, but they don’t become near as alive or as changing as hers.  And I’m 26 years younger!  Still, it felt wonderful knowing she was staring at mine – forced to and wanting to at the same time.
After maybe 30 minutes of showing my tits to her, I untied her – she still fully dressed.  She had prepared the bed with several extra pillows as I had asked and now I ordered her to arrange them to my liking:  four in the middle of the bed to provide me with something to lean back against; one of the floor by the side of the bed.  I ordered her to move the lights to shine on the bed, turn off all the other lights, and place one of the charger plates on the bed in front of the pillows.  Standing as she knelt on the pillow on the floor, I ordered her to remove my skirt.  As it fell to my feet, my bare, shaved cunt was before her.
I sat on the side of the bed half on the charger plant, leaned against the pillows behind me, and spread my legs.  “Don’t take your eyes from my cunt!” I ordered.  “You need to now the inside of it as well as you know the outside of my tits.”  I reached down and spread the lips of my pussy (which are much more pronounced than Mom’s as you may one day see).  The lights shone upon my spread legs, Mom’s face a foot from my wide open cunt.  I WAS LOVING IT!  After several minutes, I ordered her to take the magnifying glass and study my pussy.  I reveled in her stare as I watched her from my vantage point.  God, I had wanted her to notice me physically for years and now her she was, studying my most intimate part, studying it deeply.
I was soaking wet.  As wet as Mom gets (as has been explained in this blog before – way wetter than most any 60+ year old would ever get), I get wetter.  I could see a small amount of translucent, slighty hazy fluid gathering in the charger plate.  “You spread me,” I ordered.  “Spread e as far as you can!”  She placed her fingers on the inside edges of my pussy lips and pulled me wide.  “That’s it,” I cooed, “look deep inside me.”
I was practically flowing at that point, the plate filling with my juices.  After maybe 20 minutes of her intimate stares into my private parts, I could take it no longer.  It was time for what I had dreamed about and wanted desperately. . . .
I reached down, put my hands behind her head, and pulled her face as deep into my pussy as I could.  If it were possible, I would have crammed her entire head inside me; as it was, her nose, mouth, chin and eyes disappeared inside my soaking wet cunt.
I will stop here for now.  I needed to get this far, though, for it took us to what is one of our four main sexual plays, at least up to now.  When we are engaged sexually, perhaps 10% of  the time, she is at my tits; another 10% she is loving my legs; 30% is in the act I just described, her face somehow buried inside my pussy; the other 50% is all about her amazing tits, nipples, and areolas.
I’ll go into more detail next post about that day, but suffice it to say that, from 8:30 that morning when her face first entered my cunt until 5:00 that afternoon (8.5 hours) her face probably spent 6 hours inside my soaking pussy.  I filled up a couple plates full of pussy juices and made her lap it up like a dog.  Every position I could think of, I put her face up my pussy.  Her hair looked like she had just stepped out of the shower.

Enough, I’m soaking wet now just writing this.  I’m going to masturbate and enjoy what I have found.
Added March 19, 2013 at 12:30 am

Late Night Musings
So it's 12:30 am very early Tuesday morning, March 19th and I am wide awake and anxious for the sun to rise.  I haven't been with Mom sexually since Friday, the day we acted out my master/slave fantasy, and I am excited and horny just thinking about getting my hands on her chest and my tongue playing with her tongue and just the amazing feeling of looking at her body as she looks at mine, and feeling her next to me.  The kids were up later than usual tonight so I didn't get started writing until later than I wanted.  Phillip is at work - he was 3 x 12 hours days, Saturday night through Monday night.
I don't know what Mom and I will do tomorrow except that, first thing, Phillip is going to follow me over there after we drop the kids off.  He gets home are 6:30 in the morning so he will shower and help me get the kids to school before we head over to Mom's.  Then, for the first time, I am going to watch he and Mom have sex.  I want to see if what she says about him is true (as I am sure it is): Mom says he is the most visual guy she knows and that she can make him cum without even touching him, just by showing him her body, up close and personal.
So that got me thinking about why I didn't know that about Phillip already.  As I've said in this blog before, I am an analyzer of people and how and why things happen; not that I'm a pro or right half the time, mind, I just do it because I'm always interested in why's.  Plus the deeper into the night it gets, the more philosophical I become, and my glass of pinot grigio helps, too.
A major confession from me:  until Mom and I became sexually intimate, I NEVER had sex during the day or with lights on.  I mean NEVER.  Surprised after all I've written about at this blog including showing pictures of my body?  Well, it's true.  Mom brought out the inner nynpho and physical extrovert in me.  (And, God, have all your hot comments and emails helped stoke that fire!)  So I've been sitting here analyzing why I went almost my entire sexual life hiding my sex in darkness.
First, as to Phillip: Is it any wonder he is so visual?!?  Married for the better part of 9 years to a woman whose body her hardly ever saw?  About the only time he caught me fully nude and in the light was when I got out of the shower and he happened to be close by (or maybe he made a point of being close by?).  Then along comes Mom.  When they had their illicit affair last summer, seems all she had to do was put her bare breasts, or bare legs, or bare pussy, or bare ass in his face - wht ALL the lights on, of course, that was apparently part of their play - and he would blow cum all over the place.  No wonder I drove him to her.
Now back to why I hid my body in darkness for so long.  I use to blame it on my Dad, Mom's ex, because he is such a fuddy-duddy and is very introverted - he never showed Mom any intimacy in public, never kissed her or held her hand.  So I was just being my father's daughter, right?
Wrong!  At least that is what this late night and glass of wine are telling me.  I hid in darkness, I now think, because inside of me I was still comparing myself to Mom as I had back in my early teens, when all the boys (especially my brother and all his friends) ogled Mom, even wanking to her, and treated me like an ugly little brat.  I grew up thinking Mom was the sexy one and that I was something much less - and no body could tell me different.  I always saw myself as too skinny (when I was young) or too fat (after having my kids).  Even when I was a leg model for shoe ads, it was Mom's legs that got noticed on the tennis courts.
I kept my body in the dark because I felt as was less physically that the one person I held highest in physical esteem (and, as I later realized, in lust) - Mom.
I know it's silly, isn't it.  Mom (and you!) have made me realize how crazy I was to hide my body.  The lights are on, now, and will stay on.  Of course, sex by candlelight is still awfully romantic.
Well, now that that is off my chest, I think I'll try to sleep again - and maybe have wet dreams thinking about the morning - and afternoon when Mom and I are alone.


Brief Note Added March 19, 2013
I just added a long post to the Voyeurs page about my first day with them and Mom.  Well, I posted Part 1 of it at least as it will be a long post when finished.  You can see that post by CLICKING HERE.

Added March 12, 2013

THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED
I do consider the night with the four strange men to be the night everything changed – well, everything changed after they left.  But, first, before I go into that, permit me a moment for self-realization and expression.  Isn’t that part of what blogs are all about?
So, several weeks ago I declared myself a lesbian.  No interest in men’s bodies, men’s attitudes, men’s desires, what men can do sexually for me.  No, not me.  I was into women’s bodies, women’s attitudes, women’s desires, what women can do sexually for me.
Now, I think I can truly say again:  No, not me.
I am really only interested in one woman’s body, one woman’s attitudes, one woman’s desires and what one woman does for me:  MOM! 
I was making this whole fucking thing so complicated when it really wasn’t.  I’ve said it here before:  I literally spent my whole life thinking Mom was the sexiest thing alive.  Everybody around me said it, thought it, showed it – they still do.  That belief is nailed to my psyche.  It is inescapable.  I’m perfectly happy to have sex with a guy as long as Mom is there.  I’m perfectly happy to have sex with a woman as long as Mom is there.  I’m most happy just having sex with Mom.
(I’m a trained medical technician, but I wish had I been a psychologist – I love analyzing people, especially myself.  So soon I will bore you with all the thoughts I have on this I’ve built on those nights when I’m home with the kids, they’re asleep, Phillip’s at work, and Mom is either busy with her sexual escapades or asleep herself.  I’ve already gotten a number of very insightful emails.  Someone’s understanding comes with removal.)
Now to things happening fast.  Friday night after those guys left was the catalyst for it all.  Today (Tuesday) I spent my first day at Doc’s house watching Mom have sex live with some 15 men.  (I have seen many of her videos, but seeing it live is a whole different, more exciting and erotic thing.)  Tomorrow, I’m taking off work because Tim is in town and taking a day off and Mom and I are meeting him in his hotel room.  I want to relive their first night, the night that set Mom on this incredible sexual journey.  Then Friday, when I’m off, we are going to indulge a fantasy of mine – maybe I should even call it a fetish – that I discovered Friday night (again after the guys left).
I’m beginning to understand why Mom kept getting so far behind in her blog posts.  When so much happens, you want to write about it all, but there isn’t time.  So you write about what is freshest in your mind and end up losing the trail of other things you’ve started.  I’m hoping not to do that and I do have time on those nights when I’m alone and the kids are asleep.  I’ll try to keep up, and fill in the gaps.
NOW TO WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT – THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED!
*  *  *  *
(Refer to my post from March 11 to the first half of this story.)
After the 4 guys had essentially gangbanged me (after really gangbanging Mom),I was voraciously horny, hornier than I had ever been.  And it was directed 100%, as it had really been all night, at Mom.  Our first few times together physically, though I was the designated dominant, I was really the student learning how to be with a woman as she taught me.  Since then, my dominance had grown, but directed toward more domination of Mom’s body than delight in making her take mine.
Oh, how things would change.
When the door closed, I pushed her up against it, kissed her hard and deep, and filled my hands with her tits and nipples, working them over roughly.  I pulled her to the bed and pushed her down.  Mom knows to always bring bungee cords (something Harry taught her) so I took two of them and secured her arms above her head to the bedframe.  I then pushed her legs apart and secured her feet with bungees to the foot of the bed.  We both wore our ugly gray panties, the ones that turn almost black when wet, and both our undies were almost completely black at that point.  Those damn undies were part of our prime sexual directive:  no touching each other’s cunts.  I hated them for that.  But, even in my boiling passion, I kept to the directive.
The one thing I can always do is make Mom lactate.  She says the mixture of sexual enjoyment and motherly love makes it come easy whenever I’m at her breasts.  I have learned how to be quick about it and make the spray light or how to make her suffer and make the milk squirt across the room.  (Plus, her nipples and areolas tell me what will happen – they are so easy to read.)  That night, things were quick, her nipples erupted in myriad tiny geysers, shooting maybe six inches from their source in all directions, both going off as always happens – so I’ve been told and so I have witnessed with Mom – when lactation comes from galactorrhea rather than pregnancy.  Usually I would drink deeply, but not this night.  I moved up and knelt over her face, pulling her face into the wetness of my panties, wanting her to smell me, to taste what she could of my wetness.  But that didn’t last long – it wasn’t enough.
I raised myself and removed my panties and did something I had only done a couple of times before:  kneeling over her, my pussy above her, I masturbated myself, hoping to drench her face when I came.  (Something else I got from Mom other than big tits:  I also get very, very wet when having an orgasm, even wetter than she, probably because I am younger.  She says I cum a lot like Lacy, not squirting, but kinda lightly spraying juices in droplets.)  I wanted to wet her down good.  Blast her face with my girl cum.  She held out her tongue in anticipation of it; my mother, wanting to taste and swallow the deep juice of her daughter’s cunt.
That was it.  The heat of extreme passion, the vision of Mom and all those young men falling over themselves to fuck her, her tongue eager to taste and swallow me, and - yes, I’m my mother’s daughter - the incredible feeling of doing something forbidden totally overwhelmed me.
Fuck the directive.  Fuck it deep in the ass.
I put my hand behind her head and jerked her face as deep into my pussy as I could.
She thrashed.  She tried to speak.  She was tied.  She couldn’t do anything.  When the urgency of her thrashing increased, I released her head so she could take a breath, but for no longer.  Back into my sloppy wet pussy her face went.  Still she thrashed.  She was screaming into my pussy, which only felt good to me.  I could imagine her screaming:  “No!  No!  No!  We agreed!  This isn’t right!”
“Yes it is!” I said outright not really knowing what she was trying to say, and pulled her face even tighter into my cunt.
I let her loose to breathe again then covered her face with my pussy as soon as she gulped air.  I gyrated her face into me.  I pushed with my hips into her and pulled her into me with my arms.  Her hips moved from side to side; her shoulders twisted violently.  “This is incest!  This is incest!” I imagined her screaming.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I said and let her grasp air but covered her face with my cunt again before she could actually say a word.
It was a fight, really.  Her will against my need and passion.  It wasn’t a fair fight, what with her all tied up and me incensed with want.  After releasing her several more times for breath, her resistance seemed to stop.  He shoulders relaxed, as did her hips.  I kept the pressure on, only letting her breathe, until I thought the fight over.
I had need of her hands.  My cunt needed her hands.  I untied her arms and she immediately began pounding on my thighs with her fists.  It only made me more violent as well.  I had her to my dripping wet pussy by her hair and let her pound away, keeping my pace of only letting her breathe but never speak.  When she realized beating my thighs was getting her nowhere, she tried pushing me away.  What was she thinking?  Mom never had strong arms (just strong legs, a strong heart, and strong love); I was much stronger and much more livid in my desire.  She pushed and pushed to no avail.  Here, breathe, now eat me; here breathe, now eat me.
Then, something magical happened.  The Night That Everything Changed became The Moment That Everything Changed.  She quit pushing.  She quit resisting.  Her body lost its tenseness.  For a moment, she caressed my thighs then she began lightly stroking them, stroking them like she does when she is admiring them, or as I have seen her stroke guys’ legs when she is giving a blow job.  Acceptance, I thought.  The fight is over.  I won.
Mom signaled as much when she nodded her head up and down like she does when she is getting what she wants.  And I knew that “Mm-mm” sound she was making, the sound that she often made when she was getting what she wanted sexually.
I pulled back, my wet pussy leaving her face making a sound like a wet sneaker on the floor.  She looked up at me.  “Don’t stop,” she said.  “We’re here now, for God’s sake, don’t stop!”
The Moment It All Changed.
“Spread me wide, Mom,” I whispered.  “Spread my cunt as wide as you can, go as deep as you can.  This is what I want, what I’ve always wanted.  Oh God, I love you.”
*  *  *  *
There was about an hour when neither of us moved very much but we both cried a lot.  Right, wrong, whatever.  This was where we were meant to be.  She buried her face in my pussy like a child hugging a teddy bear on a stormy night.  I was afraid to move, afraid that something would change the moment.  Tears poured down my face, bounced on my tits, and landed on the sheet around Mom’s face.  It was hard to discern her tears from my juices, for I came, and came, and came.  So did Mom.
I’m guessing you guys won’t understand that, though maybe I’m wrong.  I won’t try to explain it.  But if I said between the two of us we had 20 orgasms in that hour, my bet is that I would underestimate it.
*  *  *  *
When the tears dried, the passions returned, maybe even stronger.  I’ll write lots more on this feeling of mine later, but I think the heart of what makes Mom so sexy to so many people is how she senses the situation and becomes a part of it.  That night was to be the final ascension of me to dominance and her to submissiveness.  It’s not the she plays along as accepts the inevitable; it’s that she becomes what her partner (or, for her often, partners) want or expect her to become.  And in becoming that, she receives as much sexual satisfaction as her partner.
That is when that blooming fetish I mentioned way back at the beginning of the post took shape.  I untied her feet but took the longest bungee and secured one end around her neck and held onto the other end.  I sat in the chair and pulled her to me.  I ordered her to put my shoes and nylons back on then ordered her to worship my legs.  And did she ever, making me hornier and hornier by the minute.  When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled her face back into my pussy and gyrated into her.  And so it began.  Mom, my love slave.
I’ll go into more detail about that game after we spend a whole day of it Friday.  Leave it for now that we spent hours on it, not settling down until 3:30 in the morning.  But even then, we didn’t sleep.  After ten minutes I asked her if she was asleep.  When she said “no” I got back on top of her face and watched her face disappear as deep inside me as I could make it.  After several more mutual orgasms, we finally went to sleep in exhaustion around 5:00 am.
 *  *  *
I woke up at 9:00 and started crying.  What had I done?  Mom was so adamant about this one physical limit and I forced her past it.  What had I done?
She awoke and put her arm around me, caressing my right breast.  “Don’t cry, Michelle,” she said, kissing my cheek.  “You were right.  You were right.”
“Mom?” I said, turning to face her, looking, I’m sure, like utter shit.
“I’ve been awake for two hours thinking about it,” Mom said.  “I had no right to deny you.  You’re a grown, mature, very beautiful woman.  I had no right.”
“Sure you did,” I said, sniffling.
“No,” she answered kissing me on the lips, parting my mouth with my tongue.  It was almost as if I was with a guy for the first time, worrying about my breath and my hair.  It was a whole new world.  “Never regret last night,” she continued.  “Oh, I do hope I didn’t hurt your perfect thighs when I was hitting them.”  She laughed as tears filled her eyes, too.  (We women will cry, won’t we?)
“No,” I said, trying to laugh, too, but it was a pitiful try.  “You hit like a girl.”
We both did laugh then, honestly laughed.  I took her face in my hands like any lover would caress the one she loves.  “I will never deny you,” she said.  “Never ever again.  As for you,” she continued, looking in my eyes with a look of love I’ve never seen before, “you just need to let me be me.”  She didn’t elaborate; she didn’t need to.  Her directive was hers, not mine.  “You’re the dominant one anyway,” she added, smiling.  “And a damned good one at that!”
We hugged, shared perhaps the longest, deepest kiss I’ve ever had, got dressed, and drove home so I could be there for the kids before Phillip left for work.
That night told me more about my Mom than the previous 36 years – and I loved her more than ever.


Added March 11, 2013
I’m jumping ahead a bit here before finishing up about Mom’s and my first physical day together.  There’s also stuff between there and here to write about.  But what happened this weekend I think is kinda important and I need to write about it before it gets diluted or something.
First, let me just say for now that Mom’s rules of her and my physical intimacies have eased a little, thanks to Harry – and, yes, there’s a story there, too.  She dropped the parts about not being nude about the crotch and about touching others during sex, if there is another around.  So the rules are simpler now:  I’m not to let this take me away from my kids when I would normally be with them and, most importantly sex-wise, we are not to penetrate each other’s pussies, by finger, by tongue, or by toy.
For the last several years, Mom and I would go away shopping for a few days to places like Atlanta, Tampa, or Orlando and we had planned this past weekend to do it again, even before we became sexually intimate.  Since I would have gone whether we were sexual or not, it didn’t break the first rule about being away from the kids.  So, to fit into Phillip’s work schedule, we planned to go to Savannah for last Thursday and Friday nights.
Of course, no shopping was planned.  We would have nice lunches and dinners, dressed to show each other off, then go back to our rooms and have our non-vaginal-insertion sex.  That was just what happened Thursday and through the afternoon Friday.  Friday evening we ate at a really nice restaurant then decided to go to the River Walk area for a drink or two before retiring to our shared passion.
We had dressed to kill, no doubt about it, but it was more to please each other.  I had Mom in a sleeveless top so tight around her tits that it left very little to imagination, though she wore a vest over it as it was a bit chilly.  She wore a long skirt with a thigh-high slit up one side.  She dressed me in, of course, a very short skirt, nylons, and heels and a long sleeve top with a very low neckline.
We were at a high table near the bar in the pub finishing our first drink and about to order our second and last ones when I noticed Mom staring at a guy.  “Do you know him?” I asked.  He looked to be late 20’s or early 30’s.
“No,” Mom replied, “but I think he knows me.  I’ve seen how guys look at me when they recognize me from the internet, and that look is all over him.”  She told me about the times (some mentioned at this blog) when she has randomly run into guys who recognized her.
“I’d love to see him stare at your tits and hear what he says, if he does know you,” I said.
Mom smiled at the guy and made a motion with her head that suggested he was welcome to introduce himself – and he did.
“I guess you saw me staring,” he said as he came up to the table.  “Would your name be Marti by any chance?”
Mom smiled broadly.  “And how did you know?”  she said, being coy.
“I’ve seen your blog,” he said, “and some of your videos on yuvutu.  I really like older women with big . 
“Tits?”  Mom answered for him.  “You can say it in front of us.  It’s OK.”
“Yeah, big tits,” he continued.  “And you are the hottest I’ve ever seen.”  I noticed him having a hard time looking Mom in the eyes instead of at her chest.  She saw it, too, and turned a bit to let a breast show from under the vest.  His attention had gotten her nipples started (it doesn’t take much!) and the tight fabric showed it off, as well as the bumps of her Montgomery glands around her areola.
“And this is my daughter, Michelle,” she said nodding at me.
“THAT daughter!” he said.  “The one who . . .  .”
“Yes, that’s me,” I responded.
“You’re right, Marti, she is gorgeous,” he said.  I blushed as he scoped out my chest and legs.  “Her legs are even better in person than the picture on your blog.”
“I agree completely,” Mom said then added; “Are you here alone?  I saw you talking with some other guys.”
“I’m here with some friends celebrating my buddy’s divorce,” he said.
“That them?” Mom asked nodding towards three other guys.  He nodded.  She made a motion with her finger to invite them over, too.  Three new guys walked toward our table.
“Do you think they recognize me, too?” Mom asked.
“I don’t think so,” he said.
She took out her smart phone.  “Mind if I show them you’ve been looking at porn?” she asked.
“They’ll want to know how I know you so you might as well show them,” he said.  Soon there were two women and four men around our table.
“Your friend knows me from my blog,” Mom said in way of explanation then handed out her phone with over60bigtits on the screen, her big tits displayed.  “My name is Marti and this is my daughter and lover, Michelle.”  That raised some eyebrows!  Mom moved the screen down to the picture of my legs.  “That’s her,” she said nodding in my direction.
After some comments about nice tits and nice legs, we settled in for some small talk not worth mentioning, except that they were locals.  (I won’t give them names like Mom does as I will get confused so I’m going to call them:  Mr. Recognizer for the first guy who came up; Mr. Divorced for the one who was recently divorced; Mr. Third for no good reason except he is the third in this explanation; and Mr. Married, the only one who was married.)  Though Mom did, early in the conversation, tell them that it was OK for them to look at our tits instead of our faces – we didn’t mind one bit.  One thing I did notice; as Mom was the one exuding sexuality, Mr. Recognizer, Mr. Divorced, and Mr. Third paid most attention to her.  Mr. Married, on the other hand, focused his conversation – and his eyes – mostly on me.  It made me a little uneasy.  And, although all four of the guys were nice looking, Mr. Married was the one that was really cute.
Even I could tell that the guys, all except Mr. Married, were hoping for more than just talk or dance that night, and Mom lead them that way.  She would nonchalantly pull back the edges of her vest so that her hard nipples were clearly evident to them all.  Finally, after about 15 minutes, she excused herself and asked me to come to the restroom with her, asking the guys to be sure to wait on us.  I could tell they were going nowhere.
When we were temporarily alone in the ladies room Mom turned to me.  “Tweak my nipples,” she said.
“What?”
“Get them harder, you’re good at it.”  I reached over and took her nipples – already harder and longer than mine ever get – and gave them a good long squeeze.  “Look,” she continued.  “I want to get these guys back to our room and fuck them, but I’ll only do it if you’re OK with it.  You can watch or join in, whatever you like, but I won’t do it if you’re not with me.”
“As long as we have time alone afterwards, I’m good,” I said.  “I think I’d like to watch you do them.”
“It would make me so horny afterwards,” she said.  “You could do anything to me.  I mean anything.”
“Deal then,” I said.  “I’ll watch and learn.”
When we got back to the table, Mom put her hands on her hips, pushing back the vest, her nipples and areolas totally evident.  “If you guys would like, you could meet us back at our hotel room and play all you want with these,” she said, fingering her nipples.  “You are also welcome to go further than that, but you’ll have to bring condoms.  And, if you do bring condoms, as horny as I am, I suggest you bring more than one apiece.”
The looks in their eyes were priceless – I don’t think any of them had ever come across a woman as direct, as sure, as horny as Mom.  All but Mr. Married agreed almost instantly.  We left the pub not sure if we would get three visitors or four and returned to our hotel to wait in the lobby.
They showed up – all four of them – about 10 minutes after us, Mr. Recognizer carrying a bag with a dozen condoms.  We lead them up to our room, Mom removing her vest to let her pointing nipples show, and Mom opened the door, letting us all in before she closed it and entered last.
I remember the time distinctly because I wanted to make sure it was early enough for Mom and I to still have a hot, physically enjoyable night.  The clock by the bed read 9:20.  Remember that time, because it says a lot about Mom.Before I even had a chance to turn around, Mom had taken Mr. Recognizer and Mr. Divorce’s hands and placed them on her tits.  “I think we had enough small talk in the pub,” she said.  The two guys immediately responded by massage her tits and feeling her hard nipples against her top.  Mom shimmied her arms through the strap of the sleeveless top.  “Take them out,” she said and the two guys pulled down her top and let those big, soft tits out, her nipples amazingly hard and areolas very dark and wrinkled.
I looked at the clock:  9:23.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I heard Mr. Third say next to me.  “Fucking awesome tits.”
Mom stopped the two at her tits for long enough to take the top over her head then let them continue as she kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her skirt to let it fall, and pulled down her panties.  I was fully dressed; the four guys were fully dressed; and Mom was totally nude, except for her jewelry.  It was 9:26.
One of the guys’ hand, I don’t remember which, found Mom’s pussy.  “Damn, she’s wet,” I heard.  Mom’s hands went to their crotches and grabbed hold of clearly hard cocks.  She started stripping the guys; they helped, though always keeping one hand on her tits.  Mom and Mr. Recognizer and Mr. Divorced were nude.  It was 9:28.
“Get those condoms on and fuck me, both of you, mouth and pussy” she said.  It took the guys a minute or so to open the condoms and put them on.  Meanwhile, Mom had gotten on the bed crossways, on all fours.  Mr. Recognizer got behind her; Mr. Divorced in front of her.  And in their cocks went.  It was 9:30 and Mom was in a spit roast.
She pushed Mr. Divorced out of her mouth.  “I have another hole that needs filling,” she called to Mr. Third and Mr. Married, who, like me, were staring dumbfounded at Mom at were fully dressed.
“You go,” I heard Mr. Married say to Mr. Third.
“Fuck yeah I will,” Mr. Third said as he undressed.  Mom got Mr. Recognizer to lay beneath her, her tits in his face (he was more than happy to comply) to make room for Mr. Third.  Soon, Mr. Third had his condom on and his cock in Mom’s ass.  The time?  9:34.  In fourteen minutes, Mom had gotten three guys she had never known to strip and triple penetrate her.  God, I was so proud of her.
Mr. Married and I watched for several minutes.  The sight of these guys fucking my Mom, my lover, was getting me incredible hot.  I guess I started mindlessly fondling my breasts.
“I could help with that,” Mr. Married said from behind me.
“What?” I said, not really realizing what I was doing.  “Isn’t Mom hot?”
“Very,” he said.  “So are you.”
I took his hands from behind me and put them on my tits.  “I could watch her for hours,” I said.
“I can’t,” he said, gently fondling my tits through my blouse.  “She – and you – have me so hard I need to either leave or I need for you to fuck me.”
Now THAT got my attention.  “What did you say?”
“Your Mom and your chest have me rock hard.  I need to either leave or I need for you to fuck me.”
“Don’t you want to join them?” I asked pointing to the bed
“I’m more of a one-on-one guy,” he said.  “And you are a heck of a one.”
“So do you want to leave or fuck me?” I asked, finally turning to him.
“Fuck you,” he responded quickly.
I began unbuttoning my blouse.  As there were only three in the low cut thing, it didn’t take long.  I let them out.  “Then fuck me,” I said.
His hands jumped to my bare breasts.  “You are huge!” he said.
“I take after Mom,” I replied.  “Now tell me,” I said touching his cheek.  “What position do you want?”
“You on top so I can play with these,” he said nodding at my tits.  “I have never had some so big and beautiful.”
I dropped my top and began loosening my belt and unbuttoning my skirt.  I soon stood before him, nude except for my very wet undies.  “Your turn,” I said.
He stripped quickly and when his underwear came off, I saw that he wasn’t only the cutest, but that he had by far the biggest cock.  The other guys had nice ones (Mr. Recognizer’s had that upward curve that Mom craves), but Mr. Married’s was VERY long, longer than even Harry (that’s another story), but not as thick as either Harry or Daniel (yes, I’ve seen Daniel’s, in his and Mom's postings, of course).  And, God, was he hard.  That long thing looked breakable it was so hard.  He slipped the condom over his cock, sat low in the room’s large chair, but his feet on the foot stool, and beckoned me to join him.
And I did.  For the first time in my life, I fucked a total stranger.  I stood over him, my pussy dripping from watching Mom, aimed his cock and sat on him, his long, narrow, hard cock going deeper inside me than any man has ever gone.
And it was good.  Damn good. Especially in my heat of watching my mother fuck three strange men.
I guided Mr. Married’s hands to my chest and gently rode him.  I heard one of the other guys – the one in Mom’s mouth at the time, whoever it was, urge Mr. Married to fuck those big tits.  I didn’t move fast on him, but I did grind on him, wanting to feel a cock go so deep.  Poor gut, he tried, he really tried to resist, but it took less than two minutes for him to cum.  He apologized; I told him not to worry about it and to suck and play with my titties.
It was Mr. Divorced who declared he wanted Mom’s ass and that the three of them should switch.  When they did, Mr. Divorce asked Mom if he could get some pictures of the events.  Mom said: “You guys can take all the pics and vids of me you want, and do whatever with them, but no pics or vids of Michelle.”
“Cool!” I heard Mr. Divorce say and call to Mr. Married.  “Take some pics of this with my cell!”
“And mine, too!” said Mr. Third.  Mr. Married got Mr. Divorced’s phone and I got Mr. Third’s.  He took pictures and I took video of Mom getting fucked by three guys.  Eventually, they all came.  Mr. Divorced in Mom’s ass (with his condom on, of course) and the other two while fucking her pussy.
When the three were finished, Mom sat up and practically ordered them to suck her nipples and play with her tits while also asking that they remove their used condoms and save them on the dresser – she liked the smell.  Mr. Divorced and Mr. Third took up the challenge of her tits while Mr. Recognizer took his phone and snapped pictures.  Mom stroked the bare cocks of her tit lovers as they lavished her chest with kisses and squeezes and sucks.  Mr. Recognizer changed places with one of them and they formed a cascading triplet taking care of Mom’s tits.
Mr. Married and I, meanwhile, quit our picture taking and he turned his attention to my tits and pussy, sucking my nipples fervently while massaging my clit softly.  I reached for his cock and found it hard again.  “Fuck me again,” I whispered.  “Any way you want.  Well, in my pussy, anyway.”  (I hadn’t mastered the art of mouth fucking or even tried ass fucking yet.)  “What do you want, baby?” I asked him.  Damn, he was so good-looking, so hung, and so nice.
“Let’s go to the bathroom,” he said.  “I want to fuck you from behind in the mirror.”
We did and he did.  We both enjoyed our reflections.  He watching my tits bounce with each plunge; me watching that long dick disappearing inside me.  He lasted longer this time.  We could hear slapping hips in the bedroom.  At least one of the other guys had gotten hard again and was fucking Mom.
The bathroom fuck was a great fuck lasting seven or eight minutes.  He came loudly with me moaning my agreement.  When we came back to the bedroom, Mom had the other three going.  She was on her back; Mr. Recognizer was deep in her mouth; Mr. Third was in her pussy; Mr. Divorced was fucking her tits.  Again, Mr. Married and watch and took pictures until the other three guys, one by one, filled up their condoms.
And that was when things got even wilder – at least for me!
Mr. Divorced turned to Mr. Married and said:  “Come on, man.  You’re a lot bigger than the rest of us.  Put it down her (meaning Mom’s) throat.  Let’s see it.”
Mr. Married looked at me as if asking permission.  “I want to see it, too,” I said.  He put on a new condom.  Although he was only half-hard since his last orgasm with me in the bathroom, he was still longer than any of the other three.  He slipped his cock in Mom’s mouth, then deeper, and deeper, and all the way in.  His eyes were wide – I’m sure no one had ever taken that long thing all the way down before.  Mom reached around and put her hands on his ass, pulling him into her.  Mr. Recognizer and Mr. Divorced bent over Mom and began roughly sucking her nipples.  I reached into my bag and pulled out a large toy. (Mom and I would sometimes masturbate together with toys, so we each carried one.)  I tossed it to him and he put it up Mom’s pussy.
And there they were.  One guy in Mom’s mouth, two on her tits, and one working a big toy in her pussy.  Mr. Married was a good size for Mom’s throat; long enough to go into her throat but narrow enough to let her breathe.  Eventually, Mom let Mr. Married pull out.  He was already hard!  He plunged back in and began moaning.
“What is it,” Mr. Divorced asked.
Mr. Married replied with stuttering difficulty.  “Her th – th- throat,” he said.  “She – She’s massaging, massaging my c-c-cock with her t-t-throat.  Ahh, fuck.  Never, oh God, never, felt. f-felt any-anything like that.”
Good God was he hard.  And long.  I wanted it inside me.  Thankfully, he did, too.  He pulled out.
“I got to fuck Michelle with this,” he said.
Mom propped up.  “Fuck her on the bed so we can all see,” she said.
He quickly pushed me down on the bed, me looking up.  I could see in his face that he beyond need, beyond horny.  He crashed inside of me.  God, he fucked me hard and I loved it.
“Michelle, Michelle,” I heard Mom’s voice.  “There are three more hard cocks here.  Should I take them or do you want them.”
“I, I want them,” I replied.  “But I want him last.”  I was pointing at Mr. Married.
Mr. Married moved aside and one of the other guys entered me, I don’t know which.  Mom pulled my hands over my head and held them.  “They need to see your tits bounce, Michelle.  Yes, they are all looking at you, enjoying you.  Your perfect legs, your incredible tits, your beautiful face.  They are all watching you – as am I!”
God they fucked me good and hard – each one of them, each finishing in a crashing orgasm between my legs, filling their condoms for a third time that night.  Finally it was Mr. Married’s turn.  It was (forgive me Phillip!) the best fuck I have ever had.  It was hard, relentless.  Sweat poured from him.  For the first time in my life I had an orgasm while being fucked by a man.  He came inside me (well, inside his condom inside of me) with a huge groan of pleasure and collapsed atop me.
I kinda remember Mom emptying their condoms into a glass and taking a deep breath over it as they watched in amazement.  We showed them the door and bid them goodnight, though I hardly remember:  for I was HOT!  I WANTED MOM!  SHE MADE THIS NIGHT AND IT WAS GOOD – DAMN GOOD!When she closed the door, I lost it.  I pressed her against the door, kissing her madly, fondling her tits madly.  In an instant, our roles changed.  With the guys there, she was in control.  Now she was my sub, and I was totally in control of her – except that I was out of control within myself.  Never, NEVER had I been so horny, so hot.  Mom has written here and talked a good bit about losing sexual control and I never really believed such a thing existed.  Until that moment.  SHE WAS MINE!
(More to follow!)


Added March 10, 2013
(Remember, guys, this gold writing is from me, Michelle.)
And just like that, there it was in front of me, the body I had consciously desired to have over the last few years and subconsciously wanted for the last 20.  Mom took things from playfulness to the real deal in a matter of seconds.  For a few seconds, I couldn’t help but think of those 20 years; all the times I knew my brother’s friends were watching Mom through binoculars as she sun bathed and learning that they were masturbating when watching her from the bathroom window, the cum going down with the flush.  I remembered all the remarks I would (“hot body”, “sexy bitch”) hear when I watched her play tennis in her little tennis outfits, the guys around me not knowing I was her daughter.  The times I would ride with her and her bicycle club, her with her tight riding pants and tops, watching how the guys wanted to ride behind her or next to her.  Now here she was, offering it all to me, begging me to take it.
For a little while, all I could do was stare at her magnificent breasts as they dangled freely before my face, looking a bit larger than they had this morning, not understanding what that meant.  Perhaps I am a cup size larger than her when we are at the same weight, but I am built stronger than she is with broader shoulders, a thicker neck, more masculine arms, and broader hips.  Her tits just look bigger on her with her slim feminine shoulders and small arms.  But most of all it was those nipples pointing directly at me.  Granted, I have seen many female nipples in person, but I never knew nipples could be that long and hard – as hard as my pinkie and as long as my pinky from the middle joint up.  They looked darker than this morning, as did her areolas which also did something I had never seen as they were actually raised about the surface of her breast skin – not just the bumps around it but the whole damn thing.  They stared at me as if they wanted nothing more than for me to take them in my hands and mouth.
I looked up at Mom.  She looked down at me, her smile gone, her look more one of intense need, hope, anticipation, and desire for my approval.  Never, NEVER had anyone ever looked at me with such a complete and vivid sexual power.  It was in that look that I realized her sexuality was much more than physical (though indeed that was power enough) – it was a complete devotion to sex.  With Mom, sex would never be a game, would never just be fulfilling a need – it would be an intense and joyful life experience in which two bodies (or in her case many bodies during some of her gangbangs) would be shared, explored, and delighted and each experience would be unforgettable.  Mom does not perform sex, she becomes sex.  Nothing in the world comes between her and her lover once the bridge is crossed.
In the weeks since, I have realized how much my last paragraph is a terrible understatement.
All I just wrote was from the first minute I was with Mom sexually, her above me, her breasts hanging before my eyes.  When I adjusted my eyes from her gaze back to her tits, the wait was over.  I reached out with both hands and took each of my own mother’s breasts into my shaking hands.
My first lesbian encounter was to be with my own mother.
I held her breasts, feeling the weight of them, much heavier than I had expected.  They were so soft, so giving in to my squeezes and caresses, and I thought about the freckles and how they probably came about while teenage boys were ogling her and jacking off to her as she sunbathed.   My eyes and thoughts, however, kept being drawn back to those nipples.  They seemed to keep growing.  Looking back up at her, the mirth from a few short minutes ago had turned into all business – and the business was pleasure.
I took her right breast in both my hands and brought it close to me.  Sticking out my tongue, I brushed it against the nipple’s shaft, from areola to tip.  I pulled back in a moment of surprise!  Yes, it was the longest nipple I had ever seen; yes, it had grown more than I thought a nipple could grow; yes, I had no idea that such a large areola could get so small and heavily wrinkled, but that wasn’t what surprised me most:  I HAD NO IDEA A NIPPLE COULD GET SO HARD!  This thing was as erect as any cock could ever be; it reminded me of a 1 inch section of the old wooden pencils I used to use back in elementary school!
It was time to do more than look.  I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and masturbated her left one between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand.
Added March 8, 2013

When we got to the house, I went to my room to put on what Michelle wanted me to wear while she went into the downstairs guest room to put on what I wanted to see.  I grabbed one of Daniel’s still cameras on the way out of the bedroom – Michelle wanted me to take a few pictures of her once she was dressed.  I settled in on a chair in the great room wearing a wrap-around top that was so tight I thought it would break open every time I breathed in.  On the bottom I had a small pair of shorts over my panties.  I also stopped by the hall closet and grabbed the plastic sheets, blankets, and towels I have talked about using in the living room before.  I was almost sure they would be needed.
Michelle entered looking stunning.  She had on a pair of black heels, sheer black nylon hose, and a cute little anklet that shouted “Look at my legs!”  She wore a very short black skirt and, on top, a silky blue sleeveless blouse that tied around her neck.  It was meant to have a small shirt underneath, but she wore none – the inside of her full breasts as well as the outside curves both showed leaving just the middle 2/3 of her tits hidden.  She stood before me, hands on her hips, allowing my eyes to feast all over her, but especially her legs.
“Like what you see?” she said with that wicked smile that turns the right corner of her lips.
“You are too beautiful and too sexy,” I told her.  “Yes, I love what I see.”
“Well, get that camera working,” she said.  “I need some advertising to show prospective lovers!”
“First help me with this,” I said pointing to the pile of plastic and blankets.  “You never know if we might need it.”  She looked quizzically at me but helped me move the coffee table away from the couch and then drape the couch with plastic and a blanket then cover the area rug with plastic and some chairs in blankets.  “You never know,” I said again and sat on one of the chairs.
She pushed a foot stool near to me and put one of her feet atop it, showing off the very feminine curves of her strong, sturdy legs.  “I saw where your eyes looked most,” she said, smiling that grin that I’ve already talked so much about, a grin that curls mostly the right side of her lips and seems to say: “Yeah, I know what you want – and I’m going to give it to you but in my way and when I am ready to give it to you.”  My camera clicked happily away and in my mind I was thinking about the happy hours I would have drooling over the pictures I was now taking.  Clearly, Michelle remembered a lot of what she had learned over 15 years ago when she used to model shoes; she knew exactly how to pose her legs to make them look their best (of course, they look awesome in bare feet and unposed, but you know how some positions just make a woman’s legs look even sexier).  I took pictures of the front, sides, and back of her legs and with her standing, kneeling, and sitting crossed-leg.  But when she turned and faced away from me and bent down to touch her ankles, I couldn’t take it any longer.
“You are making me really wet,” I said.
“Bet I could get you even wetter,” she replied with that evil smile.  With that she unbuttoned the blouse from around the back of her neck and let the fabric fall to expose the top two-thirds of her huge breasts.  “How about this pose?” she asked, her head back and chest out.
“You’re right, you can get me even wetter,” I said snapping a couple of pictures.
“I’d love a taste,” she responded and dropped the top all together, those huge boobs, still high up her chest compared to mine, topped with broad areolas and penny-diameter nipples sent me over the edge.  I sat the camera aside and walked to her.  I pushed her to the couch and pulled off my shorts leaving just my ugly light gray panties on underneath, the gray panties I wear at the strip club, the ones that turn charcoal gray when wet – and these were nearly black between my legs. 
“See what you have done to me,” I said then, once she was sitting, I got above her kneeling, my knees on either side of her thighs, my chest level with her face.
“I simply can’t take this anymore,” I said then reached around and unsnapped my top, letting the edges open, leaving my breasts exposed to her face, my nipples very hard and very long and my areolas as rough as pine bark.  “I’m your sub lover, take me, and don’t you ever stop.”
And she took me.  And from that point on it has only gotten better, hotter, and I love her more than is imaginable.
(OK, Michelle, the discourse is now yours!)
Hold on guys, for this is MY page now.  All about Mom and me (and some of her friends) is coming up in a hurry!!!!!

Also Added March 4, 2013

Mom needs to quit fucking so much and write more and more quickly here - she's driving me crazy.  I have so much to write about but she won't let me post it until she's finished with this "First Day" thing.  But she will let me write in general terms. . . .
Mom hinted in her post below that I'm the dominant one and that I am REALLY dominant.  With her, yes, I am .  It is so hot - how all those years she was the dominant force in my life - and still is, in a way; she is certainly my sounding board and source of advice.  She's helped me get along with my lesbian lifestyle while I'm still being married to Phillip and taking care of the kids.  It is so erotic, though, that, in this one thing - sex - I am dominant.  Role reversals.  I take what I want from her - within our boundaries - and we both love it.  I push the limit of Mom's boundaries, too, and that's actually very sexy in itself - seeing how close I can come to breaking the rules without breaking the rules.
I have learned how to make Moom lactate whenever and however strong I want her to.  It's almost like her nipples and areolas talk to me - so fucking hot - just like Lacy told me.  As for Lacy, yeah, I've been with her sexually.  She is really, really good - just like Mom says - but she is also a dominant.  I've been with Mandy and her huge tits and Annie (remember her!?!?) and her even bigger tits, and, though they are both primarily subs, they are too young for me.  So, I'm just really happy with what I can do with Mom, for now.
Mom did something really nice for me, too.  i work in the health care field and can pretty much pick how many days a week I want to work.  I've been working Monday - Thursday so Phillip nad I can pay all our bills.  Friday has been the only day Mom and I could be together as Phillip works nights on the weekends (Saturday - Monday nights) and, as Mom and I both agree, our relationship cannot take me away from the kids for a minute more than if Mom and I weren't together.  So Mom (thank you Mom!!!!!) is using some of her money to help with our bills so now I only work Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday and can spend all day Tuesday with Mom.  I am so looking forward to tomorrow and our day together.
Anyway, when Mom gets done with this "First Day" thing I will begin telling you all the things we do.  But for now, here's a picture of my legs.  What do you think - are they as good as Mom suggests?  Oh, and I finally got an email from this site.  I was SO EXCITED.  God, it is hot getting an email from a guy I don't even know talking about sex and Mom.  I loved it!
Michelle


Added March 4, 2013










The Day Michelle and I Became Intimate - Part 2













It didn’t take me long to make up my mind where I felt – no, demanded – the boundaries to be with Michelle.  On the way to lunch before hitting the mall, I told her as I drove the new, small RV I bought Daniel and I so I would have something of my own to play in as we travelled).  “Michelle, we can be intimate, you know, but I just can’t go all the way with you.  It . . . I don’t know . . . wouldn’t feel right and I wonder if it would even be legal to go the last mile.”

“But you said we could go a portion of that mile?” she asked and said.

“Yes, and how far is pretty clear to me – I hope it will be OK for you.”

“Go ahead,” she urged.

“OK, here is where we don’t go,” I replied.  “No touching between the legs and no even being nude between the waist and thighs.  And, in case we ever have a third or fourth or whatever person around us, no touching them together in the groin.  If we keep these boundaries we won’t stray where I don’t want to go.”

She looked a bit disappointed as she pondered my offer.  “What about these?” she said cupping her huge tits.

“I reserve the right to breast feed my own daughter,” I said with a hopeful smile.

Michelle smiled, too.  “And kissing?”

“We kiss already,” I said.  “If we kiss a bit differently now, so what?”

“I love you Mom,” she said.  She rarely said that to me unless I said it first.

“I love you, too,” I replied.

 *  *  *  *
 
Over lunch we talked about what we wanted to buy each other.  She was all about tight tops for me and I was all about heels and short skirts for her.  She was surprised to hear how much I loved her strong legs.  I promised to show her Chloe Vevrier’s site when we got home for hers are the closest legs to Michelle’s than any I know.
We laughed together as we probably have never laughed before.  We were having more fun together than we have had since she was a small child.  We flirted.  We played footsie under the table.  We held hands across the table.  We smiled with teary eyes at each other.  It was a wonderful, WONDERFUL lunch.  We were falling in love beyond where we had ever been.
Shopping was a hoot.  The first stop was a shoe store where I bought her a half dozen pair of sexy heels, some that strapped up her ankle and legs.  I bought her a couple of pair of tight boots.  At the department store the first things we purchased were at least eight short skirts for her.  We took the loot to the RV and she changed.  When she emerged in heels and one of those little skirts, I was so proud and, to be perfectly honest, so horny looking at her.  God, I do love her legs.
Back in the department store, we began buying tops for me and for her.  She surely had a thing for “the tighter the better” for me, leaving my nipples pressing against the material.  I was more into plunging necklines for her, trying to match that taste with something that did not emphasize her short stature (only 5 foot even).  At one point, I was in a dressing room putting on a top that was, of course, very tight, but that wrapped around me to snap on my right waist.  I called to her from the dressing room to come help.  She snapped the top closed, but I took her hands before she withdrew them and, facing the mirror with her behind me, I put her hands on my tits.
“When we get home,” I whispered.  “When we get home.  And by the way,” I continued.  “Have you given any thought as to whether you will be dominant or submissive in your lesbian life?”
She smiled that almost evil and very sexy smile of hers.  “What do you think I will be?” she answered with a question.
“Good!” I replied knowing exactly what she was thinking.  “I definitely prefer to be the submissive so we should go together marvelously,” I said, laughing.  “I will be at your desire.”  (I had no idea just how dominant she was going to be!)
“I love you, Mom,” she said for the second time that day – a new record for her!
On the ride home, we were both giggling in a nervous way.  Something was about to happen that I – and I am  sure her – never dreamed would.  A few minutes and we would be alone.  And, for the first time, alone with the knowledge we wanted each other and had the permission to pursue it.
Me and my daughter.  I was never happier in my whole life.





Added February 23, 2013
God, finally Mom moved on this.  So much has happened since the first day we became intitamte.  She was insistent (or anal as I think) that she take this through that day.  I'm just glad she's almost done so I can take over.
The Day Michelle and I Became Intimate
It was a Wednesday when Michelle and Phillip had a terrible fight that ended in a lasting truce.  It was a Friday morning when Michelle and I became the most intimate of best friends.
It is not unusual for Michelle and I to spend time together on Friday’s.  She works Monday – Thursday and, while the kids are in school, she and I will sometimes go shopping or have lunch or laze by the pool in my development.  That particular Friday, though, was like none other, and changed both our lives forever, and, we think, for the better.
Michelle came over bearing a couple pairs of her son’s pants and her own bathing suit top for me to sew and repair.  Michelle wore the top underneath a sweater (it was winter even in Florida).  I had pinned back her son’s trousers as we made our usual small talk – though I was dying to know how she and Phillip had worked things out.  When it came time for me to mark and pin the bathing suit top, she took off the sweater and held her left arm back, showing how the material around the bra cup had separated showing the bottom outside curve of her left breast.  I pinned it and told her:  “I can’t put that under the sewing machine with you wearing it.”
Looking back, that was what she had waited for.  She took off the top, her H-cup natural boobs propped heavily upon her chest.  “Good Lord, Michelle,” I said.  “You are huge!”  Her nipples were broad, but relaxed.
She looked at my chest (I wore a fairly typical, for me, long sleeve T-shirt with no bra) and smiled:  “You’re one to talk!”
Michelle knows me too well.  I took that as a challenge.  I pulled off my top and stood next to her, her boobs clealy bigger by a cup or two than mine.  “See,” I said, “you are bigger.”
“All of me is bigger,” she replied, which is true, except for her height.  There was a pause as we looked at each other’s chests.  “Mom,” she said breaking the brief silence.  “Do you and Daniel have good sex?”
That question shocked me.  Michelle never – I MEAN NEVER – spoke of sex around me.  There were three answers before me:  “yes,” “no,” and the truth.  I started to say “yes,” but the truth jumped out.  “We have interesting sex,” I replied.
“How so?” she asked.
Oh boy, had I gotten myself in a hole or what.  My eyes went from her huge boobs to her eyes.  “Do you know what cuckolding is?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she replied.  “It’s when a guy likes to watch his woman have sex with other men.  You do that?!?”
I nodded.  “Daniel is a cuckold and I fulfill his fantasy.”
“With other men?”
“Yes,” I replied.  “With a few.”
She smiled when I expected a grimace.  “That’s kinda hot,” she said.  She shifted uneasily.  “How about with other women?”
“Michelle!” I exclaimed.  “What kind of question is that?”
“Have you?” she asked again.
I had to answer because I couldn’t hide the redness in my face.  “Yes,” I whispered.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“I’m a lesbian.”
I was stunned.  “What?” I asked to make sure I had heard aright.  I had.  “Are you sure?”  Yes, she was sure.  “When did you realize this?”  A couple of years ago was her answer.  But she had known it years sooner, though she had denied it.  “And that is why you aren’t interested in sex with Phillip?”
“Yes,” she said.
Who was this woman-child?  Certainly not my conservative, prudish little (big in some ways) Michelle.  “When we argued so bad night before last,” she continued, “eventually Phillip threatened to leave me for another woman.  I asked him who.  He said that, if he had his choice, it would be YOU, my mother!  He tried to hurt me with that, but, instead, he intrigued me with it, even excited me.  ‘Well,’ I told him.  ‘I would have an affair, too.’  When he asked me who, I replied ‘With MY MOTHER!”
My initial reaction was to grab my shirt and put it back over me, but I was too fascinated with thoughts of the beautiful creature before me.  I could feel my nipples begin to harden.
“That was when I confessed to being homosexual,” she continued.  “That we never had sex because I wanted to have sex with a woman, especially my Mom!  And now I hear you sometimes have sex with women!  How hot!”
Michelle stood and began to unbutton her jeans.  “We could, Mom, we could have sex and no one will ever know.  I have always known you were a sex bomb and eventually I learned that you were my obsession.”  Her jeans began to pull back from her hips.  “Can we?  I want you more than I ever wanted anybody.”
He jeans were open; her panties wet.  I reached over and grabbed her hands.  “Wait,” I said.  “You are moving too fast, way too fast.  You, you have to know more about me first.  I’m not the Mom you think I am.  I am dirtier, much dirtier.”
“Good,” she said, but stopped removing her jeans.
“I said I had had sex with a few men for Daniel to watch and enjoy,” I said.  “It wasn’t a few, it has been a few hundred.  Something like 500 in the last couple of years.”
“Mom!”
“Michelle, darling, one of those 500 was Phillip.”  I expected mad, flying, hurt words, but instead I got. . . .
“So it was you.”  Michelle didn’t look at all angry.  “I figured he was getting some somewhere else, back last summer.  He actually became easier to live with, for awhile.”
“You’re not mad at me?”  I asked.
“Well,” she said.  “I’m a little bit, but mainly just because you and he sneaked around on me – not because you fucked him.  Like I said, it made life easier.”
“I felt guilty and called it off,” I said.
“It’s OK, Mom,” she replied.  “You owe me one and, to pay the debt, I want you to begin fucking him again.  Life was good while he was satisfied, and I do like knowing where his dick has been, and that he won’t be getting anybody pregnant.  He’s a good dad always and a good husband when he’s getting laid.  I hope you can keep him that way.  If you do, he’ll let me explore my homo fantasies, including with you.  We could even share you!”
“Slow down again,” I said.  “Let me show you something.”  I stood and walked to my desktop, my boobs still dangling free – as were hers.  My nipples were getting harder and harder and I knew she saw it.  I clicked on my shortcut and up came this website - over60bigtits.  “I’ve chronicled a lot of it here.  And have shown pretty much everything I have,” I said pointing to the screen.  “The depths of it are in here.”  With that, I opened a drawer of the filing cabinet by the desk.  It was filled with 1TB or better external hard drives.  “These are videos of me, me doing things I never thought I would do, things with those 500 guys I mentioned.”
“And the women?” she asked.
“Maybe 20 or 30 women, too,” I responded.  “But mostly just a few.”
“You’ll have to introduce me to them, if they’re hot,” she said looking at the screen.  “Well, those are definitely your tits,” she continued pointing at the screen and looking at my chest.  “May I?”  I pulled back the chair and she sat and began perusing over0bigtits.  “This is so hot!” she said.  “Mom!  I am so proud of you!”
Proud?  Did she say Proud?  I would have thought her to have been horrified and disgusted with me, but she was proud!
I let her look through over60bigtits: writing, pictures, videos, everything.  I went to the sewing machine and began working on her son’s pants.  For the 30 minutes it took me to repair the two pair of little pants, Michelle combed through over60bigtits.  I would look over at her often to see what she was reading – or looking at.  Sometimes it was my picture page, sometimes my video page, sometimes the Virtual Gangbang – but it was the text that seemed to engross her the most.  My time with Annie; my encounters with Lacy; the weekend at Deke’s cabin; the “Josh’s Mom” story.  As I was finishing, she found the posts from a couple of years ago about the Milk Maids.
“Mom!” she shouted.  “Can you really do that?  Can you really lactate?  And actually squirt it across the room?”
“Yes, but not as often now,” I replied.  “But under the right circumstances I can still generate some milk – and in extreme circumstances it can get a little powerful.”
“I would so love to see – and taste! – that,” she said then walked away from the computer to sit next to me by my sewing table.  Her jeans were still unbuttoned and unzipped.  “I know it’s kinda weird,” she said taking my hands – she NEVER took my hands.  “Mom, I may be a lesbian, but I’ve never had lesbian sex.  I want you to be the first!”  She reached for my chest.
“Wait!” I said.  My nipples gave me away.  As she reached, they responded by growing to a length usually only reserved for extreme breast handling – maybe an inch long!  “This is moving too fast.  Michelle, I want to, I really do – I want your body really, really bad – but, but. . . .”
“The incest thing,” she said.  “I don’t care.”
“I do,” I responded.  “Or at least it doesn’t seem right, not yet.”  Tears swelled in her eyes; she was always so emotional – both good and bad emotions.
“But I really want you to be first, Mom, I have wanted it since I realized what, who, I was.”  Her lips quivered.  “I’m a 36-year-old adult.  I’m no child.”
I reached out and wiped a tear from a cheek; there was one on mine, too.  “I think you are the most beautiful, sexiest thing on this planet,” I told her.
“I think the same of you – the very sexiest,” she said, interrupting.
My mind was whirling.  If she wasn’t my daughter, I would have led her to the bed and we would have fucked the day away.  It was hard to say “NO,” so damn hard.  “So we both wish we could have each other sexually,” I said.
“Yes!” she replied.
“Let’s start slow, Michelle,” I said.  “I have an idea.  Let’s get dressed and go shopping – all on me.  You buy me things you would like to see me in and I’ll buy things I would like to see you in.  We’ll come back and model for each other.  That will give us – me, especially – time to think.  I’m not saying NO, Michelle – I’m saying let’s, well, I’m thinking. . . .”
“Thinking what?” she seemed more lively again.
“We go a little way there.  We need boundaries, but we can go a little way there.”  From her eyes I could see she liked the idea as much as I.  “Let’s pretend we are the best of lovers today while we are out.  It’ll be fun.  I’ll be so proud to show you off.”
“And me showing you off,” she said.  “I’m good with that, for now.”
“OK then, let’s go.”
And we did.


Added February 13, 2013

Mom wanted to start this page with the day we each confessed our sexuality to each other.  I disagreed because it all started way before that.  Look, I’m the one who pushed for a physical relationship with my own mother.  Those of you who want to place blame will place it with her, I’m sure, because she is the parent.  But I wanted a full-blown sexual relationship with her.  I wanted Mom to be the first in my lesbian sexual life.  She had the good sense to not let it happen.
Why would a decent-looking, big-breasted 36 year old woman be interested in a sexual relationship with her 62 year old mother, you may ask.  Whether you will or whether you won’t, put yourself in my place for just these few minutes as you  read this.
My first introduction to sex came in conjunction with my Mom and my older brother.  No, no – don’t be perverts, not sexual between them.  Mom would have been in her early 40’s then, slim yet curvy, always tan and sleek.  If I was 13, my brother would have been 17.  On the weekends, there always seemed to be a lot of his buddies at our house (Mom was still married to Dad back then).  We lived on a river and Mom’s favorite thing on the weekends, especially Sunday afternoons, was to pull a lounge chair by the river, put on her bikini (she was about 110 pounds back then) and spend a few hours soaking up rays.  That was when my brother’s buddies would arrive, usually with knapsacks hiding a pair of binoculars.  What the hell did I know – I was 13.  The guys would go upstairs and into my brother’s room, the guest room, or the bathroom in between.  (Mom won’t let me give my brother’s real name so I’ll give him a name I know he would hate if he saw it:  Maurice.  He thinks himself macho, so a French fu-fu name would piss him off.)  Of course, those room’s windows opened to the back where the view looked over the river – or over Mom.
I was too young to know what all the flushes in the toilet meant.  At least until the day when one of Maurice’s friends went into the guest room, thought he closed the door (which didn’t close well), and, looking through binoculars, was stroking his cock.  I had come up the stairs and noticed him then hid and watched.  He stroked for a while then set the binoculars down and shot his load in his free hand.  It was the very first time I saw a guy cum.  He turned and I quickly hid as he went to the bathroom and washed his hands.
Guys, shit.  They had no clue that I could sit in my room, put my little make-up mirror on my window seal and watch them looking at Mom.  I still wonder to this day if Maurice didn’t charge admission.  Mom had no clue that perhaps a hundred or more loads of cum were spewed by 16, 17, or 18 year old guys watching her from the upstairs windows.  But I knew.  I learned that guys liked to look at Mom, would make their pee-pees hard and would make white sauce come out of them.  Shitty way for a young girl to learn about guys.  But it sewed seeds – whatever my Mom was, guys liked her, even really young guys.
Maurice and I went to a private school, so it wasn’t very big, maybe a hundred or so in a graduating class.  By the time I got to 10th grade or so, a legend had passed from Maurice to me.  The story was that Maurice had the hottest Mom at the school so by the time he graduated and I moved up, the legend became mine: Michelle had the hottest Mom in school.
Let me stop here and say that Mom did nothing unusual, nothing to provoke guys watching her from windows and wanking over her body.  She wore a bikini when she sun bathed: no big deal.  She always dressed smartly and wouldn’t be caught dead in something dreary.  Mom always looked good and I was always proud of her.
Mom always tried to tell me that I was beautiful and pushed me pretty hard to try modeling – something she always wanted to do but said her very conservative father (and my very conservative Dad) would never have considered.  But Mom always believed in using what God gave you to use.  She always thought I was better looking and sexier than I ever thought of myself.  She wanted me to do and be what she was not allowed to do and be and her and my Dad fought a lot about that.  I didn’t want the fighting between them, but I loved the dream of being a model.  I sided with Mom.
How I enjoyed those photo opportunities and how good they made me feel about myself.  Dad (and I do love him) is really a dour old fart and would rather me make money washing dishes – honest work.  But when they put expensive shoes on me and took pictures of my legs and feet, I felt like a real Princess.  Thank you, Mom.
By the time I was a senior in high school and my first couple of years in college at the local campus, I was dating regularly.  I noticed how my boyfriends looked at Mom then at me, thinking I was a catch if I was going to look like Mom in 26 years or so.  Sometimes I would go to some of her tennis matches and hear guys – who didn’t know I was her daughter – talk about how hot she was in those little tennis outfits, showing off her legs and chest.
So, you see, from 13 to 21, all I ever heard or saw was how sexy Mom was.  We would go out to eat and I saw men watching her.  Mom was no slut – she dressed nice, maybe a bit provocative, but always tasteful and fit for the place and occasion.  And guys noticed her – always.  Whatever their age, guys noticed her.
And, eventually, with all those years of knowing how guys felt about her, I began to notice her.  She slowly became my reference point for what was sexy.  I tried to emulate her.  I couldn’t.  I began to feel like the boys I dated wanted to visit me more to have a look at Mom that to spend time with me.  I loved her, I thought she was the sexiest thing on the planet, but I also began to loathe her.
Especially when she moved out on Dad, Maurice, and I.  I have learned since that she wanted to leave years before but wouldn’t until I had become my own woman.  I love her for that now – I wish I had loved her for that then.
When Daniel came into our lives, I didn’t like him, thinking about Dad and all.  But he was so good to Mom, made her the queen she deserved to be.  He took me in, too.  I had been paying my way through college with loans and the modeling job.  He sat me down, told me if I really focused and decided what I wanted in life, he would finance it all.  I did and he did.  I asked him why.  He said he made the offer because he loved my Mom; he followed through those 3 years because he loved me.  He’s a great guy and I am happy that Mom has somebody she can love.
OK, I’ve rambled.  I’m not used to writing blogs.  Where was I . . . .
Whatever, after a few detours, what I was trying to lay the groundwork for is that Mom was my first and continuous vision, through the eyes of others then mine, of what was ideally sexy.  And guys?  Well, they were the type to hide in a bedroom and masturbate over my mother lying clueless on a lounge chair enjoying the sun.  So what was my choice?  Beauty or wankers or guys making rude remarks at the tennis court.
I really think I was in my mid 20’s when I became a homosexual.  I didn’t know it, of course, and kept dating, spending useless hours faking orgasms and sucking cocks I had no interest in, thinking one day I would, waiting for it to happen.  But it never did.  Mom was sexy.  Guys were not.  Mom was hot.  Guys were crude.
So I met Phillip, a nice, hard-working, good-looking guy who, like I, wanted a family.  We were good companions, enjoying shows and cooking together.  He loves big tits and I fit that – I wanted stability and he fit that.  He asked me to marry him and I accepted.
I thought motherhood would be the answer to all my unhappiness, not acknowledging the hard truth.  First came my daughter, then my son.  Not born of passion, but of desire to be a parent.  It worked for a long time, and, to be sure, they are the loves of my life.  Mom wrote in an earlier post that she would lay her life down for me, no matter how bratty I was.  And so I would my own children.  They are what makes most of me, why I work to give them the best, why Phillip and I stay married to give them the home they deserve.
But I am a woman as well as a mother and I cannot be truly happy until the woman is happy as well.  I know that now.  I am a lesbian.  Mom is the root to all I hold sexual.  Is there any wonder why I base my idea of sex off of the one whom I have heard, seen, and believed to be the pinnacle of all that is sexy?  I have no clue whether homosexuality is genetic or environmental in origin; all I know is that my Mom was and continues to be held in the highest regard by all around her as the epitome of sex.  It was not of her choosing, but of her body and her manner.  She did not search it out – it found her.  She did not make me a lesbian – that is who I am perhaps because of what I perceived her to be.
Oh, fuck, where am I in this discourse?  Mom is so precise in her writing and I’m all over the fucking place.  I think what I was trying to do is explain how I became a homosexual, why I started a family, why I was so rude to everyone for so long as I hid and forbid my true desires, and why, if ever my Mom weakens and allows it, I would fuck the hell out of her. 
Yeah, it’s taboo, and probably rates as a sin even in satanic circles.  Fuck it. But I’m happy for the game we play and the openness we share.

Added February 12, 2013 - Michelle's Physical Appearance

Michelle will add her own description of herself, and of me, I am sure.  Here's mine of her:  Michelle is 5 feet tall even.  She has full, soft shoulder-length brown hair and dark brown eyes with a hint of Native American about them.  Her teeth are perfect - something she is quite anal about.  Like me, Michelle has been on a diet and has lost 20 pounds, but says she has 25 more to go as of February 2013.  (I had 30 pounds to lose and have lost 25.)  I mention her weight because of the effects on her looks.  I'll give her one least sexy attribute because she will give mine.  Her butt is too wide.  It was wide even when she weighed less than 110 pounds.  But, having said that, her weight also has grown that which most people notice - her huge tits.  (She took after me there, even more than me.)  At the moment, she wears a size 36H bra down from a J cup when she first started her diet.  She has big areolas and broad nipples which aren't as long as mine.  At least to me, the two sexiest things are her smile - which is wicked and sly - and, most especially, her gorgeous, sexy, incredible legs.  When she was in her last year of high school and first couple of years of college, she worked part time at a modelling agency.  She was too short to model clothes, but she did some ads which showed her face (for she is very beautiful) and, more than that, shoe ads because of her small feet and perfect legs.  (That was in the 110 pound days.)  With her weight, her legs aren't the model-like beautiful that they were, but are real-life outrageously sexy; to me, a cross between Katie Couric's and Chloe Vevrier's.  Michelle used to run half-marathon's and you can still see the sleek strength in them.  Beautiful.

OK, Sweetie, your turn.

I can't believe Mom called me anal.  She is the worst.

Anyway, I actually agree with her, my butt is too big.  But I'm convinced my sexiest attribute are my boobs - eveybody looks at them.  I never knew she thought so much of my legs.  I'll use them on her.

As for her, I'll start with the biggest nnegative, though I hate to say it because it is age related.  She always seeems to have a bruise or red splotch on her - of course maybe that's from all the kinky things she's been doing.  As for her sexiest stuff:  she has nice legs, too.  Phillip sure likes them and I've seen guys watch after them.  And, of course, there are her big tits.  The two things that really make her stand out, though are her nipples (which literally stand out) and her attitude - she naturally comes across as being sexy.  But it is her nipples I envy.  They have three states: hard, very hard, and way hard.  Mine just aren't that responsive - or nearly as long when she is aroused, which is most of the time.

Added February 12, 2013
(This is a repost of an update on the main page to explain how Michelle and I came to this stage in our relationship.)
From the title of his post you can tell I am finally healthy in mind, spirit, and body. My foot is completely healed and my shoulder is free from pain. My pussy is back to its usual orgasmic self and I have learned to truly enjoy anal sex. I am totally content with my decision regarding my professional porn future (see last post). I am back to being insatiably horny all the time, but now I have my head on better (remember how out of control I was last summer?) and am more in tune with my sexuality and that of my lovers. I am concentrating much more of my sex on those closest to me and not so much on just doing as many guys (and gals) as possible.
After my recent post about Daniel, my happiness with life may surprise you. Truth is, Daniel and I have decided to stay together and each live the lives we have come to cherish. He is a complete cuckold and is even becoming my sub. He has decided to take a sabbatical from the college to write a text book and can now travel with me and watch me fuck more than he ever has. We are good friends and companions – and we each have the sex that makes us happy.
So why am I so happy now? I have a new best friend, someone very, very special. It is because someone whose love and adoration I have wanted so desperately for so long now gives it to me. It is because someone whose approval I have yearned for over so many years now approves of me. It is because someone who I hid my life from has seen it, approves of it, and rejoices in it. It is because that someone has forgiven me and now encourages me on. I have mentioned her (yes, her) a lot in this blog over the years, but I don’t think I ever gave her a name – on purpose – because it kept her separate from something I was so sure she would disapprove of. But the name I now give her is clear. When she was born, my ex and I argued (like we always did) over what to name her. Neither of us won, so we settled on a compromise. I won’t use her real name (the compromise) but I will use the name I wanted to give her:
Michelle, my daughter!
Remember last summer when I was having sex with Phillip, my son-in-law and Michelle’s husband? So many of you took me to task – and rightly so – for risking so much for a fun fuck. That sin has sat hard on me since. I am free of that now.
Oh, how I had wished I could show Michelle where my life has gone and to discuss it with her, just as we discuss the lives of her children, my grandchildren. How I wanted to cure the anger and sadness she seemed to wear all the time but wouldn’t let me close enough to help.
Now, a big part of my happiness is through her, through my daughter. She was an angry teenager, not rebellious, but distant with a short temper. As I have written here before, as she grew into adulthood, she became a cold person, never showing herself below her beautiful, stern veneer. The second she felt someone getting close to her heart, she would jump away and forbid it. She would cry without ever telling anyone why. She would blow up in anger at the smallest of things. I can understand her not opening up to her mom, but when she married Phillip, I thought she had finally found her soul mate. I was wrong. She wanted Phillip because she wanted a home and children. Home and children gave her meaning, but not peace and happiness. It drove Phillip to me; I should have denied him, I know that now. Eventually I did call it off (thanks in good part to you, my readers, who took me to task on him).
Things got bad again in Michelle and Phillip’s relationship. Michelle hid it from me, but Phillip confided in me. One night, about 4 weeks ago, it boiled over. Michelle called me to come get the kids, which I did. She was red-eyed; Phillip was quiet and clearly angry. It was two days later that I was told what had happened.
The morning after their fight, Michelle and Phillip showed up at my house and seemed to be at peace with each other. They came in, stayed awhile, were nicer to each other than I had seen them since their wedding day some 10 years ago, but didn’t touch or kiss.
The next morning, a Friday, Michelle came over for me to do some sewing on a few pieces of her son’s clothing and on her bathing suit top. (When I grew up, girls learned to sew in Home Economics; what a quaint idea these days.) She arrived wearing jeans, her bathing suit top, and a zip up sweater over the top.
And that morning and into the evening, my life changed so very much. If I had ever thought myself content, if I had ever thought myself happy, if I had ever felt myself at peace before that Friday, those feelings waned in comparison to where I was about to go. Michelle is finally my best friend, which is what I always wanted her to be once she grew to adulthood.
But she is also more than that. She has more power over me than anyone ever has: more than Daniel, more than Harry, more than Lacy, more than Josh or Robbie or Maltese or the three of them combined, more than Doc – more than even me. From the day she was born some 36 years ago until now and until the day I leave this earth, I would lay my life down for her. Even when she was a brat, even when she was rude to me, even when she treated me like I was the biggest thorn in her life –I would have done anything for her.
And now? All she has to do is look at me, and my soul rejoices, my spirit soars. I have someone to talk to now, and she has someone in return. You see, that morning started with her confiding something in me I had never suspected, something she denied for many years and hid that last few once she accepted it. Michelle is a lesbian; no wonder her and Phillip had such a terrible sex life. She then let me in on her deepest fantasy – but I’ll save that for later. I told her I was proud of her for acknowledging who she was and for wanting to be that person, if discreetly because of her kids. And after praising her for opening up what could I do but the same? I told her about all my lovers – and that one of them had been Phillip. I showed her this site. I showed her all the external hard drives that hold all the “Josh’s Mom” videos and the videos of the WFMC and Voyeurs. And, I told her, I have some female lovers, too.
Guess what she said to all that? She was proud of me, too! For being who I wanted to be and for bing so smoking hot! And regarding Phillip- she scolded me not for having sex with him but for doing it behind her back. She was OK with it. He needed a woman’s sex and she had rather he get it from me – I just went about it the wrong way.
Now, about that fantasy of hers. . . . That night they fought so badly, Phillip said he had enough and was going to find himself a real woman. She asked him who. His answer? “Your Mom would be my preference!” She said their argument died then and there and turned their lives around. You know what she told him? “I want to have an affair, too. AND WITH MY MOM AS WELL!” She then confessed her sexual preference and they worked things out and are staying together and giving the kids a good, stable home.
Let me say this now before so many of you scream at me: MICHELLE AND I ARE NOT LOVERS. Have you ever found yourself in a situation with someone where you could say: “under different circumstances, I would be someone’s lover?” That’s how Michelle and I are. If we were not mother and daughter, we would be lovers. I think she is the most beautiful thing in the world and she thinks I’m the hottest thing around. Yes, we talk to each other like lovers (when we’re nowhere near the kids), we caress like lovers, we look at each other like lovers, we tell each other of our desires and sexual exploits with others, we know that when we have sex with another woman, we may wish it to be each other. BUT WE DO NOT ACT ON IT – at least not in the truest sense of the notion. It’s a game we play between each other, and maybe in front of a few interested parties.
Again, let me be clear: her children come first and we never risk their happiness or well-being. We want to spend much more time together than we do, but I will not take her time away from her family. When the kids are close, we are strictly mother and daughter.
Michelle would love to do some of the things I do –especially to have a site like this one; but, she won’t because of her kids. Still, I want her to be able to express herself, so I will be setting up a “Michelle” page here at over60bigtits that both she and I will populate. No, no pictures of her, at least none that would give away her identity.
So, be happy for me or condemn me for daring to play such a game. We are adults and we are not breaking any laws and we are not hiding anything from each other. As a matter of fact, we have never been so open and honest and happy with each other.
So look for Michelle’s page soon and find out how far we go without crossing the taboo and how she blossoms into a true sexual being for the first time in her life – with my help on the who’s and how’s, of course.
She’s the best best friend I’ve ever had – or ever will.


10 comments:

  1. I love this story...and the 'tension' between mother and daughter..

    If I was the Man in your lives...I would want to see you together...I don't think anything would be hotter to Me...

    My thought process is...you're two grown adults - and there is no risk of pregnancy

    J.

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  2. This is Michelle responding for Mom. I agree with you 100%. We are adults and can do what we want. I would, but Mom won't quite go the last step. Thank you so much for your comment.

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  3. I totally agree with J's comment. Hot is not nearly putting it in the right context. I would not only want to see you together but encourage it.

    It's every man's fantancy of having or seeing two woman together and to be a part of it would be simply off the hook. Especially with you two.

    I have followed your Mom's site for awhile now and we've sort had this conversation through her emails, but I'm of the belief that to enjoy and be successful in this life you must love peace and happines (LPH). Some people never find it and we never know where or in what form one will find it. When you find it you have to act on it or it could be the "one" that got away and who knows if you'll ever find it or something similar or even close.

    Your connection with each other goes beyond a mother daughter relationship because of the environment and hurt and troubles you have suffered separately so what's so wrong with seeking comfort in each other (which you always do) but taken to another level which happens to be sexual in nature.

    You are consenting adults,so what's wrong with being friends with benefits. Is it incest or passion. Love knows no boundaries. I think based on your Mom's generation (not a bad thing) it's going to take her a little while to warming up to the idea (like with the anal sex thing) that she can be herself totally and let you in.

    When it happens and I think it will, it's going to be a beautiful thing. Just be yourself. Your legs are tremendous but being a nipple/breast guy would have to see yours before I could pass judgement but a little peek at yours would be helpful,,hint.hint.

    LPH
    California Dreaming (ask your Mom)
    Peace

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  4. like CD,

    I thought your legs were gorgeous.
    And I'm a big tits fan...who isn't on this site?

    Hope all is going well...


    J.

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  5. To CD and J -

    This is Michelle. Thank you for your comments about my legs. I've always tried to show off my boobs when trying to be sexy - but Mom has gotten me thinking to show my legs more - and you guys confirm it! Yes, one of these days soon I'll post a pic of my chest. Mom insists, and she is right, not to put up anything that suggest my identity - for the kids sake.

    CD - I did ask Mom about your emails and she showed them to me. I will apologize for her for not writing back sooner - she is trying to do lots, so hopefully soon. Anyway, you're encouragement is very reassuring. I'm mostly only getting positive comments and emails and it helps when delving into this rather unusual territory, which I love dearly.

    Thanks again,
    Michelle

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  6. Not especially surprised...two irresistible forces....your passion and love for each other...made it impossible to deny E/each other

    I'm happy for the T/two of you.

    Thanks for the details...I thoroughly enjoyed them


    J.

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  7. Thank you J! This is Michelle. I love how you said "make it impossible to deny each other." I think we realized that - it just took me pushing her to take the step. We are both so glad we did!!

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  8. Very nice to hear about your Master/slave play...I'm looking forward to hearing the rest of the story!

    I'm thinking it was intoxicating...


    J.

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  9. Phenomenal story, both you & your mother gorgeous women. Best three way would be mother and daughter try to out do one another on one man is my biggest fantasy

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  10. I really loved the Michelle's Gangbang story, and in particular the session where all of you gave her nipples a good workout. The imagery this conjured up in my mind, really got me SO hot. Michelle is a true Goddess of a woman. Just like her mother. Love you guys!

    Love, Dean (your biggest fan from South Africa)

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