More of the Sun, More for the Son - A Son's Perspective, Part 4

When I got home early from lunch with John, my husband wasn't home yet. My son wasn't there either, probably at his friend's house. I decided to relax in a hot bath, reflecting on everything that happened to me today. As I sorted through all the memories, I felt my hand slip between my legs where it became evident how aroused I?d become from everything I was made to do.As I lay in the warm water, lathering my body with soap as I ran my hands and fingers over all of my intimate areas, I pulled my feet up, pushed my knees out, opening myself as my hand slid further between my legs. I'm slowly sliding my fingers over my smooth mound, occasionally letting a finger slip between my lips as I drag it up over my clit.My mind started working backwards through everything John made me do today...the humiliating way he made me give him oral sex, exposing me in the parking garage, whoring me out to those two young men. Then I thought back through my meeting with Anthony and the things he made me do. The way he made me interact with Megan, remembering what her touch felt like, what she tasted like, what she felt like against my lips.And then my mind went back to John, and this power I've given him over me. I remember every detail of how he walked into my office, sat down in front of me, exposed himself and only said, "Suck," and that was all it took for me to disregard all of my better judgement and let him use my body right there in my office. And then my mind went back to the beginning, what started all of this. Remembering the shower in the cabin, the feeling of his body stepping in behind mine, his hands, his words. I felt myself slide my hand deeper between my legs, my middle finger moving past my pussy, sliding between the cheeks of my ass to gently tickle and press against the little star opening of my ass. I continued to tease myself as I looked up at the glass shower enclosure in the corner of my bathroom and knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to go back to that moment, I wanted to feel that night in the shower again.I pushed up out of my tub and wrapped the towel around myself. I went into my bedroom, to my closet, to my special box I have hidden in the back. In it, I found my lifelike toy, eight inches long, with a suction cup on the bottom. I took it back into the bathroom with me and started the shower running. Dropping my towel, I stepped in and closed the almanbahis şikayet door. After a moment of experimenting, I found just the right height and suctioned the dildo to the glass wall. As the hot water sprayed down across my back, I reached for the bar of soap, sliding it down the crack of my ass, then back over the head and shaft of my "John". I took it in my hand, stroking it a few times as if it were real, before arching my back and lining the tip up with my opening. I brought both of my hands up above my head to the wall in front of me as I slowly applied pressure back, feeling it start to open me. My rational thoughts were to go slow and allow my body to adjust as it penetrated me, but I wasn't thinking rational thoughts. I was in a place of fantasy and lust and I wanted to feel taken and submissive. I took a few deep breaths as the tip was penetrating me and then in one motion, I pushed back and impaled myself on its full length. I moaned as the fake balls pressed against the lips of my pussy, fighting to hold myself there as my ass adjusted to this intrusion. As I began to relax, I started to move, stroking it in and out of me. Soon I was fully fucking myself as I kept my hands pinned high on the wall, my eyes closed, putting myself back in the moment with John in the shower. I was lost in the moment as I actually heard myself say out loud, "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, cum in my ass!" I continued this motion a few more seconds and suddenly an orgasm rippled through my body. I let out a guttural moan as I pushed back, driving it as deep as I could.As my body stopped shaking, I slowly moved forward, feeling it slip from inside of me, as I leaned against the wall in front of me, aftershocks still sending shivers through my body. I couldn't believe I just came. I never imagined I could get that from anal penetration, but I just came with nothing more than my thoughts and being fucked in the ass.My God, what has John turned me into? Or maybe the more appropriate question is, what has John unleashed that's always been inside of me?I got out of the shower, put my little friend away and touched up my makeup and hair. I was starting to feel a slight return to normal, getting that out of my system for the moment. I slipped on a pair of black leggings and a soft, cropped sweatshirt and headed downstairs to start dinner.It was almost 6 pm when my husband almanbahis canlı casino got home. He came into the kitchen as I was cooking, making small talk about his day. He stepped in behind me, put an arm around me and slid his hand up under my sweatshirt to squeeze one of my naked breasts as he asked, "And how was your day?"Luckily he couldn't see the expression on my face as my mind immediately flashed the image of my dress open in the back seat of John's car as I stroked a stranger. I just replied, "Oh, you know, just another glamorous day in the world of copiers and office supplies."He continued to give my breasts a little more attention as we heard the front door open and my son was home. He gave one more squeeze as he whispered before walking away, "How about tonight, maybe you give me a little squeeze?"I chuckled to myself and said, "Maybe, we'll see."I stood there thinking about the exchange I just had with my husband. Why did I feel so different with him? What is different about John or Anthony? My husband asks me to give him a handjob and my response is "maybe". But John or Anthony tell me to do the most taboo or explicit act and I immediately comply.That's what it is... if my husband would have pushed me to my knees and drove himself into my mouth, I would have taken him without protest and swallowed every drop. If he would have spun me around, looked intensely into my eyes, and said, "Strip, bend over the table, and beg me to fuck you," I'd be facedown, pleading with him to take me in an instant. But he doesn't take that strong position with me, so my response is a "maybe". He's not pushing my buttons the way John and Anthony do.We just finished eating as I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at my husband and said, "Rob, why don't you get that while Tommy and I clean off the table?"My reluctant 17-year-old wasn't thrilled about putting his phone down and cleaning up plates, but he's a good boy and did his part.I could hear my husband talking and laughing as he was walking back into the kitchen with someone. I wondered who it was when I heard high heels clicking on the wood floor.I looked up and to my surprise, Megan was standing there with my husband.She was wearing a charcoal grey, button-up dress that she had unbuttoned to the middle of her cleavage, clearly with no bra. The hem was very short and the opening at the bottom just almanbahis casino stopped at the bottom button, barely covering her as she walked. She was not wearing nylons and had black high heels on, and if I know her, she wasn?t wearing panties.I could tell my husband is taken by her, he was acting very friendly and slightly nervous in her presence. He looked at me and asked, "Did you know this is John's niece?"I tried my best to hide all of the emotions and thoughts running through me at that moment as I smiled and said, "Yes, I did just recently find that out." And I looked at her with a smile as she returned an ornery grin.I then, as politely as possible asked, "And why are you here, Megan?"I didn't like that she showed up at my house after everything that had just recently happened with her. It's just too close to home. I'm fearful things will get exposed.She replied, "Mr. Scari had some papers he wanted me to drop off for you to look over, and you forgot your jacket the other day in our coat room after your meeting, so I brought it as well."As she was talking, I could see my husband looking her over, up and down her body, and I think looking down inside of the top of her dress. And my hormonal son was no better, leaning in from the living room to check her out.She then continued, "Is there somewhere we could go sit down privately for a moment so I can point a few things out on this contract?""Yes, down the hall, we can go into my home office."I led her down the hallway and opened the door to my office. As soon as we stepped in, I shut the door behind me, all acting was dismissed as I looked at her and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"She just smiled and replied, "I told you, I had to drop off some papers and I brought your jacket back. You're welcome. And there's nothing out of the ordinary for a CEO's personal assistant to run some errands for him."As she was speaking, she took her phone out and dialed a number, then brought it up to her ear. Then I heard, "Yes, she's right here." And she extended the phone to me.I brought it to my ear and said, "Hello?"And I heard Anthony's voice say, "Hello Elizabeth. So good to hear your voice. I had Megan stop by to bring you a few things, and I'll be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you after I spoke with John this afternoon and heard about your day. Quite amusing I must say. Anyway, it made me want to see your beautiful body again so I told Megan to get a few pictures for me while she's there. You should think of her as an extension of me right now, so whatever she says to do, your response should be the same as it would be with me. Understand?"