My Life as Mom Ch. 01

Franks cock began to soften as it slid out of my mouth and at the same time he release his grip on me. I looked up at him and he laid there looking so relaxed as his breathing began to slow. He didn't really give me a look, but instead seemed to close his eyes and pass out. I sat up and looked at him lying there asleep with my tits still exposed, cum dripping from my chin, and left with the thought that not only had I just sucked a dick to completion, I sucked Frank's dick. I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to clean my face off. As soon as I turned the light on I could see my face in the mirror staring back at me. Cum still clung to my chin as I looked at what I had become; my breasts naked in the light.

Everything had happened so fast that I did not notice this wetness in my panties. I had almost a tingling sensation down there, but didn't realize it till this moment. Did I actually enjoy what just happened? I reached down and slid a hand into my panties. It felt so different not having a penis, but as soon as I touch my pussy, I almost didn't miss it. It was so wet and as I separated lips up my vagina I couldn't help but feel a hunger as if I needed it filled. I began rubbing a finger around her which sent sensations up my spine. At one point I slid a finger up inside of me and it did nothing but make me want something more. I couldn't believe how good it felt touching myself that I began to rub faster and faster in a rhythm. I cupped a breast with my other hand and started to sway him hips back and forth.

Suddenly this wave of pleasure shot through my body and I had to lean against the bathroom sink as it finished. I had never felt anything like it before, but soon after I heard Frank stir in bed. I was hoping he didn't hear me as I didn't want to wake him up. I found that I had to change my panties as they were totally soaked. I managed to get my bra and top back on as well and laid back down in the bed. I couldn't believe everything that happened and just could not look at Frank. Everything was so crazy, just yesterday I was a guy going to college and now I'm a married woman who apparently likes to suck cock. I curled up and fell asleep trying to wrap my mind around all of this.

The next morning I was up once again before Frank to make his breakfast. It wasn't perfect, but I did a little better on the bacon and eggs. I was standing at the stove when I felt a hand gently caress my ass, followed by a kiss on my neck. I got goosebumps to his touch. I couldn't believe what was happening, I mean how could I be responding this way, especially to Frank. What I also noticed is that my panties were getting moist...OMG was I really getting turned on? Is this feminine body betraying me or was I really getting sexually excited about Frank?

"Good morning my little cocksucker." He whispered, slapping me on the ass.

I jumped a bit with the ass slap, then he went to the kitchen table and sat down to read the morning newspaper. I finished the food and sat his plate down in front of him. As I sat across from him once again I couldn't help but get nervous that he was not like his food. This time however, he seemed in such a better mood. He read through the paper and ate his food without any complaints. He even told me that it was better than yesterday. He stood up to get ready to leave and my eyes immediately zeroed in on his crotch. I was amazed on how his bulge looked in his jeans and when he turned to leave the room I found his ass to be quite something as well. I shook my head in disbelief as I couldn't believe what I just had that thought.

Frank left without saying as much as a goodbye and I commenced on cleaning up breakfast. After that I got cleaned up for the day and found another pretty dress in the closet to wear. This time it was a black and white polka dotted one. I had remembered it was trash day and managed to lug the trash bag outside to the can. I noticed how much heavier it was compared to when I used to take the trash out before. I also found that I was not quite stable enough in heels to try to attempt to carry the can to the edge of the road. In my struggle, our neighbor Charlie took notice and came over to help.

"Let me help." he said as he lifted the can with relative ease. The muscles in his arms flexed proudly in the cut of shirt he was wearing.

Again I found myself staring at a man so differently than I had ever thought possible. I was also amazed at how easily he was able to lift such a heavy object, that I felt very meek in comparison. I watched him all the way down the driveway in his cutoff shirt and shorts, until he set down the trashcan at the end of it. He turned around to come back up the driveway. I dropped my gaze not realizing that I was staring, hoping he didn't catch me staring at him.

"Thank you Charlie, I appreciate the help." I said pretending that I wasn't just gawking at him.

"No problem Mrs. Devins." he said as he walking up to me.

Charlie was in his mid-twenties and the son of our neighbors next door. He was older than me and in a way was like an older brother figure for me. He played football in high school and seemed to always have a new girl on his arm constantly. Every now and again I would see him out back in his parent's hot tub with some bikini clad girl. She would be kissing all over him not knowing that a few nights earlier he was doing the same thing with another girl. There were times I wished I could be more like him because I never managed to be smooth with the girls. Now he worked for his dad and lived at home for the moment. He and I would play catch in the backyard from time to time and he would tell me about how to get girls and things, but I never really was able to follow up on his advice.

Now I stood there in front of him as a girl. He initiated a bit of small talk asking me about my plans for the day. I couldn't help but notice in our conversation that his eyes would shoot down to my chest then back up to my face. Then it dawned on me, he was looking at my breasts. I folded my arms over my chest feeling bit uncomfortable. Still I found it flattering that he was looking at me like he was, which was another surprise to me. It was a feeling that I had inside telling me I had an attraction to him. My mind on the other hand was fighting this feeling because I had never looked at men this way before, let alone Charlie.

We chatted for a couple of minutes before he was off to work. I went back into the house and tried to figure out what to do next. The housework was pretty much done and now I had time to sit and relax. I sat down on the couch and begin to think about all I the things that had transpired over the last few days. The biggest thing on my mind was that I gave Frank a blowjob last night, and as much as I was trying to deny it, I actually enjoyed it. Everything was quiet and peaceful for a change. Soon I began to doze off and fell asleep on the couch. I awoke several hours later realizing the time and began to make dinner. Frank would be home soon and I did not want to disappoint him. Once dinner was made I noticed that Frank had not shown up at the usual time. I waited for him to get home but he did not arrive. He used to do this to mom on occasion as well so I did what she would always do and make him a plate and put it in the refrigerator for him.

I decided to head to bed instead of waiting up for him, I figured he would be home when he got home. I found one of mom's silky night gowns in the closet. It was black with spaghetti straps, and it hung all the way to the floor. I found that no bra was necessary for this gown so I took it off. Once I had the nightgown on it felt so smooth on my skin. I couldn't believe how great it felt as I ran my hands up and down my body. I climbed into the bed and laid there for a few minutes enjoying the comfort of the gown and the warmth of the blankets. My eyes began to get heavy and soon I was fast asleep.

I was awoken later that night to Frank who was now on top of me. My panties were down, only left hanging from one ankle, my night gown was pulled up, and my legs were spread open. I could smell the whiskey on Frank's breath as he lowered himself onto me. I began to panic when I felt his cock head touch around the opening of my vagina.

"No Frank! Get off of me!" I exclaimed as he put his weight down on me.

Even though I had told him to stop and began to push him off of me, he put all of his weight onto me and began kissing around on my neck and groping my breasts. He was too heavy and too strong for me to push him away I felt his hands slip under my butt. He lifted me slightly as to bring me into position and suddenly I felt the pressure of his dick. He began to try and push it into me, but I was not ready for him. I was so scared. I didn't know how it would feel nor did I want him to do this to me, but it was no use, he was going get what he wanted. I felt the head of his dick pushing against me, as the lips of my pussy spread. He kept pushing, but I was still dry and he was so big that he felt resistance. This did not stop him in the slightest, and with a final thrust he entered me.

I let out a painful sounding moan as he continued to force himself deeper. Soon I could feel his balls against me and I knew that he was all the way in. I continued to try and push him off, but Frank was way too strong for me and my little frame. My pussy was beginning to moisten for him and his cock was sliding easier now. He continued to ignore my protests to stop and now I had come to the realization that Frank was fucking me. I could hear our bodies slapping together in a rhythmic fashion making an almost popping sound every time he slammed it into me. My legs were spread wide open for him and all I could do was wrap my arms around him and hang on until he was finished. I felt ashamed for being so powerless to stop him and now I was just holding my legs open, allowing him to fuck me.

I felt a tear run down my cheek as Frank kissed on my neck still pumping away on me. My pussy swallowed his large cock over and over and now she was dripping wet. I could see down Frank's back to catch a glimpse of his ass moving up and down between my legs. A sudden wave of pleasure began to build inside of me and now I was moaning uncontrollably with every thrust he gave me. My toes curled and my pussy exploded its juices all over his cock. I could feel it running down the crack of my ass and now Frank was pounding me harder than ever. I could feel his dick grow larger and suddenly he began to moan himself. He gripped me tighter and really drove it home and then I knew what was happening, he was cumming inside of me. Frank was giving me his seed and all I could do was receive it.

Once he finished, he collapsed on top of me for a moment. His dick began to soften inside of me and then it slowly fell out. His semen began to leak out of my vagina, running right down onto the sheets. He was still breathing heavy with all of his body weight now on me.

"Good girl baby, good girl. That pussy was good tonight." he said rolling off of me and onto his side of the bed.

I just laid there in shock of what just happened. Was I just raped? Did I enjoy it? OMG could I get pregnant? Frank was now fast asleep, his naked ass visible as he began to snore. I got up, recovering my panties from my ankle and made my way to the bathroom. It felt so gross between my legs and apparently now I had to pee. It was still so strange to me to sit down to pee but I had started getting used to it. After I was done I cleaned my vagina the best I could and slid my panties back on. My silk nightgown flowed down to the floor as I walked back into the bedroom.

Frank's naked body was still exposed and I could not help but stare at him. I was mesmerized at his beautiful masculine form. He was a handsome man and something in my mind was triggering a need to take in the sight before me. I couldn't believe myself, I mean this is the guy I have always despised, he just practically raped me, and I can't stop staring at his naked body. Maybe it was because I had not really ever seen a man in this fashion before, I had never really given it any thought how attractive men can be. I shook my head, trying to fight these thoughts. I covered Frank up and made my way back into bed. I just laid there feeling used and violated, but what could I do, I guess technically he is my husband.

The next morning I woke up and made my way back into the kitchen. Now I knew why mom would sometimes walked around the way she did after I would hear her and Frank at night. My vagina was so sore, I almost wanted to cry. He really pounded it hard last night almost as if it were just some object to be used. It seemed he didn't care to whether or not it hurt me, he just wanted to fuck me, and fuck me he did. It wasn't long and Frank was up and moving. He came in and as usual began fondling my ass and tits while he kissed on me. My distaste for him, although great, was not enough to outweigh my body's attraction to him. My pussy would get wet for him every time it seemed and there was nothing I could do to deny it.

His rough hands would cupping my breasts and his soft kisses on my neck began to really stir a fire inside me that I had no idea was there. I suddenly found myself arching my back and pushing my butt into Frank's crotch. He began running his hands all over my body turning me on more and more. One of his hands found its way to my vagina and he began rubbing it through my silky night gown. I couldn't take all the sexual tension that was continuing to build within my body. I knew what I wanted and what I wanted to do, and now I could no longer hold myself back. I turned around and immediately dropped to my knees in front of my husband. I started undoing Frank's belt and then his jeans, pulling his pants to the floor. He was wearing these red bikini briefs that showed his bulge off so very nicely I actually smiled when I saw it. I looked up and Frank had an almost stunned look on his face as I don't think mom ever voluntarily gave him a blowjob.

I pulled back the fabric of his briefs and his cock popped out at my face. I grabbed it by the base with one hand, wrapped my lips around him, and began to suck. I don't know what came over me, but all I could think about was having his cock in my mouth and pleasuring him to the best of my ability. I was in the kitchen, on my knees, sucking dick, and I was loving it. My pussy was getting so wet as I polished Franks dick with my lips. I gently massaged his massive, cum-filled balls that I planned on draining dry. I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth and he was staring back at me as if he was pleased with the view. He placed a hand on the back of my head and followed me back and forth as I continued to suck him. Soon I could feel his balls begin to tighten and suddenly Frank pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed his dick, stroking it in front of me. I opened my mouth waiting to be fed his man juice. He began spurting rope after rope of his cum onto my tongue and face. His orgasm triggered one of my own and I suddenly felt waves of pleasure go through me, leaving my panties sopping wet.

Frank finished shooting his load onto me and I quickly took him back into my mouth. I began cleaning him off, making sure there was no excess cum on his cock and balls. I wanted every last drop of it. Once I was finished cleaning him I helped put his manhood back in his pants and zipped him up.

"Wow Debra, what got into you?" he said sitting down at the kitchen table.

I really didn't have an answer for him, not knowing myself why I felt the way I did. All I knew is that I wanted to do was have his cock, take his cum, and give him pleasure.

"Did you like it?" I said still on my knees covered in the load I just coaxed from his cock.

"I loved it baby, I've been trying to get you to do that shit for years. I think you have finally learned your place woman." He said giving me a grin.

A strange feeling came over me when he said that, almost as if I enjoyed the thought of being his submissive woman. I got off the floor and cleaned myself off before finishing breakfast. We ate our food together without him saying so much as a word. Once again he got up, leaving his plate on the table and began to get ready to leave the house for the day. I cleaned up the table and started to prepare to wash the dishes. A few minutes later Frank came up behind me and in his usual fashion, laid one hand on my ass and the other on my breast. The combination of his musk and deodorant was intoxicating.

"Keep that pussy warm for me babe, daddy is gonna want some more when he gets home tonight." He whispered giving me a little squeeze.

I found myself let out a little moan as he released me and began to head out the door. I looked back to see his ass looking so good in his jeans. I could feel my pussy tingling again and I was glad I hadn't changed my panties yet. Perhaps it was this new body, but something was changing the way I look and feel about things. Even though I was still terrified of Frank, I wanted him badly. I wanted to give him pleasure, feel him inside me, taste him, and smell his musk. There was no denying it, I love cock and I wanted more of his.

The rest of the day went pretty normal with the house cleaning. I pranced around in another dress I found in the closet feeling ever so feminine and I was embracing it. I was doing the rest of the dishes when out of the window I saw Charlie in his backyard cutting up a tree that they took down. He was sweaty and his muscles were glistening in the sunlight. I couldn't help but stare out the window at wondering what he looked like naked, what his cock looked like. My whole body quivered to the thought of having him and my pussy was responding accordingly. It was then I realized that I was going to have to change my panties again. Apparently my attraction and lust for men ventures beyond Frank. It made me wonder if mom found Charlie just as attractive or if it was just me and who I am.

I finished up the dishes and then went into the bedroom looking for a fresh pair of panties. I dug around for a second looking at my options when I noticed that at the back of the drawer was a box. I pulled it out and it said, "From Frank" on it. It was a gift to my mother at some point and it looked like she had really never opened it. I pulled the bow off it and took the top of the box off. It was filled with what appeared to be some sort of lingerie. As I pulled the contents out I noticed that there was a black garter belt, thigh high panty hose, and a pair of silky black panties. When I held them up I noticed that they were actually crotch less panties. I was sort of shocked, but strangely intrigued by this gift. I sat there for a moment and then realized what I was going to do.

After a bit of struggling with the garter and pantyhose, I managed to get everything on and snugged into place. I stood in front of the mirror and admired how sexy I was, and actually gave Frank credit for his taste in lingerie. I still had on my pink bra from earlier, which didn't go well with the black, so I found and appropriate bra that matched almost perfectly. I found some stiletto heels in the back of the closet. There was a red pair and a black pair that were both very high heeled and I knew I wanted the highest. Even though I didn't know if I could walk in them I knew girls looked hot in high heels and I wanted to look hot for Frank. I almost went with the black heels, but something inside me told me to go with red. Something about them just made this whole ensemble pop.

I walked around in my new look, practicing my walk in the heels. It was awkward at first but not too difficult I was surprised to find out. It was definitely not something I could see myself trying to run in, but I could manage a normal walk. I touched up on some dusting and various other things for the rest of the day. The sound of my heels was so sexy and every now and again I would catch myself in a mirror and smile. I knew Frank would be pleased to say the least at what I was going to do for him. I could not believe the how excited I was and to top it off the anticipation was killing me. I wanted him here so bad and it seemed that I was going to burst if he didn't show up soon. I managed to prepare his supper even with all the sexual frustration I was feeling.