Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot to mention our sweetheart of a dog back home.
That's also an area my therapist will never hear about, nights of sexual frenzy with a big overly-friendly Alaskan Malamute. His name is Sampson. A mixture of gray, sable and the purest white, he's as gentle as can be. He was a divorce gift from my father to help me through those 'lonely nights' after I was on my own. And, yes, that big dog definitely helped me, in many, many ways.
I'll get into that later.
Anyway, for years the single most arousing memory of my life was the very first time my father's big stiff cock was entirely encased in my slippery little cunt, in that no-name Georgia motel.
And whenever I masturbated or fucked myself after that, for years, I always went right back to reliving that very night.
Now, however, the two most exciting experiences of my life are the first time I had sex with my own son (first sucking his hard cock and then teaching him to fuck me) and, of course, the first time I went down on my daughter, on her 10th birthday, licking and kissing and sucking her sweet little cunt until she had one jarring, toes-spreading orgasm after another.
When James, back when he was 10-years-old also, filled my mouth for the first time with his sweet young cum (the clear fluid shooting against my tongue, while his pencil-thin cock jerked out its liquid load from his small balls), I came so hard fingerfucking myself I almost passed out in our car.
That's right, the car, our last Volvo-because I love doing dirty things in a car. Any car. It just seemed so dirty to me, and dirty is always more fun. The station wagon was parked in our garage, engine off, the garage door closed. Our just-bought groceries were still in the back, because I was too sexually aroused at the time to even wait until we got inside the house.
I wanted his little cock and I wanted it right then!
“Mom!” he said, after, his bright eyes wide with surprise. “You made me pee in your mouth!”
As soon as I'd pulled into the garage, shut off the car and closed the door using the remote, I'd leaned over and used my hand through his pants to give my son a rock-hard erection. He didn't say a word, just watched me in surprise. I'd then shakily unzipped him, fished out his stiffly standing dick and sucked it while he was still seat-belted in. At the same time, I'd undone my jeans, pushed my hand down into my damp panties, and-like I said-feverishly fingerfucked myself until I came.
When he ejaculated into my mouth (the trigger for my own orgasm!), I swallowed his cum eagerly, then licked his cock clean. My perverted excitement kept me sucking and licking at it even after it began to soften against my tongue.
Of course, afterwards I was still trembling with the burning need for much more sex with the boy!
“You made my pee feel so good!”
“It wasn't pee, honey,” I said. “James, do you know what fucking is?”
He shook his head. “No, but I know the word.”
“Let's get the groceries into the house,” I said. “And I'll teach you something that feels really good.”
“In my penis?”
“Exactly,” I told him. “And in my pussy.”