"Mom, mom, are you all right?" I heard Bobby's familiar voice piercing through the leaden veil that enveloped me. "Did you have an accident, mom? Where are your clothes?"
Yes, that's right, son came in and found me lying in a naked, oozing heap on the living-room floor, fucked out of my mind. That bastard brush salesman hadn't even had the decency to cover me up before he'd left. All he'd been interested in was an easy fuck, and then he'd forgotten all about me.
If it hadn't been for Bobby, God knows what would have happened when George came home from the office and found me like this, nakedly unconscious on the floor with my cunt drooling rancid sperm like it was an open wound.
"What's the matter, mom?" I could hear Bobby asking worriedly. I opened my eyes and saw him tugging nervously at the bill of his baseball cap. "It looks like something's wrong between… between your legs," he stammered with concern. "Did somebody hit you between your legs?"
"Is that what it looks like?" I muttered, stalling for time until my head cleared and I could think of a believable explanation for my nudity and the sopping condition of my cunt.
"Gee, mom," he said, "it looks like somebody hit you with a coconut cream pie. Just like on television, except between the legs instead of in the face."
I breathed a sigh of relief. At nine he was still so innocent. Here he was, standing there looking right down into his mother's shockingly open, fuck sloppy pussy, and all he could think of was something he'd seen on cartoons Saturday mornings.
"Mom had an accident," I said. "And remember, not a word to anyone. Promise?"
"I guess so."
Breathing a deep sigh of relief, I picked up my scattered clothing and fled into the safety of the bedroom. Anxious to get rid of the evidence, I threw my rumpled skirt and sweater into the dirty-clothes basket and got ready to go into the bathroom and bathe the come from my body. But before I left the bedroom I stood for a moment in front of the vanity table and looked at myself one last time in the huge mirror, checking the reflection of my naked body to confirm what had happened to me this afternoon wasn't just some figment of my imagination.
I put a foot up on the dresser, pulling the folds of my cunt revealingly apart so I could see everything. The interior of my pussy was like an open tunnel in the mirror, the pink flesh teeming with the milkiness of the male come it had swallowed. My thighs were glazed with congealed sperm, resembling the glistening dough of fresh doughnuts in a bakery. My crotch was so battered and oozing and pulpy and moist that it looked like it had been chewed up and spit out, a masticated victual that would never be the same. I tried to be angry at the nameless salesman for callously abandoning me, but the only honest emotion I could summon was a yearning to have something like him happen all over again at the earliest opportunity.
I tried to deny it to myself, but something told me that that afternoon had changed my boring, humdrum life. I was never going to be satisfied with just George again. There were going to be no more boring afternoons if I could help it, of that I was sure.
I eased into the bath water, feeling its warmth envelop my bare skin. Looking between my legs I could see the starchy gobs of sperm being washed away from my flooded pussy. My cunt hair wafted snakily in the clear water, gossamer tendrils that seemed to be reaching out for something.
Gazing at my cunt in the clear water I suddenly and uncontrollably found myself turned on all over again. It seemed incredible to me that I could find myself so hot only a short time after such a thorough fuck. Once every two weeks from George used to be too much for me, and now all of a sudden I was turned-on for the third time today – once in front of the vanity-table mirror… with the brush salesman's huge cock pumping in and out of my pussy in three different positions… and now, totally unexpectedly, here in the bathtub with the warm water lapping against my cunt.
I didn't have to put my hand between my thighs and feel my clit to know that it was erect – a female hard-on – but I did anyway. The male come washing from my cunt was joined by the cloudy discharge of an instantaneous flow of pussy juice. I draped a leg over the side of the tub, spreading my snatch so I could see it all.
Below my cunt my asshole was clearly throbbing, seeming to call for some stimulation. I realized that I was going to have to do something about the inferno between my legs or I was never going to get the TV dinners on the table far tonight's supper. It was a case of making myself come again, or dinner would never be ready and I'd have to deal with a hungry husband and two starving kids. And when George didn't get what he wanted, when he wanted it, the bastard was hell on wheels.
Anxious to get it over with, I reached for the rubber bag with the tube connected to it that was wound around a hook on the wall next to the bathtub. I submerged the bag and filled it with hot water from the tub, reinserting the tube and hanging the bag above me as I prepared to give myself the enema I suddenly craved more than anything.
I rubbed the black plastic nozzle with a bar of soap for lubrication, and then pressed it to my anus. My asshole was puckering anticipation, quivering to be penetrated.
I shoved the hose, and as it passed a certain spot, my cunt started to tighten, and I knew this was going to be good. As my bowels filled with hot water, I thrust my hand into my open pussy mangling it with my gouging fingers. In an instant I was fingerfucking myself with half of my hand, and massaging my stiff clit with the rest of it, bucking my hips as my insides filled with hot fluid.
Then my hips jerked and the enema nozzle spurted from my ass with a torrential burst of water. At the same time, a whole new flow of pussy juice gushed within my cunt. I started to come in an absolutely terrifying fashion, in the pussy and ass at once.
The fact that the bathwater was darkening with my shit bothered me not at all as I writhed in the soup of my own pungent excretion, loving every sloppy minute of it. My cunt and ass seemed to fuse together in a singe incredibly palpitating organ of intense pleasure, the white heat between my legs melting any baffler between them. They constricted and spasmed, each tightening into a knot while my convulsing bowels depleted themselves and my fingers fucked my pussy all the way to the mouth of my womb.
As my body shook in the final throes of a twin anal-and-pussy orgasm, a last burst of hot water spurted from my asshole and bounced against the tub walls, almost seeming to be some sort of unprecedented rectal-come. Laying back against the rear of the tub and sighing in sensual exhaustion, I was sure that it was.