Codes: nc, teen-older female, cheat, device(s)
** WARNING **  ADULTS ONLY!
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
THIS IS ADULT MATERIAL MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY
THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE THE USE OF FORCE IN ANY FORM.
CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THE STORIES CREATED BY THE AUTHOR ARE FICTIONAL AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSON(S), REAL OR
FICTIONAL, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH UNDERAGE PERSONS.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE UNPROTECTED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE SITUATIONS.
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Toy Mom
Part 1 ( Chet(s Key





      She had just gotten her kids off to school that Friday in early spring, finished the dishes by getting them in the dishwasher, and was down in the basement laundry room completing putting the clothes in the wash.  There was a meeting, scheduled by her place of employment, which wasn't mandatory but was information that she felt she should have and it had been for that reason that she was preparing herself before leaving.  First, though, there were the necessary details of household chores, and getting her two kids off to school.

      Sara had just finished showering herself, somewhat dissatisfied with the extra roll of meat around her midriff and as she was stepping out of the shower a pain raced from her lower back to her crotch.  The pain was so intense and so sudden she lost her balance pulling the shower curtain with her to the floor as she feel.  It was almost as if the pain had come out of no where, but as the pain intensified spreading from her crotch to her chest Sara realized it for what it was.  


      Years before when she had experienced this kind of pain she had resorted to the use of strong narcotics; illegal drugs, mostly because of the intense relief that the drugs gave the user.  She'd been a drug addict for close to ten years before the Device had come out.  It was an experimental implant, surgically implanted, that counter acted the pain she felt.  Most of the pain she felt was due to her back and the lack of strength in the bones that protected her spine.  The drugs helped alleviate the pain, they didn't get rid of the pain, the drugs only masked the pain.  The Device was different in that it generated a counter pulse to the pain thus canceling out the discomfort the mind felt.  

      What the forty two year old housewife was experiencing now was a malfunction of the implanted Device.  She knew it was true but that didn't help her ease her own discomfort as her muscles reacted to the strength of the pain signals and tightened up.  Unable to control herself she felt her legs twitch then contract until she was a shuddering ball of flesh on the floor actually twitching in extreme discomfort, not even able to scream out her pain because her muscles simply were refusing to respond to her own mental commands.

      As suddenly as the intense pain had inflicted itself on her, overwhelming her defenses, the pain was gone.  It happened that way.  She had only experienced this once before, and at that time the organization responsible for the implant had told her that this was an unpleasant but uncorrectable side effect.  Still, it was worth it, because ninety five percent of the time she was without any discomfort what so ever.  Sara just wished that the government sponsored medical team hadn't gone out of business like they had two years ago.  Now there was no body to complain to.  Her muscles relaxed and she was able to breathe again, as she pushed aside the shower curtain and stood up to finish drying herself.  It wasn't as if nothing had happened, although at times she reflected that she tried to act that way, her body was still sore from the "seizure"; but she also knew that it was one of those side effects that she would have to live with.

      Sara went to her meeting and was only a little late.  She never gave that incident in the shower too much thought until she was in Sunday school class that weekend.  It was Sunday morning and she was one of the three teachers of the high school level classes.  She had been in the process of going over some of the answers to a fill in quiz she'd given the youths when a disturbing and somewhat more annoying thing began to happen deep inside her loins.  She fought the rising pressure, at first thinking that the Device was malfunctioning again, but realizing that this time it wasn't pain she was experiencing but rather sexual arousal.  It was a pleasurable feeling, a warm glowing feeling, but a dangerous one to have in a Sunday school environment; especially with hormone driven teen boys around.  Still, there was no rejecting the idea, she was getting gradually turned on despite her best efforts to fight the rising reaction within her.  She felt her face glow red as one of the boys, a close friend of her son's, a Chet Howard began showing her attention.


      Sara was well aware of her physical endowments.  She knew simply by observation that both men and boys always looked first at her chest then at her face.  It was a normal reaction, she knew, for the men, especially when a woman had large breasts.  Her breasts, she knew, weren't just large, they were really big.  She wore a thirty eight triple 'D' cup bra and even with the most support she could buy, her boobs still bounced beneath blouses, shirts, dresses and other garments.  Her clothes, especially the dresses, didn't fit right because of the size of her breasts.  Her breast size caused a middle calf length dress to rise so that the hem was just at her knee's.  Modification of the dresses would only make the situation worse because her breasts then became highlighted and that was something she wanted to avoid.  She didn't appreciate attention to her boobs.  Deep down she knew why too.  It was because her boobs were tender and very sensitive; in fact ultra sensitive would have been entirely accurate.  She'd actually achieved a climax with her husband during a sexual exchange by having her boobs fondled.  Then with the addition of the Device and the subsequent removal of the background pain she found that her breasts became even more sensitive to touch because of the elimination of the background discomfort.

      It was because of all these facts that she preferred to wear skirts and blouses.  She always buttoned her blouses clear to the top, close to her neck.  Whenever possible she wore a jacket over the blouse, vainly attempting to cover her enormous round protrusions.  She liked wearing necklaces although Sara never realized that the necklaces, especially the dangling ones, only attracted more attention to her boobs simply because the necklaces ended up resting on the twin round slopes of her breasts rather than dangling.  
       
      Now as she felt as if the room temperature were rising she was also highly aware of Chet Howard's intense and rather penetrating stares.  She began to wonder if he might suspect that she was having some sexual arousal feelings.  

      She was adjusting the thermostat by the door as the class was filing out.  She wondered why she was so hot.  As she was adjusting the thermostat she felt and hand wipe across the tight expanse of her skirt over her fanny cheeks.  She shivered in response and looked quickly around.  There were so many boys filing past her that it was impossible to tell who had reached out and gave her buns a feel.  The thought, plus her rising arousal stayed with her the entire church service.  It was a very shaky, somewhat over wrought woman that left the church all too conscious of the hot stares of Chet Howard in her direction.



      Chester (Chet) Howard was a fifteen year old boy that was both a Sunday School student of hers and one of her son's best friends.  Chet Howard stood a little taller than she did in her high heels so she guessed he was about five foot six or five foot seven inches.  He looked pretty chunky and could have weighed in anywhere from about one hundred sixty to one hundred eighty pounds.  His face was round and almost always seemed to have a smirk on it(s surface.  His eyes were wide, large and very dark and stood out more because of the paleness of the youth(s skin tone.  His hair was a deep black and was both wavy and shiny although not appearing greasy.  His nose was pointed and sharp giving the youth a near sinister look, but somehow was still rather attractive to her.  

      The first day that she'd debased herself in front of Chet was right after Sunday School class when he asked if he could come over and get a game cartridge that he had left with her son.  At Sunday School, Sara had been uncomfortable, feeling the heat of the room, a prickling feeling on her skin, and a general sexual arousal feeling.  The forty two year old housewife, mother, and professional woman knew that sometimes the younger males emitted almost an aroma of sex and the need for sex.  She was familiar with the feeling, recognizing it for what it was, a kind of scent that sometimes excited her.  She had to fight the feelings that arose in her because she knew that it was both wrong and evil to have feelings towards young men that were no older than her son.  Her own son was attending a summer camp, something she wished the hot eyed Howard kid would have done, but he hadn't.  

      Mrs. Sara Bergman was all too aware of her physical characteristics which seemed to only excite the hot eyes of the youths she taught and it was for that reason that she wore clothing that most would have considered to demure and non-revealing.  Her skirt hems were well below her knee's and her blouses were always fully buttoned, except on this particular Sunday when she'd warmed up quite a bit.  She realized the dangers in opening her blouse too far, but it had been only enough to allow some air flow without displaying any cleavage.  It didn't come as a surprise that the hottest eyed of the boys in her classroom wanted to come over for a game cartridge that he had supposedly left behind.  Her biggest mistake at the time was allowing him to come over to see her.
      
It had been almost stifling during the church service and it was with some relief that she removed both her bra and her blouse when she got home.  She of course did put on a light robe to cover her top when Chet came over, but the itchy feeling down below hadn't retreated too much and she was still feeling the almost overwhelming desire to have sex.  Her husband wasn't home and wouldn't be home for another ten days so there was no relief for her other than the vibrator, which she had been actively using when Chet called, in an attempt to relieve the internal stress that was building up.  She had reluctantly put away the vibrator and no sooner closed the chest of drawers where it was kept when the doorbell rang.  She answered the door and found Chet almost smirking at her.  Sara had to fight a feeling of resentment that this kid could make her feel so uncomfortable.  Besides, he couldn't possibly know what she was going through.

      Chet told her what cartridge was his and even walked with her to the basement recreation room to get the cartridge.  As she handed him the game cartridge she felt almost an electric flow of energy; something very similar to electrostatic shock, but this was much more intense and originated down between her legs.  She blushed as the feeling began to build and Chet took the cartridge and was about to turn to go back upstairs when Sara gasped.  In fact she actually said an,
"Ugg!"

      A wave of uncontrolled passions surged through her loins, moving steadily upwards until she found difficulty in breathing.  Her hand went to her throat as she gasped for air, then she went to her knee's.

"Mrs. Bergman are you ok?" asked Chet as she stared back at him and fell forward.  Her hand barely reaching out in time to break her fall.  She lay there on the rug in the basement, quivering, overcome with a insane desire to finger herself.  She fought the urge, losing miserably, as wave after terrible wave of passion overwhelmed her system leaving her gasping like a fish out of water.  Laying there only partly supported by her left hand, her right hand had found it's way down to her soaked panties.  Merely touching her sex was enough to send her into spasms of orgasmic pleasure as she closed her eyes and came.  She gasped and came a second, then a third time as her fingers penetrated her swollen sex and she jammed her groin down onto her own up thrust fingers, twitching and churning through her overwhelmed sexual high.  She lost track of time as she lay there thrusting her hips with some amount of force onto her fingers, grunting like a pig, and mewing like a cat, as she went through a whole series of climaxes building towards a fourth terrible orgasm.


      She couldn't help it, she needed to satisfy herself now!  Not seconds from now, but RIGHT NOW.  Oblivious to the now leering teenager the older woman rolled over on her back spreading her legs wide and nearly ripping at the tops of her pantyhose as she tore away both the pantyhose and the panties getting at her own tortured, hot, needful sex.  She was totally dominated by the need to climax at any cost.  Then when she did climax, it started all over again, even more intense than last time until she was casting off her robe and throwing her head back while she fingered her sex, squeezing her large breasts, and tweaking the nipples to ever harder points of lust filled pleasure.  She then came and came and came, the orgasm lasting longer than anything she'd ever experienced in her entire life.  As she settled down with her legs spread wide, and her fingers up her wet hole, her robe off, and one hand fondling her own big breast she became aware of the hot young eyes of Chet as he stared at this plump, once prim and proper, older woman laying there in the aftermath of an orgasm that left her totally consumed.  She wasn't only consumed, she was exposed, nearly laying there nude in front of one of her son's closest friends!

"No-o-o, Chet, you can't!" she said as she continued to finger herself and Chet was stripping off his shirt then his trousers.  He lay down next to her on the floor, all the while she continued to fondle her sex.  He pushed aside her hand and she gasped feeling his strong hand, his terrible fingers sliding mercilessly over her aroused sex then finding her love bud and twirling it between thumb and forefinger.  His right hand cupped and fondled her left breast his fingers driving her towards still another climax as he rubbed her hard nipple back and forth.  

      When the teenagers hard cock slid through her channel she looked up at him and said,
"Chet, I-I'm old-old enough to be your mother!"

      Sara gasped as she felt him thrust deep into her wet pussy as he said,
"Yeah, but hotter than any girl I've dated in a long time!"

      His first stroke caused her to widen her legs, he pulled out and thrust harder, and instead of it hurting her she realized horribly she actually needed more.  He thrust into her like a kid gone wild as her boobs bounced and then she was hugging him, thrusting at this kid who was her own son's age and fucking him with wild abandon as she laced her own legs through his and thrust upwards towards his own thrust cock with a pressure that astounded both the woman and the boy.  The sounds of their sex filled the room as he continued to fuck his best friends mom.  The way this fifteen year old fucked, Sara knew, was telling that this wasn't his first experience with sex.  As for her, her act of adultery was still in limbo as she not only allowed the sex to take place but participated in what was going to be one of the most intense orgasms of her life.


      As if in the distance she heard a woman's sex filled voice screaming out her need for sex saying,
"Oh-h-h yes!  Yessss!  That's it fuck it hard!  Fuckfuckfuckfuck!  Chet you fuck sooo good!"

      Then, horribly, as she heard the pounding of bodies thrashing together she realized it had been her own voice begging to be fucked by this teenage boy!  She came then, suddenly, in an overwhelming, mind blowing orgasm that left her without any air in her lungs and what was worse any consciousness.  Just as she reached her most intense orgasm of her adult life she felt the boy's hard rod of flesh explode inside of her sending gushes of gooey ooze deep inside her.  It wasn't just one massive shot of cum like she was used to with her husband either.  No, this was much more, three maybe four huge, gigantic loads of ejaculated cum sent her towards oblivion.  She was vaguely aware of the plopping sound of Chet's penis withdrawing from her own saturated hole, but that was in the distance.

      As her awareness returned Sara became alarmed.  The youth was wiping his spent cock on her skirt and as he sat back she had a terrible feeling.  The horrible, nearly overwhelming sense of urgency; the need for sex was gone!  As terrible as it had been it was almost as if a light switch had been turned off and now she lay nearly nude in front of a teenager!

      As her awareness of her exposed nudity hit her she reached for her robe covering her naked breasts, and pushing her skirt down over her exposed crotch.

"You got nice tits for an older woman, Mrs. Bergman, how big are they?"

"That's none of you damn business!" she shouted at the insolent youth.

"My such language from a Sunday school teacher!  Swearing, shit fucking too, as I remember."

      Sara blushed, crying now, as she said,
"Tha-that was a horrible mistake, I-I'm sorry."

"I'm not, Mrs. Bergman, in fact I'm already looking forward to the next time."

"There isn't going to be any next time Chet," she said evenly, but not looking at him.


"Oh but there will be, Mrs. Bergman."

"No.  What I did was wrong.  It won't happen again."

"I don't think you understand, Mrs. Bergman.  It will happen again, in fact....."

      She cried out!  Oh god no!  No!  This couldn't be happening!  Another strong wave of sexual arousal was overwhelming her.  Just like the last time the tremendous urge burst past all of her defenses, overwhelmed her inhibitions, and in a matter of a few seconds the older woman was churning on the floor.  Once again her fingers found her sex, once again Chet pushed them aside, but this time when she came with his fingers buried to the hilt up inside her wet pussy the older woman cried.  He did have control over her!  Thrusting her sweaty hips towards the youth's fingers she reached a climax but not an orgasm and then, the worst thing happened.  It was gone.  The feeling was gone, just like someone had turned off a light switch.  But Chet's thumb still rested on her inflamed clitoris and his two fingers were still inside her wet pussy.  She cried, turning her head to one side, as the youth now sitting next to her with his left hand on her sex and his right hand cupping her left breast said,
"How big Mrs. Bergman?"

"Thir-thirty eight triple 'D' ....Chet," she responded turning her head away from the youth.

"Them are fucking whoppers."

"Please, please Chet take your fingers out of me."

"No, it's kind of personal like this and I like it."

"It is very personal," she replied as she cried wondering what this evil youth had over her.

"I can make you cum any time I want.  Any place I want, for as long as I want.  Because of this you will do what I tell you to do."

      Sara sobbed realizing he was right.  She didn't know where he got the power to do this to her she merely knew from personal first hand experience that he could and would do as he said.


"Wha-what do you expect from me," she asked of him highly aware of his fingers both on her naked breast and between her legs.

"I expect you to follow my instructions, Mrs. Bergman." He said as he withdrew his fingers wiping her pussy juice from them on her robe and then walking over to a chair and sitting down.  

      She watched him sit down and felt a great weight descend on her realizing that if he could make her cum in public........... she had to do what he said!!!

"Now stand up and strip totally naked."

      Sara blushed.  She was almost nude now, but this would be confirmation of his authority and she knew it.  She groaned, her muscles sore from her recent sexual frenzy as she got to her feet.  Her pantyhose were already off as were her panties.  She cast off the robe, then took off the skirt. Her breasts dangled in front of her when she removed the skirt and he was offensive enough to comment on that telling her he liked dangling tits.   She was nude.  He told her to lock her fingers behind her neck and turn around while he appraised her.  His comments were crude.  He wanted her to shave her ass and her pubic area smooth.  

      He picked out the clothes he wanted her to wear for his evening date.  Chet insisted she try on the garter belt and hose she had and it wasn't until she had tried them on that he was satisfied.  Her skirt was to be modified so that her thighs were exposed and she wasn't to wear a bra.  Her top was to be button down so that he could "get at the goodies easier".  Even his childish remarks were lewd in their meaning  Then he told her to put on plenty of make up and to go over to the local video store and rent an adult porno video.  She acknowledged she would do all of these things as he told her that the next time they did it together he'd be taking a shower with her so she was to be prepared to have him spend the night.  Sara asked him if his parents would like to know where he was at and he reminded her that he was a ward of the state and that his "parents" were really his guardians and they didn't care as long as he stayed out of trouble.  Sara realized horribly that she'd being obeying this monstrous little punk for a while, at least until she could figure out how he had the control he had and how she could get around it.


      Chet kicked the older woman's nude unconscious body with his foot so that she was laying face up.  She was unconscious because he'd punished her with some pain from the remote that he had in his possession.  She hadn't shaved her pussy like he'd specifically told her to.  He hadn't punished her until after she'd performed a complete strip tease in the family recreation room.  Her daughter was asleep up in her bedroom, while her son, his friend, was on a camping trip.  
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It was convenient for Chet, very convenient.

Her jug dance had been one of the most erotic experiences he'd ever had.  The way she was able to make her big, dangling tits, bounce together and make the flesh on flesh sound had been almost enough to make him forgive her act of disobedience.  Almost, but not enough, she had to be punished and besides he was curious as to what a quarter power setting on the remote did to her.  

      It was a shock seeing the woman he'd only recently had sex with, and had just witnessed performing one of the most erotic dances (despite the fact that she was a conservative Sunday school teacher) crumble into a speechless, noiseless ball of pain racked flesh.  She'd almost gone into the fetal position, legs drawn up, and tits squished by her hugging arms, as she lay there and at first gasped, then visibly began to cry as she looked at him and he'd told her she had to be punished for not shaving her cunt.  It was almost as much of a turn on to watch her squirm in agony with the realization that HE had control over her as it had been to have sex with her.  He knew that she had come to the realization before she passed out.

      He had been quiet in his retrieval of the shaving items.  When the older woman woke up she would find that he had taken the initiative to shave her.  It didn't bother him, and perhaps it should have, but it didn't bother him to nick her pussy a couple of times as he removed the last vestiges of hair from her crotch.  After cleaning up the mess he rolled her over on her belly and also shaved her ass clean, including the little hairy area around her ass hole.  

      The older woman and mother of his friend was still unconscious when he left her with another deposit of cum in her rectum.  It was the first time that Chet had sex with a woman up her butt hole, but after experiencing Mrs. Bergman's tight and unresponsive, although now slightly enlarged ass hole, Chet knew he was going to enjoy having sex with her that way too.  But that would be later.  


      He finished by jacking off and spraying her sizeable tits with his spend as he thought of the remote.  It was really something.  The guy that gave it to him hadn't been wrong; it was a real trip to be able to give another person either extreme pleasure or pain without that person having any control.  Visions of his power over her, what he could do with her, force her into ugly situations, were all that it took for him to cum and spray his wad over her tits.  He smiled as he watched the oozing cum slide down off her big mounds and wondered if she would be aware of the cum when she woke up.

When he left her, he left her on the couch, laying face up, and with a blanket over her nude body.  He wondered what she would be thinking when she woke up.  It probably wouldn't be too nice as far as he was concerned.


                                                            
