Mick had always been my secret crush. Every girl has one. He was the guy I could never have, and growing up I’d spent more than one lonely night wondering what it might be like to kiss him… Or to feel his touch…
“Bend over the bed. On your stomach.”
“Yes, Devlin…” my mother’s feminine voice whispered around me. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Almost every single one of these videos had some variation on this roleplay. Mick would have my mother calling him Devlin and pretending to be his naughty little girl.
“Yes, Devlin,” I whispered, leaning over the bed, spreading my legs wide just as my mother had so many years ago. I was facing away from the screen, but I could still see it, the images burned into my memory. Her fingers would slip beneath her tummy and between her legs, just like this… And her middle finger would slide up and down her wet slit, just like this… And she would play with her delicate clit, just like….
Ooooh…. It felt so good… My finger rubbed little wet circles around my clit, moans and cries escaping my lips.
“That’s right baby girl… Just like that…”
I kept touching myself, my finger plunging ever so slightly into my tight virgin tunnel, a gasp escaping my pouting mouth. The sounds that filled the room only heightened the experience. I could hear Mick on the video stroking his huge cock, the noise punctuated by a loud groan.
“Does this turn you on?” I whispered, the words echoing around me as I played my part.
“Yes… It turns me on…”
“Oh Devlin…” I cried out, breaking script as I plunged my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, my mind exploding in pleasure with every little touch.
“Fuck me… Fuck me Devlin!” I shouted, ignoring the ongoing video and glad that this big old house was as solidly built as it was. I could let loose here and be as noisy as I wanted to. I knew soon Mick would be lining his big cock up with my mother’s pussy, sliding it in so slowly, every inch burying itself. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to feel his cock plunging deep. I wanted to beg for him to fill my tight little pussy…
“Fuck a baby into me,” the voice from the past cried. I could practically feel his cock driving into her, my whole body going wild. This was the part that turned me on the most. My father never wanted kids. Right after I was born, he had a vasectomy. Clearly, mom didn’t feel the same way. I had five half-brothers and sisters living in California now. Maybe that was one of the reasons she strayed.
“Fuck a baby into me Devlin… Please…” I whispered, continuing my relentless attack on my clitoris. The world was spinning around me, every muscle taut and ready, an orgasm building and building toward release. The idea of a man putting a baby inside me was as exciting as it was taboo. I had a life ahead of me, with college and a career. There was a part of me that wanted something different… Everyone was always so pushy about me finding my own way in life, but was it really so bad that deep down, I wanted to be a wife? My dream wasn’t to sit in some office chair trying to climb the ladder. I wanted the minivan and the 2.5 children, dinnertime with my family and a loving husband.
“Fuck me Devlin… FUCK ME!” I shouted, the sounds of his cock slamming home again and again driving shivers through my flesh.
“Danielle…”
The sound of his voice shattered my fantasy. I lay there frozen, my ass in the air, my legs spread and my face down in a pillow.
“My God Danielle… What are you doing?”
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t supposed to be home for days! He’d caught me in the act, he’d caught me doing the unforgivable, going through his things and watching his private videos…
And it turned me on.
My pussy was still screaming out, my orgasm so close. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, I couldn’t bring myself to say a word. The moans of pleasure and raw fucking filled the room as I did something so wrong that I could barely even believe it…
I slowly began to move my finger again…