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Sinful Discovery
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Sinfull Discovery
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by Caesar
Chapter I
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Cathy was happy.
At least she believed she was happy?!
Cathy Hubert was a thirty-four year old wife and mother. Her husband,
Ralph, was dependable, pleasant and comforting. He made an attractive
living, more than enough for his small family to live very well. The
only child in the household was, Darlene, a sixteen year-old high school
student. They all lived the pleasant middle class family that many
people dreamed about.
Yet Ralph was rarely home, his work as an accountant keep him busy for
many long hours. He was always kind and gentle with his wife, yet
they rarely made love. Darlene was the perfect child, then puberty hit.
Now she was rebellious, know-it-all teenager. Cathy alone seemed to be
the same.
She was the same as the day after her marriage. She kept the house
clean, went grocery shopping every week on a Monday, and attended an
aerobics class on Tuesday, went to weight watchers on Wednesday, helped
out at the local community hall on Thursday, Friday was for herself to
go out and shop spend some money, the weekends she spent with her
family. But as we already know hubby rarely was ever home, even on the
weekends, while the daughter couldn't be around mom without an argument
ensuing.
So Cathy was the same on the outside, to all who knew her, she was the
kind, gentle and soft-spoken woman everyone liked. Yet they didn't
know her! Inside, she was bored, unhappy with her marriage, mad and
confused with her daughter, and sad and depressed. She felt so alone!
To be truthful, and blunt, one of the major reasons Cathy was feeling
this way was because she was hot and bothered. She was horny! But
even she didn't realize it. It had been five weeks since the husband
and wife made love, it had been quick and unfulfilling for Cathy. She
was also heading towards her peak in sexuality, that age in women when
their sex drives get almost as strong as young men. The same urge that
woman had been forced to suppress in our society by the male dominated
conservatives.
Lately she had been waking up in the middle of the night, a torrid dream
still flashing through her head, while her pelvis was pressed against
something, often a pillow, the sheets, or even her hand. Cathy would
sit up too catch her breath, then often go to the bathroom to wash her
face. And there she would look at herself in the mirror. She was her
own worst critic.
When she studied herself in the mirror she would look at every inch of
her familiar body. The long light brown hair that reached to the
middle of her back, a hourglass figure with a small flat waist, long
thin legs and arms still strong from her weekly workout, a firm bottom
with full round globes that moved when she walked, her breasts which she
considered too big but were still firm and smooth. But the best feature
of Cathy's was her face, an attractive timeless face could pass for a
twenty year-old. Of course, she never saw herself this way, but always
considered herself too fat, or too thin, with new wrinkle lines
appearing, a funny looking smile, bony knees. And much more ridiculous
things.
Cathy didn't like this boy her daughter had brought home. He was shifty
eyed, bold and unkempt in his appearance. The fact that she had
brought home several friends from school made no difference. Of course
she couldn't embarrass her daughter in front of the other teenagers, so
she just kept out of the family room where the five young people sat
watching a movie. It was her personality that kept her quiet and stay
friendly to the young people.
She was preparing supper in the kitchen, when she felt someone behind
her. Cathy spun, dropping a potato on the floor, standing in the
doorway was the boy she didn't like. He was standing with his back
against the sliding door, which was closed, and starring boldly at the
older woman. Particularly her bosoms and ass.
Of course he couldn't see anything, since see was wearing jeans and a
tee-shirt, but the pants were a little tight and showed the shape of
her hips perfectly. But Cathy didn't realize this at first, but just
got irritated at him.
She recalled his name, "Hows the movie Dave?" She bent over, facing
him, to pick up the half peeled potato. When she stood back up, she
realized he was still staring at her but had looked down her loose tee
shirt when she was bent over. She became irritated.
He didn't answer, but walked over to stand next to her at the counter.
Cathy had returned to the vegetables, and tried to ignore the rude
boy. He just stood their staring boldly at her profile. It was an
ackward situation, what could she have done, she was a quiet and
peaceful personality and could just tell him to fuck off, yet nothing
like this had ever happened to her.
"You are the prettiest mother at school." He finally spoke. Yet Cathy
didn't believe him, but she did believe he was just a over-sexed
little shit. Again he broke the silence, "I sometimes sneak looks over
your fence when your outside." This shook Cathy, since much of the time
she is outside she is wearing her skimpiest bathing suite to get a good
tan, while certain that her privacy was secure. She was getting mad.
"Why don't you go back with your friends, or is their something I could
do for you?" She continued to peel the potatoes, trying to sound
undisturbed.
His action was probably an answer to her question. He reached out and
grasped the round firm left butt cheek in his hand. Cathy froze. The
knife in her hand wavered, and her head turned towards the boy.
Very civilized she said, "Take your hand off me Dave." Her heart was
racing.
He didn't even acknowledge her, but stared at his hand and her ass.
Then he spoke, "I want to fuck you." His other hand reached out and
grabbed her arm to pull towards him.
When he said "fuck", it was like being hit by a brick to Cathy. He used
a word she didn't like to even hear, and he had used it to refer to
her. And now he pulled her against his front, her left shoulder against
his chest, the left arm pinned to her side, the other still clenching
the knife. To her horror, she felt the familiar hardness pressing
against her hip, the boy had a hard-on. Also his hand was still cupping
her buttock, but was also rubbing around the wide expanse of that round
hill. His face was angled down to her press against her neck, his lips
kissing her soft skin.
Cathy tried to pull away, but he was too strong. She was very angry,
and disgusted. This young shit had the gale to actually touch her.
Forcibly she was pressed against the edge of the counter, her stomach
hitting the edge, as she was bent over it. His hand holding the back
of her neck, the other had disengaged from her bottom. For the first
time, Cathy remembered what she had in her hand. The knife!
Again she tried to get away from the young man, but couldn't. So she
reached around and pressed the blade of the peeling knife to the back
of the boys hand. He yelped and let go of her. She spun at him, ready
to fight.
Cathy froze.
The first thing she saw was the boy clenching his bleeding hand, his
face a mask of pain. But the image that froze her was the sight of
his large penis standing at attention, while his pants were around his
ankles. She knew the tables were turned, Dave was scared of her now,
the knife had pressed that fact home. He waited, defensively.
Cathy looked upon the boys cock, it was a full eight inches and looked
too large for the still underdeveloped body. But it was obviously
hard as rock, as the woman stared wide at so large a member. And only
the second penis she had ever seen in her life.
The hate welled up inside her, as she poked the base of the cock with
her small knife. Dave froze, his eyes wide with fear and begging.
She reached out with her free hand and encircled the last three inches
with a stern grip. For several seconds she marveled at the heat and
hardness of his big cock, before she smiled into his face.
Her voice betrayed her hate, something she wasn't very happy with, "I
don't every want to see you again Dave! And if you ever," she poked
the knife into his balls and he winced, "try something like that
again..." She spun around ignoring him, her threat real and he knew it.
The sound of his hurried dressing and then his footsteps as he ran out
of the house.
Cathy washed her hands, then finished preparing supper.
That very night, Cathy lay wide awake unable to sleep. She was
tossing and turning for several long hours, her husband had come home
late and she pretended to sleep while he came to bed. Perhaps a hour
later, she had dug into his pajamas bottoms to fondle his cock, it
soon hardened under her attention. She wanted to be loved by her
husband, and began to kiss his face and neck. He was even pressing his
hips up, his cock stroking in and out between his wives hand, enjoying
the firm pressure.
Ralph was still asleep, but a part of him tried to push the hand out
from inside his pajamas. But couldn't. His wife had lifted her long
flannel night shirt up to her waist, her bare sex pressed rhythmically
against her husbands hip. She whispered between kissing, "I love
you...your so hard darling...please wake up..." He groaned in his
sleep, then rolled over. Her hand pulled out from inside his pants as
she lay two feet away from his back, feeling very lonely and
passionate.
Cathy rolled off her bed and went into the bathroom, where she closed
the door and turned the light on. Very quickly she pulled her
nightgown off and sat down in the bath tub. She filled it with warm
steaming hot water. Then she added a tablespoon of baby oil, to
soften her already soft skin. Gently she lay back, her head resting on
the plastic pillow behind her, trying to relax. Hoping that the warm
bath would enable her to sleep.
For several minutes she began to doze off, her mind wandering
aimlessly. Then a mental picture of the young boys hard cock waved in
front of her face, inches in fact. A small drop of clear thick liquid
appeared at the tiny opening of its shiny purple dome. She stuck out
her tongue to lick it up.
Cathy awoke, very abruptly, from her dream. A warm hand cupped and
squeezed her sex, while the other was pinching a nipple, her tongue
was even sticking out.
Embarrassed, she got out of the bath and pulled the plug to empty the
rapidly cooling water. She closed the plastic curtain and turned the
nozzle to start the shower. A cold water shot at her with extreme
pressure, and she withstood its torment for as long as possible. Then
she quickly dressed and returned to bed.
She finally sleep.
The next morning, Cathy finished making her husbands lunch, and as
usual she put it into his briefcase for him. Something stopped her
from closing the lid, and for several seconds she was unable to
decipher what. She studied the interior of the expensive leather.
Inside she found the usual items. But a loose receipt lay inside the
clear plastic on part of the lid. She pulled it out, and read the
distorted writing. Her husband had purchased almost three hundred
dollars worth of goods at an exclusive lingerie store downtown. The
receipt was dated almost a month ago, but written across its front
was, "Exchanged pink stockings for red. R H" It was initialed by her
husband.
"What the hell." She wondered what he was buying underwear for, she
had certainly not seen it. Perhaps it was a surprise present for her?
But he hadn't given anything sexy since before their daughter was born.
Maybe he bought it for a friend at work...? As long as that friend was
a man who was going to use it for his wife. Cathy doubted it. A cold
chill ran up her spin as the realization of her husbands infidelity
hit her. He could only be buying it for another woman!
Calmly she closed the lid and went back to the kitchen.
After her husband called out that he was leaving, she headed towards
the study and began to systematically search. It didn't take long.
The account book, that held Ralph's finances lay on top of his desk, a
page open. She read only a few pages, and saw several purchases that
didn't reach the house, also a large sum of money, labeled
miscellaneous. A very large sum of money.
She sat back and took a breath, the idea that her husband was
cheating on her would never come have even come to her. She studied
the account book, seeing these discriminate purchases often and over a
long period of time. A part of her didn't believe it and wanted to
find out for sure. Needed to find out! Her home life was in jeopardy,
the base for her existence near shattered.
Cathy returned to her normal Monday duties.
The next couple of days, Cathy ransacked the house, pulling apart her
husbands office, his drawers and even his shaving kit. Always, she
was careful to replace everything as it was before trashed it. Only
after several hours did she think about the garage, and her husbands
work space. She again pulled the dusty room apart.
When she did find something she was very startled, deep down she
didn't think she was going to find anything, couldn't believe her
husband could cheat on her. An envelope! A thick brown envelope,
without any adhesives closing it.
Of course, Cathy opened the flap and dumped the contents onto the
hard wood work counter. The first thing she saw was black and white
skin. Initially she couldn't make out the photograph, but finally
recognized pale white skin and dark ebony skin, intermingled and both
sweaty.
The picture was taken very close to the bodies, and only the two
adjoined hips could be seen. The next was very different, the black
girl was on her knees her mouth encircling a pale shiny cock, her eyes
were looking upwards beyond the camera. Her face was very attractive,
her body thin and athletic, and she was very dark, she had long
straight black hair and red polished nails.
The third picture was the familiar photo of the dark skinned girl
kneeling over a mouth, facing his feet. The mans face was hidden, his
penis standing straight up in the air. While the woman showed her
pleasure all over her face. Cathy felt a chill run down her spin, the
initial feeling of disgust over the graphic photos turning into fear.
Quickly she flipped to the next photograph.
Their, smiling in sexual excitement and delight, her husband smiled
up at the other woman, who was kneeling over his lap. The picture was
taken from behind and to an angle from the copulating couple, so his
slimy wet cock was visible between her thighs, as it was about to
again drive into her.
One by one, the betrayed wife examined every picture, until she
mentally memorized every image. Coldly she replaced the pictures and
the envelope as she initially found it. Every one had been more
explicit than before, until the final picture had him straddling her
face, stroking his penis while thick white fluid landed on the
womanize skin. The contrast between her dark skin and the pearly white
liquid was sheer poetry.
The housewife went back and began the evening supper, bottling up her
emotions, getting ready for her family to come home. When they did
she would greet them as she always did, happy and cheerful. The
perfect mother and wife.
A week after the discovery of her husbands true nature, the pretty
woman lay sunning in her back lawn. Her body mostly exposed to the
harsh rays, since all she wore was the skimpiest string bikini, no more
than a thin cord running up the crack of her bum, while the string
holding up her top was undone to allow the sun to give her a complete
tan. At first she was a little nervous, especially since she learned
someone had watched her before. But now, she didn't care, she wanted to
see what another person thought of her. And if she could discover that
while sun tanning, so be it. She had been having doubts about herself,
figuring she could not please her husband anymore so he found a younger
and prettier woman.
Just last night, she prostituted herself to her husband, allowing him
to do his husband duties in under three minutes before quickly falling
asleep. Cathy hadn't even had the time to get wet, so the ride had been
painful. Every night for a week she had silently offered herself to
hubby, and they had sexual intercourse only twice in that time. Both
unfulfiling. Yet she considered it her duty to the vow she made many
years ago.
Cathy almost fell asleep, in fact she was dozing off for almost
twenty minutes when a glint caught her eye. At first she didn't know
where it came from, there was no one behind the fence that she could
see. She relaxed, while also keeping an eye out.
There in the second story window of he neighbors, the sun had glinted
off something, probably glass. Her eyes saw a shadowy figure behind
the glint. She relaxed, pretending indifference. Next door, it could
only be that Billy kid, his parents were rarely home. If she remembered
correctly he was a year younger than her daughter. She guessed the kid
probably had binoculars over their, spying upon her person.
A wicked thought came to her head and she turned around, slowly and
leisurely, while leaving her bikini top off to the side. Her large
round breasts swayed as she lay onto her back, her knees bent slightly
as her legs were spread. Of course, it was for the sun, so it could tan
her inner thigh. Cathy's nipples hardened, she got goose bumps as if
she was cold, she wasn't. She closed her eyes, but snoke quickly peeks
through a half-open eye-lid. She saw the shadow come closer to the
window, hands and the spy-glass visible in the daylight. A part of the
woman wanted to cover herself immediately up, the other wanted to let
the teenager have a good peek. The latter won.
For what seemed like an eternity for her, she lay almost completely
exposed. She had to control herself to stop her from running into her
house. Her mind thought of many things, but soon centered on what Billy
looked like, perhaps what was underneigth his clothes. When she
realized she had a damp spot forming on her crotch, she decided to end
the affair. She picked up her things then slowly and calmly walked into
the house. Feeling triumphant that she had the self control to allow
herself to reveal her body that way. And also another man had found her
attractive, enough to spy upon her while she was "unawares".
Her husband had always told her to get a housekeeper, now finally she
had hired one. A Mrs. Contez, or Mary. She started tonight with the
evening meal. The woman was thirty years old, but still looked
attractive, yet weathered. Strong and thin, her frame was small and
lithe. Cathy suspected the woman was an illegal immigrant, yet couldn't
care less as long as she was a good housekeeper. When questioned, the
woman said her husband was living in Mexico, saving to come and live
together again. She had one son, who had run away from home two years
ago and never seen again. She would live in the small room behind the
wash area.
Initially her husband looked questionably upon the new woman, then
agreed to her staying. While he also became more rare in his own
household, going on business trips more often. They had not had sex for
some time, she hadn't bothered trying again. Cathy had checked for the
hidden photos, but found they were gone.
For three weeks she lay in the sun, but never displayed her breasts
again, but still wore her tiny bikini. Almost every day she saw the
familiar shadow looking down upon her near-naked loins. At night she
often fantasized about a man she saw in a mall or a masked man with a
large bulge in his pants. Only a few times did her fantasies cause her
to unconsciously stroke or fondle herself. It was during these
self-love times that she discovered her most sensitive spots, more so
than all the years of sex with her husband.
"Mrs. Hubert," Mary's voice called out to her, "there is a boy here
to see Darlene?" She was looking out the back window, waiting for her
order.
"I'll come in Mary." Cathy stood up and pulled her bathrobe over her
bikini. She went to the front door.
Dave stood, obviously nervous, pacing the large foyer. He looked up
when he heard the patter of feet on the hard wood. Immediately he
looked panicky, and seemed about to grab for the door to escape.
"Hello Dave." Cathy was pleased that the sight of her caused such
a hurried reaction in the little shit. But when she spoke, he froze
and silently turned around. He wasn't able to keep his eyes lowered,
but often looked up and into the older womanize low-cut cleavage. It
only took a couple of seconds, but Cathy realized he already had a
hard-on from looking on her.
Not unexpected, she didn't feel self conscious as she would have a
couple of weeks ago, but only felt amused and pleased. "I thought I
told you never to come back here..." Her voice held just the right
amount of venom to cause him fear.
He visibly shook. Cathy could hear the sound of running water as
Mary cleaned dishes. She noted that fact only because she wondered if
it was safe to...
"Take it out Dave, before you hurt yourself!" She pointed at his
bulge.
With a puzzled look, the boy unzipped his pants, obviously too scared
to disobey. It didn't take long for him to pull out his oversized
penis, it pointed upward at the ceiling. It was the second time Cathy
had seen his cock, but this time she was shocked how large it was, how
it resembled those cocks in her fantasies. She felt herself wet in
excitement. She took two steps forward and immediately grabbed his
large cock firmly.
Cathy spun away from him and walked down the hallway, of course he
had to follow. She led him to the study, where she promptly feel
into a large chair facing the boy, his open jeans two feet in front of
her. The bathrobe fell off her shoulders and landed around her waist,
she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, one at a time. Careful to
constantly hold the throbbing member in her small hand.
Dave's eyes zeroed in on her large breasts and almost naked chest.
The cleavage long, her skin soft and supple looking. Both globes were
topped with a pointy nipple straining against the thin fabric.
Cathy examined the penis minutely. The bluish veins running raggedly
over the length, the ribbed contours, the purplish smooth head
pulsating, and the heat was almost overwhelming even in her hand. She
caught her breath as a small drop of clear liquid appeared at the small
opening of the penis. She pumped the long pole once, the drop fell down
to land at the top of her right foot. The sight of the shiny liquid
against her tanned brown skin was very attractive to her, it caused her
to hesitate before again addressing the young youth.
"You have some nerve coming here after what happened last time?" He
didn't answer, only looked embarrassed and tried to keep his eyes off
her chest. His sweaty youthful smell drifted over her. All of her
senses were heightened, she felt the heat of the moist air on her
sensitive skin. Time slowed down for her.
Only when Dave groaned did she come out of her almost ethereal state.
She realized, her hand had been rhythmically pumping his cock, causing
him much enjoyment. The boy was swaying on his feet, his eyes were
closed and his hands clenching the sides of his pants. Every muscle in
his body was tensed as the middle aged woman continued to work on the
large penis. Her body was still and only her hands were moving,
stroking along the full length of the boys ridged cock. Cathy's eyes
were glued to the head of the penis. A guttural groan escaped his
tightly clenched lips, while his body quivered in expected delight.
Her eyes opened wide as the first shot of sperm flew towards her,
Just as a bullet, the liquid projectile flew towards her in a arc then
landed on her almost naked bosom. She gasped in pleasurable surprise,
watching the thick white liquid stick to her smooth skin before another
shot of spunk landed on her chest. Cathy looked up in time to see the
penis continue to cum, but now it only dribbled out. The sperm
splattered upon the top of her naked foot and the floor. A new smell
assailed her nose, cum!
Dave almost slide to the floor in the sexual exhaustion he felt,
While Cathy continued to milk the young cock dry, only letting go when
the penis was considerably smaller and softer. The boy finally opened
his eyes, then immediately panicked and ran from the house. One last
look behind him, he saw his friends mother studying the pearl colored
sperm that coated her chest. Without a word or thought, he left,
leaving the doors open behind him.
Cathy was completely centered upon the dampness on her chest, she
pulled aside the flimsy cloth covering the roundness of her breasts.
With a quivering hand, the same that had milked the young mans cock, she
rubbed the thick warm liquid into her skin, until her chest was shiny
with the life giving liquid.
She was even unaware of her new maid, come to the open door and stand
startled for almost two minutes before quietly slipping away. And of
course, she couldn't have noticed the quivering lower lip or the wide
eyes.
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