Happy Mother's Day, the day after, to me. I spent it with a ..

Happy Mother's Day, the day after, to me. I spent it with a guy who was just a thought in his father's balls when I had two kids. And, after telling my husband that, once again, Scott has a shame boner. What goes through his head? I would love to know, especially on days like today, Mother's Day. I spent the holiday with a 30-year-old who masterfully pumped sperm in my guts 3 times yesterday. He fucked me into a cum oblivion to the point I was so cum retarded I forgot my name. Then after letting me recover, he slipped his dick in my asshole, stretching it slowly, letting me feel that uncomfortable stretch transform into pure pleasure until he got balls deep. So deep, he moved things around inside of me with the head of his dick. That feeling of my innards being rearranged and resized made me cum so intense I couldn't breathe.

He took me home, and we sat in my driveway, kissing, and this sounds bad but I wanted my neighbors to see us. Then he pulled his dick out and told me to suck it before I went inside. A 30-year-old, owning me, making me suck his dick on command. If I had any self-control, I would have walked away. Instead, I spent 45 minutes in the driveway making love to his dick with my mouth. I had to...I wanted to...truthfully, I needed to. That 45 minutes of his cock slipping in and out of my throat felt like 30 seconds. When he fed me his cum, it was his third load of the day, and it wasn't that much, but still enjoyable to drink.

Then when I finally did get in the house, I told Scott how Shane's cum felt, hot and thick, swimming in my pussy and ass all day, and how I sucked on his dick in the driveway, swallowing every drop till my belly was warm with fresh hot sperm from his balls. I told him how we passionately made out in front of his house, not caring if the neighbors saw us, hoping they did. Then I shared Shane telling me he loves me and me telling him the same. And what is Scott's reaction besides a defeated look? His dick is rock-hard, like he's getting off on the humiliation. I took it further and described Mother's Day, how I spent it riding Shane's dick, my pussy milking him as he fucked me raw, his cum painting my insides. Still, Scott's erection stayed, like he's getting off on the image of Shanes cum marking me as his. Maybe it's the ultimate kick—knowing I'm gone now, that I've been fucked into submission by a better man. Something he could never do. Is that what makes his cock so hard that he cums without touching himself? Or maybe it's just Shane himself, he pictures the image of a stud half his age who took his job and is now rewriting our story, taking his wife with every stroke of his dick in my pussy. Every pump of sperm in my body makes me a little more his in ways I never was or will be with Scott.

I just don't know. But when I saw Scott's eyes glaze over and his mouth open, I knew he was cumming in his pants. The wet spot soon followed, getting larger by the second. Now he looked humiliated, and as fucked out as I was, my clit was rock hard. I admit it. I masturbated in my bedroom alone with a vibrator, thinking about Scott's humiliated face from cumming in his pants. Happy Mother's Day to me!