Mothers day 3

Part one here

Part two here

We didn’t really want to go home from the summerhouse that evening, but with work next day we reluctantly agreed it was best not to stay another night. There were things to do before we could even think of going to bed, but my tellling Heather what I intended to do, at least in part, added a little thrill of tension to the atmosphere. Heather hates the idea of sex being inevitable, of us standing in the kitchen saying ”Well, that’s the washing up out of the way, I suppose we’d better go and do sex for half an hour”. She likes being taken by surprise. However she does get very turned on by me describing in detail what I am going to do for her. It’s a difficult balance. I, on the other hand, find inevitability part of the turn on. I like the idea of her being led like a lamb to the slaughter and if her wrists happen to be bound together under her chin and she is being led by a chain attached to a leather collar, then so much the better.

I showered, she spent an extra long time in the bathroom preparing herself. She was already wet and wide open when she came into the bedroom as I found out when she straight away squatted over my cock and sank down onto it, groaning as she impaled herself. This was a nice touch, she knows I like to dip myself well and truly inside her before I give her a fisting because it just doesn’t feel the same after.

She rolled off me again, onto her back, hoisting her legs in the air and grabbing her knees. She was eager to get started. I took off my engagement ring, lubed up my hand, parted the rim of hair around her labia and started to burrow into her with gentle twisting movements that made her shudder and moan. I traced around her cervix, pushing and nudging at it with a fingertip, then clenched the fist to stretch her just a little more and suddenly I had slipped into her right up to the wrist.

”It’s a long time since I had the kids” she started. ”I don’t think you’ll be able to get it all in”

”I’m already there, just relax”.

She looked down to see the my arm was disappearing inside her, then closed her eyes and threw back her head again. I curled my fingers round and started tickling the front wall of her vagina.

”Stop a minute” she said ”I think I might have to go to the bathroom for a pee”.

Or was this the build up to the famous female ejaculation we hear so much about these days? In any case, much as I would have liked to have found out seeing as she’s never experienced this as far as I know I think she will have to be very much better prepared before we investigate that one further. I am prepared to believe that she would thank me for it if we did but she does have a hang up about bodily fluids, plus we had just put clean sheets on the bed. I relented.

She turned over on to all fours and jutted her bum up into the air. Her cunt was now a gaping cavern ringed by hairs made matted and straggly by the lubricants. I plunged my hand into her one more time, leaving my thumb to pres into her arse. This, too, was delightfully open and I made her moan once more by squeezing the thumb onto the rest of the hand through the membranes separating them.

I reached down for the n-joy, our new best friend, and she squealed as she felt it’s coldness squeeze past her anus. Two further little pushes and the ’anal’ end of the toy was lying inside her and she was purring with satisfaction. Now the bit I hadn’t told her about; I lubed up my cock, laid it on the cold steel of the n-joy, gently pulled her anus a little wider open and slid myself into her along the length of that magic stainless steel wand.

”What the hell are you doing?” She gasped. But I was rapidly approaching my release and was too far gone to reply. As I clasped her hips and slammed into her my balls slapped against the protruding end of the n-joy, heightening the sensation and driving me to slam into her all the harder. Heather had her face buried in the pillow and was reaching back , scrabbling at her clit and trying to confirm that she really was being double-penetrated in the arse for the first time ever.

I came first but was still gasping for breath and shaking when she contracted hard on me and her cries, muffled by the pillow, told me that she too had reached that glorious state. I stayed in her for a good long while afterwards, holding her round the middle, cupping her breasts, kissing her wherever I could reach, while she aftershocks of our orgasms died away and the trembling calmed down. I pulled out slowly and then experienced the curious pleasure of withdrawing the n-joy, knobble by knobble from her anus and seeing it still dripping with my cum. Disgusting thoughts flitted through mind as to what I COULD have done with it, deep dark secret thoughts which will no doubt remain unuttered. As I said, Heather has a big hang up with bodily fluids. I made do with washing it in soap and water and putting it back in its box.

What can I say about n-joys that hasn’t already been said? Only this: If you haven’t got one already, buy one. If you have got one already, buy another one!

It might have been mothers day, but all in all, father didn't do to badly out of it either.



The Fat Controller would like to make it clear that he has no connection whatsoever with the manufacturers of the n-joy range. However, if a free sample or two were to come his way…..