Carl took good care for me

Beginning

I met Carl at a bar after work. He seemed to know I was on a gay journey and stepped right in to get some of me. He said he likes my type. Middle age, confident, and clueless about the gay lifestyle. He is about my age. He says he's been gay since birth. He took me into his bedroom and showed me some stuff I never would have thought of. 

Carl's stuff

"Let's make you my bitch", he said. I figured I'd be his kneeling cock sucker and that sort of thing. But he had grander ideas for me. He told me he's always wanted to fuck his stepmother. He said he didn't like her and would fuck her hard and brutally if he ever got the chance. He said he wants me to play some make-believe for him. He thinks I might pass as his stepmother with the right makeup and clothing. I'm kind of slim and 6 feet tall. He said I'll be perfect. then he will force me to do kinky sexual acts, just like he would with his bitch of a stepmother. 

While I showered I shaved as smooth as possible everywhere, ass asked. With her picture on the dresser, he positioned a wig on my head just like her hair. He stood back to survey the look. He watched me closely as I applied some lipstick and eyeliner just like hers. He handed me an open bottom girdle, stockings, and a longline bra to put on. He told me it is the underwear she used to wear. 

He even had the dress she was wearing in the photo. A knee-length white dress with cute blue flowers around the collar and hem. It fit me pretty well considering it was a woman's dress.  There were silicone breast forms for the bra cups. The bra said it was a D cup. The breast forms were large, heavy, and felt real. I looked at myself in the mirror with him looking over my shoulder. Then back at the photo on the dresser. 

While I was gazing at myself, seeing the pretty woman in the reflection, Carl was buckling a large black leather studded dog collar around my neck. He seemed to be in a strange zone like he was possessed. I looked back over my shoulder at him, when he said in a stern tone: "I've been waiting for a long time for this, Joan. I'm going to fuck you hard, like the whore that you are, you cunt!"

Before I could remind him that I'm still a novice at this, he popped the knotted part of a long thick scarf in my mouth. The ends were pulled back behind my neck and tied up.  I witnessed the woman in the pretty white dress being collared and gagged, with wide-open surprised eyes, right in front of me. "Mumph! 

"I felt like I wasn't really there, or didn't wish to be. I was feeling like I was in an out-of-body state. At least for a short moment. 

Using nylon stockings and pantyhose to bind my arms behind my back and legs together he had me sitting on the bed, helpless. As he was taking off his shirt and dropping his jeans, he gave me a long, serious stare. "Hey, I know you're not really her. I'm not that crazy. But I am going to fuck you like you were."

Mummphh!!!

I've had quite a few gay lovers. I've done some weird stuff I probably would have preferred to not have, and someday hope to forget. But being treated like a mom slave was very kinky in a fun sort of way.

Because I was gagged he saved throat fucking me until much later in the evening. Pushing me on my back, he climbed on me, ripped the front of the flowered dress apart, and began tit fucking the huge D cup breast forms in the sexy lace bra. As he was squeezing and bouncing on me, he said he took 3 Viagra before I arrived. But he was healthy and didn't really need any. His 7-inch cock was hard, throbbing, and relentless. As he mounted my chest, a bottle of sex lube emerged in front of me, releasing a long stream of purple love lube. 

He was talking as he slipped his hard cock in and out between the large rubber boobs. "You've always wanted this haven't you, you bitch?" He was gripping the breast forms hard, looking me in the eyes. He would look through me, muttering "Bitch, Cunt, fuck hole," etc. "The bra, the top of the dress, and his cock were sloppy wet from the slippery lube he had squirted all over my chest. He kept humping and stroking away until he finally showed signs of coming. Just before he gave a loud grunt and blew all over my chest, he held my head and slapped my face. "Take this you fucking whore!"

Some of his jizz settled around my mouth. I could taste some of it seeping by the scarf gag. One more groan and a good thick stream hit my face. He laughed as he hung his cock over my face, dripping more cum all over it. I closed my eyes. 

"Don't give up on me, mom. I'm just getting started!"

After a brief pause, Carl brought over some ladies' lace panties. He used them to wipe up all the goo covering my chest and my face. He gently removed the scarf but quickly replaced it with the dripping wet panties. Balled up and roughly stuffed in my mouth. "You can taste me for a while longer, you cum whore."

Tied in with a nylon stocking, I am mouth gagged again. But this time filled with dirty panties and a double load of cum. Wet, sticky, and pretty fucking disgusting.

Mummph!

It didn't take but 5 minutes for Carl to be ready for round two. I remembered him telling me about taking the Viagra. He climbed on the bed, grabbing the dress from the top and ripping it down over me, pulling it halfway off. The pretty longline bra, girdle, and smooth bare skin were very exposed. 

He rolled me on my tummy while I was struggling to free myself from the nylons tied around my wrists and elbows, "Now I'm going to fuck what little brains you have right out of you, you worthless cunt!"

Mummph!!!!!!

With my face pushed deep in the pillows, I felt him pulling the girdle up so he could easily reach my tight little boy cunt. He spanked my ass cheeks really hard, calling me filthy names again. One cheek then the other. Giving my sore butt cheeks a good hard working over. But just when he was swatting one more time, he popped my ass cherry and just kept pushing in. When I wiggled to get free, he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed hard keeping my face and the rest of me pressed down. "Don't try to get away, you bitch! You are never getting away from this!"

He pounded away for what seemed like hours until I passed out. I woke up under the bedspread, sticky and still in the bra and girdle. My mouth, butt cheeks, and little hole were very sore. The wet nasty panty gag and nylon bindings were gone. But it didn't take me long to realize I was still wearing the collar and some new items as well. A set of matching leather hand and ankle cuffs were strapped on tightly. 

As soon as I began to move around, Carl was back. "Get up and get into the fucking shower, you filthy bitch!" I guess it wasn't over, was it?

Telling to leave the bra and girdle on, he roughly pushed me into the walk-in shower, following me in. After just a quick rinse, he pushed me to my knees. "Time for you to earn your way out of here, you stupid whore!"

Finally, something I was somewhat familiar with. I've sucked many more guys off than I've had fuck me. He was talking while I did my best to please his fat, hard cock. The shower spray on me kept the words just a mumble. But I could tell he was speaking rough and aggressive from his pulling my hair and forcing my head back and forth. 

Once again, he gave my face a rough slap just as he blew his load. I let out a loud "Ahh fuck!"

Carl left me in the bathroom to dry off, ordering me to leave on the ladies' underwear and reposition the wig, so I'm still in character.

When I came out he was standing in the middle of the bedroom, naked and hard as a rock, with a black dress over his arm. "You wear this when you're in the mood for some serious cock sucking, don't you?"

I shyly nodded. He reached out, handing me the dress. 

"Good, because the BJ in the shower sucked. But you're going to make up for that, aren't you, mom?"

I looked up at him, continuing to nod.

With a video camera in my face, the black satin dress slipped on, my hands cuffed in front of me, my ankles locked together, and his cock sliding down my throat, I tried my best to be the best I could be. Fortunately, after two more orgasms and a lot of cum in my mouth and dripping over me, he seemed satisfied with my efforts.