Marie Shelly's Monster

You sit the nearest chair, the one by the window. For obvious reasons, Marie closes the windows. “Now I don’t want you getting too used to the practice model. Think of it as training wheels, but we’re getting ready for the Tour de France. Ok so,John, I want you to start with the simple hind mount.” She set the doll on the bed as if it were bent over and ready to ‘receive’. She sits down in the which is at a right angle to the chair you’re in and next to the nightstand giving her the best vantage point to watch you work. “Now just get comfortable, and hump the doll.” It was amazing how calm she was. Especially when compared to how not calm you were.

This was insane, but you do really like Mary. You unzip your pants and pull your penis through the fly.

“John, go head get completely undressed no point in being shy.”

‘Great,’ you think sarcastically. Her stare was intense. It bore into you. You undress and give your penis a few strokes to get it up. You are so stressed that it a good bit longer than you would have liked. Awkwardly you get behind the doll and insert. You swing your body back and forth, slowly, conscience of every move you make. All your nervous energy begins to build and your speed increases. Before two minutes have passed you can feel yourself ready cum. You try to hold back but you can’t. Your hold body tenses up and you explode.

Marie nods her head, “Yeah I was afraid of that.” She grabs a tissue and pulls your dick out. She meticulously cleans you and the doll.

“I so sorr…” you try to apologies, but she interrupts you.

“No, no don’t worry, in fact worrying is the problem.” She smiles.

“What?” You are quite confused at this point.

“Look, Grasshopper you’re so nervous that you hold it. The key to time is staying relaxed. If your stressed it’s hard to get up and keep up. So, as long as you’re so uncomfortable around me, we’re never going to get anywhere.” She finally finishes cleaning out the doll. “Wow, that was a lot. You got a shit load of potential Grasshopper you just need to calm down, learn how to use it.”

“Oy, so just what do I need to do, um get comfortable?” you ask anxiously.

“Oh that’s simple enough John.” A mischievous smile crosses her face. “I just have to get you completely ‘desensitize’ to me.” This is definitely not helping your stress levels. She sits you back in your chair. She sits across from you on the bed. “Now I’m going to masturbate and I want you to watch very closely.” She reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a 10” long silver vibrator. “Even though you have just cum, you’ll probably still get an erection. I don’t want you to jerk off. You need to get comfortable with women, I sure your already very ‘comfortable’ with yourself.”

She hikes up her dress and de-attaches her black garter belt she had been wearing from her stockings. She sensually pulls down a black lace thong. Her pussy is trimmed but not completely shaven. She has a single strip of brown hair. She leaves the thong down around her ankles. She refastens her stockings. She spreads her knees apart, forming a diamond with her legs and turns on the vibrator. Marie slowly inserts the vibrator into her quim. Her face turns red as she begins to stroke in and out and in and out and in and out. Her breathing hastens. You hear a shloshing sound as she plunges deep into her own cunt. She was right; in spite of the fact, you had just cum you are soon erect again. She begins to twist her nipples through her shirt, and moan with each reinsertion. She switches back and forth between playing with her tits and her clit.

It is too much your hands slide down your raging cock. But, before you can do anything Marie screams, “NO.” Out of breath but never stopping, she speaks again more composed, “Don’t do that, remember just watch me.” It is difficult you want to cum so badly, but you hold back your hands. You obediently follow instructions; for thirty minutes you are subjected this ****, but you hold out. At last, in a tremendous scream she finishes.

“Ok,” she heaves. “Good you held out. Now come here.” She pats the place on the bed next to her. You obey. Your penis is still rock hard. “Alright, now this is going to be just a ‘getting to know you’ fuck, so don’t worry this doesn’t count.” She takes off her high-heels and the thong.

“Um, you said um ‘fuck,’ do you mean that y…” Again, she interrupts before you can finish asking a question.

“Yes, John, I said Fuck, that means cock in pussy. I do think that you’re the right build and personality for Mary, but you really need to get over you inhibitions.”

“Mrs… Marie, what I mean is I could deal with the doll, and the watching still was not sex. But, to actually sleep with you, is just going too far. I mean when you told Mary, did she think that we would have sex.”

“I never told Mary anything,” says Marie. “It is better if she remains naïve about all this John.”

“I am going to make this simple for you, either you work with me, or we tell something so horrible about you that she’ll never come near you again.”

“You won’t find anything tell her.” You desperately assert.

“John, I’m her mother she believe me so as I don’t make it too outrageous.”

This whole thing was screwed up. Learning to be better at having sex had not seemed so outrageous, but somehow you had had it firmly in your mind that she would not have wanted to fuck you. You had no idea that Mary’s mother would go behind her back like this, and now your own naivety had you trapped. Marie pushes you on your back and set you up so your head is on a pillow and your flagpole is at full mast. Marie straddles you.

“Marie, d-don’t we like need a condom, or something?” you stutter, still quite worried.

She laughs. “Honey, didn’t Mary ever tell you about that scare on her right arm?”

You’re very puzzled, “what scare?”

She replies, “Granted it’s very light, but she never mentioned it?” You shake your head no. “Well, about ten years back we were all in a real bad car accident. A piece of shrapnel flew in and tore up my womb. It would take an act of God to get me pregnant. And I know you don't have anything for me to catch. Now, Sugar it’s all alright, stop worrying, that’s what today is about, stop worrying.”

She reaches under her dress and guides your cock in. Her Pussy is so warm and so very hot from all her masturbating. You slide in easily. “John, don’t try to do too much, I’ll fuck you, so you can get used to it.” She starts moving up and down on top of you. It is wonderful. You smile. She smiles back, “that is it just enjoy it.” She undoes her top, and pulls her tits up out of her black lace brazier and pinches her nipples. “Do you want to try Hun?” She asks.

“Well, sure I guess.” You reply a bit less nervous. You start at first just by kind of massaging her breast. But, it is not long before you are tweaking and pulling on them. She definitely seems to be enjoying it, as she starts really pounding your cock. Sweat is pouring from both your bodies.

“JUST STAY RELAXED,” she moans. You try to concentrate on staying relaxed, on not tensing any muscle but letting the pleasure just come.

You get an idea. You slip your hand under her dress, you search for a moment and then when you find it you begin to rub back and forth over Marie’s clit. “OH FUCKING MOTHER OF GOD!” she screams. You keep it up and she pounds you all the harder. You let yourself go and your other arm behind her. You start slamming your hips up to meet hers. You are both grunting like wild animal. You pull her close enough so that you can suck on the tits of your girlfriend’s mom. The idea of how wonderfully wrong this is passes through your mind. Your whole body shudders with excitement. You sieze the other nipple and begin to flick your tongue over it. This sends Marie over the edge and she begins to orgasm. The contractions of her cumming pussy cause you to cum to shoot a massive load into her hungry puss. “Cum in my fucking TWAT!” she cries. You both scream in ecstasy.

For a while, she just lies on top of you, your semi-deflated cock still in her pussy. You gently suck on her tits.

She gets up on her hands. She gazes into your eyes, “comfortable?”

With a bit of a nervous laugh you answer, “Y-Yeah.” You smile, and she thinks that your stutter is merely weariness.

“You go ahead and get dressed.” She puts her shoes back on, but snaps that thong at you like a rubber band. It land right on your dick. “Keep it as a souvenir of your first time.” She says with a wink. “Oh, I don’t think I really have to tell you, but don’t mention this to Mary.” She leaves you to get dressed.

You are very confused. You feel awful. You did not want to cheat on Mary, but did really feel like you had a choice. To make it worse you really really did like the sex. You felt thoroughly guilty about enjoying it. In addition to guilt you felt scared. You felt scared because you could remember a moment when you lost complete control, and all you were thinking was 'I HAVE TO FUCK HER.' And because even now there was a part of you saying you have to fuck and soon.