Porn mags and ... ?

“Ohmigawwd!” The shrill cry of surprise filled the room, Dara unable to cover her mouth as both hands were supporting the mattress. Her eyes were wide as they took in the sight before her. It should be no surprise to any mother to find a stash of porn magazines underneath their son's mattress. But what really made Dara curious were the three panties scattered among the magazines. As the only female in this household, Dara immediately knew they didn't belong to her. Determined to investigate this matter more fully, Dara lifted the mattress and propped it against the wall.

There on the boxspring, lay five magazines, all bearing the same title, “MILF Magazine.” 'I've never heard of this one before. I thought Playboy and Hustler were the popular ones.' Dara scanned the images on the covers of each magazine and quickly noted that the beauties pictured were more mature looking than what she would have expected. Knowing this would probably take a little while, Dara took a seat upon the boxspring next to the assortment, so as to not disturb their location too much. Picking up the closest magazine she eyed the quite buxom brunette on the cover, her long curls draped artfully over her obviously robust breasts, teasingly hiding her nipples. Her face had no wrinkles, but showed a well-crafted aging, that radiated confidence and sexuality. Curious, Dara began flipping through the pages, never once reading a single word of text, rather focusing on all the women featured in the magazine. The first several pages were devoted to a redhead posing in various stages of undress. The white lace undergarments complemented her features well, and enhanced her already well-endowed breasts, lifting and pressing them tightly together. The images progressed to complete nudity, revealing large pink areolae capped with dark red nipples that were thick and long. Her pussy was on full display, showing a clean shaven mound and engorged labia, glistening with excitement. The following page revealed several shots of the woman openly masturbating. Dara's eyes were glued to the fingers plunging into the flowered depths, the blood-filled lips sucking the invading digits deeper. Dara could feel her own pussy beginning to twitch with need and anticipation as a knowing warmth spread through her body, settling between her slowly parting thighs.

Dara flipped a couple pages and found similar images of an Asian beauty, whose wide hips were the only indication of her true age. Her skin radiated and glowed a healthy essence, illuminated even more so in subsequent pictures as she disrobed and began masturbating for the camera. Dara was so lost in the pictures that she hadn't noticed that the sash on her robe had loosened, allowing the robe to part open as she unwittingly ground her thighs together, trying to relieve the growing itch.

She came across the main feature, a full ten page layout of the woman on the cover. The pictures of this beauty were much better than the others, very craftily laid out, capturing every essence of her beauty. Her long brunette waves, no longer hid her glorious breasts, her large melons were firm and without much sag, nipples proudly standing at attention atop the mountain peaks. Her lace lingerie outfit was artfully positioned, allowing a glimpse of her excited sexual core. Dara was drawn to each successive picture, the lovely pale skin in contrast to the dark curls. She instinctively brought a hand up to her own breasts, fingers gently teasing the nipples, finding them already hardened as she continued to ogle the model. Tiny jolts of electricity spread throughout her torso at the feathery touches, increasing heat settling between her loins. Dara scanned more pictures of the beauty as she disrobed the flimsy covering, fully exposing her nudity to the camera. Dara's eyes focused on the manicured nails, gently prying apart her labia, exposing the pink interior for all to admire. Dara bit her lower lip as her free hand slid down over her own mound, the heat from within burning her hand. Her fingers slid along the glistening slit gathering the waters that had already spilled past the dam. With practiced ease, Dara spread her lips in a similar fashion mimicking the model on the pages before her. As each picture was revealed, Dara continued to copy the model's actions, clearly imagining and feeling what the model was feeling at the time of the shoot.

'This feeling is like, soooo intense! Like doing this in front of a hot, hunky photographer! Wow! Masturbating for my pleasure, turning him on at the same time. All those people looking at my body! They think I'm, like, really hot. My gawwd! This is sooo exciting!'

Just as the other pictures before, the brunette had evolved to openly masturbating, as Dara did likewise. This time fingers were slipping inside her sluicing canal, plunging in and out while her palm came in contact with her throbbing clit. Periodically, Dara would pull out a coated finger and vigorously rub her love juice over the swollen pearl. Her thighs quivered with anticipation, rippling sensations coursing throughout her body. Dara's breathing quickened as her heart rate increased … and she CAME! She thrashed upon the boxspring violently, the orgasm rocking her to the core.

The next thing Dara realized was waking up sprawled out on the boxspring in a position much like the woman on the centerfold spread out next to her. How long had she been out? She could not answer. How had her robe been discarded, laying on the floor at her feet? She did not know. Too weak to move, she lolled her head to the side, and once more admired the beautiful woman that inspired her own release. 'Gawd that was amaaaaaazing!'

After a few minutes recuperating, Dara sat up and gathered up the magazine, quickly scanning the remaining pages before placing it back in it's original location. The pages towards the back seemed to be less professional looking. Every picture was of a different woman, mostly masturbating. The only difference, were these women were masturbating with … toys? There were dildos and vibrators of every imaginable proportion shoved in varying depths of every orifice imaginable. While this had definitely piqued Dara's interest, she was too tired to continue. Dara sat up and ensured the magazines didn't look too disturbed. 'At least I know where to look next time I need some release!'

She was about to get up, when the feline curiosity struck again. 'Wait! The panties? What the …' With nervous trepidation, Dara's fingers reached for a pair of lavender lace panties that were practically see-through except for the very tip of the crotch. She picked them up to inspect them more closely. They definitely were not hers, but were very similar in size. Her flaring nostrils immediately picked up a scent that demanded further investigation. A heady aroma, thick, with a hint of floral essence, and perfume assaulted her airways. She brought the crotch slightly closer to her nose and sniffed deeply. The smell was vaguely familiar to her own, but yet very distinctly different! 'I wonder where he got these from? He doesn't have a girlfriend, so I have to wonder …?' She placed the lavender pair back and reached for the next pair. It was absolutely nothing but white strings and a very small triangular patch. Dara held up the thong which was way smaller than the lavender set! 'I don't know how anyone could wear something like this.' Once again, Dara brought the measly fabric to her nose and inhaled deeply. This time she was greeted by a much sweeter fragrance, a light floral bouquet and very little perfume. She returned the thong and reached for the last pair, a red pair, covered with lace rosettes in the front, tapering to a thong in the back. This pair was similar in size to the first pair and contained an extremely similar aroma as the the lavender one. Dara wasn't sure what to make of the situation, but returned everything back to its original location and dropped the mattress back on top of her secret find.

“Back to work,” she chided herself aloud, reminding herself that cleaning and laundry still needed to be done, not to mention all the other household chores … and her relaxing bath! She took the load of laundry and dumped it in the hallway. It was definitely time for that much needed bath. “No need to bother with the robe,” she told herself as she paraded through the empty house, into her bedroom, and straight to the bathroom. She started the water, dumped in some scented bath salts, and gathered up some towels for when she was done. She did a cursory cleaning of the bathroom while the tub was filling, not one to waste time. Once the tub was nearly full, she tested the water. “Too hot. Gotta let it cool down just a bit!” Again, multitasking at her best, she stripped her bed linens and replaced them with fresh ones, adding to the pile in the hallway. By the time she was done and returned to the tub, it had become more bearable.

Dara sat on the edge of the tub and swung her right leg around, gently easing her foot into the water, letting her body acclimate to the heat. Ever so slowly, she was able to gain footing at the bottom of the tub. Her left foot followed suit and soon she began easing her rounded bottom into the water. It wasn't easy slipping into the hot water, but as soon as Dara allowed the water to envelop her, her body immediately relaxed. Every muscle had ceased to strain, every bit of tension had left her soul and every worry in the world had been erased from her mind. She was in total bliss.

Dara closed her eyes and drifted … images fading in and out … pleasant happy thoughts … totally relaxed … not a care in the world. There she was in a fog-filled void of white, naked and on her knees. She was proud of her body, head held high, back straight, shoulders squared, chest thrust forward, her full, voluptuous breasts on full display. Her excitement was clearly evident, her stiff, puckered nipples poked prominently forward, demanding the eyes' attention. The moisture that glistened on her freshly shaven lips, swollen with desire, gave testimony to her arousal. She waited with baited breath for her lover to appear, confident that she would not be disappointed.

The fit male figure slowly appeared through the fog, making his way closer. She paid the man no attention as her eyes focused on the only object of her desire. His swollen penis, thrust forward from his groin like a soldier wielding his sword in battle, moving closer and closer. Her mouth slowly opened, wider and wider as he drew nearer and nearer, not a sound escaping her lungs. Her mouth prepared to sheath his mighty blade. Her tongue rolled out the red carpet, granting him the right to passage.

The fabulous flesh was placed upon her palate and she drew him in with ease. Her lips clamped over the crown, her tongue swirling and coating the ballooned tip with her saliva. The taste of his early seed falling upon the back of her tongue was quite heavenly. Happy, satisfied and content, she relaxed and granted him further access, deeper to the back of her mouth, his head now buried deep within. Her lips were pressed tightly to his groin, every beat of his heart reverberating in her mouth. She felt him twitch, the mighty rod pulsing wildly and she relaxed even more. His glorious offering just a moment away, she looked up to see his appreciation. David was looking down upon her with the greatest adoration she could have ever imagined, so she returned her gaze to his groin, his cock releasing torrents of cum into her mouth for her to swallow, which she happily obliged. She swallowed every droplet despite the obstruction in her mouth. Her joyousness never ceased, amazed at the resiliency of the appendage, still stiff and hard as ever. And as she continued to suckle and savor every bit of semen from the rod, the most amazing thing began to occur. It began to grow, larger and thicker, filling the voids and pushing deeper with the same amount of ease. Her mouth was stretched, lips taut as rubber bands, jaws acclimating with ease as the bulbous head eased into her throat. She did not panic, the elation and thrill rippled in waves throughout her body. Again, she could feel his muscled abs pressing against her face, her nose buried in the thick bush of his growth, his entire length, buried within her offering to him. Once more, she was able to detect the signs of her reward, her excellent efforts at pleasing him. Once more her eyes wanted to capture his as he looked down upon her, to see his mutual elation, just before his jubilant explosion. Her eyes tilted upward and lovingly appreciated the way Colin looked at her, a knowing hunger burning within his pupils. She refocused again on his masculinity and relaxed as he gifted her with copious amounts of his tasty cum, sliding thickly down her throat as she continued to swallow and suckle every last droplet he had to offer. And yet, just like before, the specimen of male virility had not withered one iota, rather, continuing to grow in girth and length as she fervently tended to its demands. Her jaws now ached with a pleasant pain as her throat expanded and stretched to accommodate its continued growth. Her airway was choked off, yet she did not panic again, breathing through her nose, the coarse hairs giving way to each breath. Pride filled her soul, a sense of accomplishment at what she had achieved fueling her very essence. She could feel every vein, every inch of taut flesh within her mouth and throat as the member reached its final resting place, deeper than she could ever imagine. Lips still pressed tightly to his muscular torso, unwilling to move until she was rewarded for her efforts, she remained still, using what oral muscles she could to squeeze and milk the very life essence from within. Her wait was not long, mighty volcanic tremors began to erupt along his length in rolling waves. And just like before, she felt compelled to look into his eyes to see his pleasure as he released into her. Her heart doubled in size as Tony looked down upon her, a wide smile upon his chiseled face, exhilaration coursing through her own veins as she felt his searing seed spurt from its source, sliding down her esophagus and pooling in her already filled stomach. She kept him there until every last bit had been taken from his body. It wasn't until that moment that the cock had been pulled from her mouth.

Dara gasped for much needed air, bolting upright in the tub, she found her left hand painfully mauling her tits, while her right hand was four-fingers knuckle deep in her pussy. She woke, confused, bewildered and completely flustered, trying to make sense of the quickly fading fog from her brain. The chilled water in the tub, and her nearly prune-like fingers and toes, were a testament to how much time she had spent in the tub. Had she fallen asleep and dreamt the most erotic dream imaginable? Or had she just relaxed and fantasized an incredible pornographic scene? In either case, her abused pussy, reminded her that she had most definitely masturbated quite intensely during the episode.

She toweled off while admiring herself in the bathroom mirror. Yesterday's bathroom masturbation replaying merrily in her mind. Striking various poses, she regarded her reflection and compared it to the women she admired in the magazine she had spied earlier. She wasn't so vain that she thought she was prettier than the women portrayed, but she was confident that she could hold her own. It wasn't until this moment that it suddenly dawned upon her that the women were much like her! “Like, ohmigawwd!” Her outburst startled even her. Tony was ogling women just like her, rather than young girls his own age! But then Colin entered her mind. He was the same age as Tony. 'Is this, like, what boys are into nowadays? It's kinda, like, cool and like, waaay flattering!'

Dara meandered back towards the bed and plopped down, regaling her recent revelations. A noticeable warmth spread through her body, causing a shiver to erupt. Her nipples hardened into stiff peaks yet again, drawing the attention of her hands. It felt like sharp diamonds cutting into her palms as she groped and fondled her breasts. Her mantra had returned, words appearing and floating in her mind. 'Masturbate … Need … Masturbate … Fingers' Without realizing it, Dara was, once again, deep in the throes of pleasure, images of cocks flashing before her eyes. Her sensitive clit responded eagerly to the attention given it, yet her canal lovingly suckled the three fingers pumping smoothly in and out. 'Masturbate … Fingers … Need Cock … Fingers Cock' The friction was building quickly. 'Such a SLUT' Dara thrashed upon the bed, her juices spilling over her hand noisily slapping her flesh. “Gaaaawwwwd YEEEEESSSSSS,” she hissed loudly. 'Love to masturbate … love fingers … love cock … thirsty for cock … love pussy coated cock' Dara dreamily drew her coated fingers to her parched mouth and suckled the cock coated with the taste of her creaming pussy. As her unique flavor fell upon her taste buds, and the aroma of her arousal assaulted her senses, Dara bolted upright once again. “Ohmigawwd! That's it!”

Dara suddenly realized why David's cock tasted so much different than Colin's cock! She hadn't fucked David prior to sucking his cock! His cock wasn't coated with pussy! But as quick as Dara made the mental connection, she became aware of something even more alarming. 'Wait! Tony's cock!' She recalled the honeyed nectar that she loved dearly when she had sucked his cock. She hadn't fucked Tony … yet! If it was pussy, whose pussy was on his cock? “Like ohmigawwd this is totally bizarre!” Tony didn't have any girlfriends.

Dara's querying was interrupted by her cellphone ringing incessantly!