Escape To Luxury

Paul Hardy Jr. returned home late-night, around 2 am, after his college graduation party. His friends urged him to stay to grab one last rowdy night before he left town for his new job but he wanted to be home with his mother – Patricia (Patty) Hardy.He silently walked into the living room through the garage. Patty was on the extended chaise, head resting back with her eyes closed, and her hands holding a hardbound book to her chest. He did not want to wake her up. He reached for the thick woolen throw to cover her, at the same time removed the book from her chest to place it on the coffee table. The letters on the book – “OUR PRIVATE JOURNAL” – made him curious. Dad, Paul Hardy Sr., passed away when Paul Jr. was eleven. Patty worked hard to ensure they maintained the same quality of life that Paul’s dad provided. A very positive woman, Patty, accompanied and participated in all activities related to her son. She did not socialize much and being conservative in values and views, she kept to herself. Paul loved his mother and he wanted to give her the best; fulfill all her wishes and make her dreams come true.That night changed everything. His mother snoozed comfortably on the chaise. Paul picked up the book and went to his room. Turning the lamp on the nightstand, he fell back on the bed flipping through the journal. The first twenty-odd pages were words of love exchanged between his parents. He had tears in his eyes as he was reminded of how close and loving his parents were.He continued to flip through the pages. He came to a section written in bold – MY DESIRE – written by his dad. It was dated a few months before he passed away losing the battle to cancer. The section read –“Patty, the love of my life. I desire that we meet again and marry to be parents to our loving son – Paul. I desire you to maintain this lifestyle and forever give the best to each other as long as you live. Be well, safe, and prosperous. Patty – go live a full life. Your adventures should be the envy of all.”Paul raced through the pages and then found a freshly marked section – THOUGHTS – which seem to be more recently written. He recognized his mother’s beautiful cursive writing. There were random words under each section – Paul Sr. and Paul Jr; describing her love and desires for bonus veren siteler each of them. Then, he turned to the section that said – ME. He began to read his mother’s deep desires, fantasies, and secretive thoughts that no one knows. “Wow!” he exclaimed as his jaw dropped when he read softly….“…. Paul Jr. is a young man now. Wonder if he will understand my physical needs. My desire to be ravaged by multiple men and women. A night of wild uninhibited passion or days of intense loving, being a Doe among many Bucks…”He smiled, “Mom always loved rabbits. Now I know why.” He continued his reading and saw her bucket list included:Well-endowed men (color does not matter). Ravaged through all my openings, hmmm… anal will be an adventure. Taste multiple men at the same time. Golden Shower. Hell! – I want to be FUCKED SENSELESS.He closed the book and quickly went back to place it on the area rug next to his sleeping mom. I looked at his mother and thought to himself, “I am going to make it happen.”It has been two months since Paul Jr. left town in pursuit of his career. Patty began to get used to her newly empty nest life. She kept the house immaculate, almost like a museum, always ready for visitors. However, while at home she paid little attention to the way she dressed and appeared. She enjoyed her independence and freedom to be semi-clad or naked when she wanted. Often, she looked into the mirror at her five feet six inches body, her C cups with large nipples, and hairy pussy. She seems always wet and her clit felt very sensitive to touch. She felt like a ripening fruit yet to be eaten; a mature flower waiting to be deflowered.Friday evening, a package arrived. The label read aloud “ESCAPE TO LUXURY”. She was amused as she opened it, thinking, “Must be a marketing gimmick.” She pulled out a white silk evening dress and exclaimed, “HA,” and opened the enveloped invite – “You are a winner of an evening in luxury. Evening of July 3rd at 6 pm. Your ride arrives at 4. The dress is all you need to bring with you.”Patty laughed, “The invitation is for tomorrow. Must be a joke.”She looked around and inside the package for clues. A few minutes later, as she placed the white silky dress on the couch, the telephone rang. She answered to hear bedava bahis a deep soft baritone voice, “We will ring your bells tomorrow evening on for a day and bring in the July fourth fireworks. This is happening for real. After tomorrow you will no longer need the toy in your nightstand.”Patty was suddenly frightened and afraid. She called her son to share the unexpected event and her fears. Paul heard his mother speak for good ten minutes, before he responded, “Ma. I heard about these events before. They typically last about eighteen to twenty-four hours, and every activity is consensual. I think you should give it a try. You have nothing to lose.” After about thirty minutes on phone with her loving son, she felt confident and more convinced that she should explore the invitation.That night, she tried on the dress. It fit like it was a customized made-to-order to her figure. Her breasts held up firm and her enlarged erect nipples pushed against the silk cover. She admitted to herself, “I do look sexy.” Suddenly her imagination of what may happen made her vagina wet. She reached for the nightstand.It was as though someone was watching her; the phone rang again and the same deep voice sounded, “You are not allowed to play with yourself tonight. Leave that for us tomorrow.”Patty felt compelled to obey the command. She shut the nightstand and removed her dress to lie on the bed naked. She cuddled to the warm long pillow next to her and thought about the two important men in her family and fell asleep.Patty woke up late on Saturday. The clock on the wall was striking eleven. She washed quickly and picked up the sandwich and milk from the refrigerator. She picked up the phone to see numerous texts. All of them from her son, with one exception that propped up with an image. She hesitantly opened the message to see three naked human bodies with a caption, “Pick your first.” She had three choices ‘A’, ‘B’, and ‘C’. She stared at the three bodies and chose ‘A’ – what appeared to be an athletic, fit, body with a dropping thick penis.“Is this for real?” she wondered as she stared at her three choices again.A message popped up again, “Your first choice is Jon. Drake, Ryan, and others will follow too.”Patty smiled. She put the phone down to take deneme bonus a shower again before she put on the dress sent to her. There were no more messages for the next two hours. She put on her favorite purple panties and a skin-colored bra and got into the white silky dress. As she admired herself in the mirror, a message arrived on her phone, “Your ride is here.”It was half-past three. The doorbell rang, followed by two to three knocks. Patty adjusted herself and opened the door to find a woman in her early thirties, in a driver’s attire, smiling, “Hi there. I am Susan. You look lovely. Congratulations on being a winner today.”She did not let Patty respond or speak. She continued, “I have a checklist I need to follow before we leave.” She turned Patty around and quite professionally, “You got to get rid of that bra.” She proceeded to go down on her knees and Patty felt her hands move up her legs to touch her panties, “These have to go too.”Patty stepped back, “I am not sure I can do this.”Susan moved closer and whispered, “I said the same words too.” Patty felt Susan unhook her bra and pulled them away, dropping them to the ground. She went down on her knees again and pulled Patty’s panties to her ankles. Her fingers played with Patty’s wet labia as Patty stepped out of her panties.“My you are a wet one.” Susan dipped her fingers into Patty’s lips and put them to her lips sucking in Patty’s wet juices on her fingers. She rose back to her feet and pulled out a blindfold to cover Patty’s eyes. Patty followed her lead as she heard the front door close behind them. Barefoot and blinded she followed Susan to the car. Susan’s hand protected her head as she entered the dark stretch limousine.It was warm inside. The windows were closed and tinted. Patty felt the presence of another human being with her. Susan eased the car out of the driveway and soon was speeding on the freeway. Patty heard a whisper, “So what made you choose ‘A’.Patty could not find words to answer. She felt two hands on her thighs and they forced her legs apart.Susan loudly, “Jon, she is a wet one.”Jon placed his fingers on Patty’s pubic hair, “a hairy one too.” He laughed.“Oh my God!” Patty thought as his thick fingers parted her pussy lips. She felt his breath on her cunt and his tongue stroked her clit. Her hips raised and she felt him press his tongue on her clit hard. Her hands reached for his bald head as she screamed, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” He continued to lick her. She heard him slurp her juices as she shook violently to a moaning orgasm.