Unusual Relations Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Unusual Relations Ch. 01 by HottieOlwen,HottieOlwen Author’s introduction: Once again I have returned to a favourite theme of mine: that of putting a totally vanilla acquaintance into a fictitious scenario whereby she is portrayed as a pain-loving, submissive slut. I have changed her name, and all the other supporting characters (Richard and myself not withstanding) are figments of my imagination. As usual, I include the rider that all sex described takes place between consenting adults of at least eighteen years of age. I hope you enjoy my fantasy. Please consider using the scoring system when you’ve read this story, and don’t forget to leave a comment.

“Mrs. Simpson! Fancy seeing you here! I don’t think we’ve met since you taught Dewi all those years ago.”

My heart sank. Mrs. Gaynor Harris hadn’t changed much at all. She still looked as if she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. Her hair was a riot of frizzy, knotted curls and her blouse and skirt were dishevelled and full of creases. She put a heavy shopping bag down by the table at which I was sitting.

“I’m just going to get myself a coffee,” she continued in that breathless manner that had so irritated me when I was indeed her son’s teacher. “Would you like another?”

She nodded at my almost empty cup. “I’m having a latte. What can I get you?”

Given the reason why I was sat in the sunshine outside the coffee shop, I had to think quickly.

“I’m fine, thank you, Mrs. Harris,” I said, draining my cup. “I was just about to leave. I’m meeting an old friend, so if you’ll excuse me…”

I started to get up from the table when I heard a familiar voice.

“Mam? What on earth are you doing here?”

Once again, I got that heart sinking feeling. I might not have bumped into Gaynor Harris for years, but for the past six months or so, her son, Dewi, my past pupil, had been fucking me almost every weekend and sometimes midweek too.

I looked at Dewi and shook my head briefly. He winked at me and accepted his mother’s embrace.

“Look who I bumped into, love,” she said, still clinging to her tall, well built son. “It’s Mrs. Simpson. You remember her, don’t you? She taught you all those years ago.”

“Of course I remember her,” Dewi said. “How are you, Olwen?”

“Dewi! Manners!” scolded Gaynor. “It’s Mrs. Simpson to you. She might not be your teacher any more, and you might be a very successful barrister, but good manners cost nothing. I think you should apologise to Mrs. Simpson.”

Dewi looked at me with a grin.

“Are you going to tell her or am I?” he said.

I was flabbergasted.

“Um… what exactly do you mean by that?” I asked.

Dewi ignored my question.

“What do you want, Mam?” he asked. “Your usual? Olwen? A flat white? Sit down, the pair of you. I’ll get us all a coffee. Mam, by the time I come back, you’ll have told Olwen everything. Then, you’ll shut up, and listen to what Olwen and I have to say.”

He strolled into the coffee shop and Gaynor and I looked at one another.

“What the hell was that all about?” I asked, and Gaynor blushed a deep red. It made her round, pretty face rather attractive, I thought. She opened her mouth to speak.

“Just before Dewi came home from University, my husband left me,” she said in a very quiet voice. “He is still living with his secretary, who is only just older than Dewi.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I interrupted. “You and Dewi seem to have survived that traumatic experience very well. Dewi is doing great things professionally, I hear.”

Gaynor looked at me with a strange expression.

“How do you know that?” she asked, “you haven’t seen Dewi since he left to go to University, surely?”

At that moment, Dewi came back to our table.

“I’ve ordered our drinks,” he said. “It’s waitress service out here. They’ll bring our coffees out soon.”

He sat down between Gaynor and I and looked at us both.

“So,” he began, “how are we doing? Have you told Olwen yet, Mam?”

“No dear, I was building up to it,” Gaynor replied in an even quieter voice. “I’ve told her about your father and Rosemary though.”

“A perfect example of ‘NOT like father, like son’ I guess,” smiled Dewi, emphasising the negative. “He fucks dolly bird bimbos. Whereas I prefer more mature cunt. Don’t I Mam?”

I looked at him in amazement. Since we’d started fucking, I’d told Dewi everything about my Hot Wife lifestyle, and he in turn, had made no bones about the fact that whilst he enjoyed our time together, I was not the only woman he was fucking. It suited us both perfectly.

Gaynor’s face was now an almost permanent deep red. She wriggled uncomfortably on her seat.

“Won’t you tell Mrs. Simpson, dear?” she pleaded with her son. “I’m so embarrassed. I never thought you’d tell anyone about us.”

“Don’t give me that!” Dewi taunted his mother, reaching for her hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze. “I know exactly what floats your boat. I’m willing to bet that your cunt is dripping wet now. It’s not only pain that turns you on. You love a bit of humiliation too!”

He turned back to face me.

“When I came back home from University, I needed a job,” he began. “You know that I moved back into the family home. I say ‘family home’, but by then my bastard of a father had already moved out to live with his secretary. I came home one day from an interview I’d had to find my mother in my bedroom with her tits out and a big rubber cock up her cunt. She was wearing nipple clamps and jilling herself whilst sniffing a pair of my used underpants.”

He broke off as a young waitress approached our table with our coffees. She placed two large cups in the centre of the table.

“Those are the flat whites,” she informed us. “Whose is the warm milk?”

“Oh, that’s for my mother,” Dewi smiled, indicating Gaynor with a nod of his head. “Caffeine isn’t good for her. I’m sorry to be a nuisance, but do you think you could bring us a straw? Mummy is a bit of a messy drinker. Unless she has a straw, she usually gets her milk all over her blouse!”

The waitress looked at Gaynor with contempt, and went to get her a straw. I was too amazed to say anything, but when it was just the three of us again, Gaynor said in a low voice, “Thank you, Daddy. That was just perfect. And yes, you are right as usual. I’m dripping wet!”

She looked at me.

“You must think I’m disgusting,” she said defiantly, “but a woman has her needs. I was so depressed after Rob left me to be with his whore. Dewi came home as he’s described and caught me pleasuring myself. I didn’t need much persuasion to take him into my bed. We’ve been lovers for about a year now.”

“Dewi’s been fucking me for about six months,” I replied, sipping my coffee. “That’s why I’m here. We arranged to meet after I’d finished school for the week. I was going to take him home and have a weekend of sucking and fucking. It seems those plans have gone up in smoke!”

The waitress returned with Gaynor’s straw just as Dewi said, “What are you talking about, Olwen? Of course nothing’s changed! I’m coming home with you just as we planned. But I was going to ask you a favour this weekend, even before I saw you and Mam chatting.”

He smiled up at the waitress who handed Gaynor the straw.

“That’s perfect,” he said. “Thank you so much.”

The waitress rolled her eyes and left shaking her head. What she thought of the scenario she had just witnessed was anybody’s guess.

“What was the favour?” I asked Dewi coldly. “I’m not sure that I’m in the mood to grant any favours!”

Dewi grinned.

“You are wonderful when you’re angry, Olwen,” he teased. “Your voice is so sexy when you’re giving someone a row, and your nipples go hard too. Look! They’re doing pokies!”

He was right. My nipples were hard and I had that tingle in my clit too. I couldn’t be angry with Dewi any longer. I winked at him. “Go on then,” I smiled. “Ask your favour.”

“How would you feel about strapping on and fucking my mother?” Dewi asked with a grin. “I’ve always fancied seeing her being fucked doggy style whilst I skull fuck her. I know you’re bi-sexual. Do you think you could indulge my fantasy?”

I looked at Gaynor, who was daintily sipping her warm milk through the straw.

“One of my rules is that anything I get up to when I’m playing has to be consensual,” I told her. “Dewi is right. I do fuck women as well as men. I’ll strap on and fuck the living daylights out of you. But only if you agree to it. I’ll not force myself on anyone.”

Gaynor smiled at me.

“I’m a slut,” she confessed. “I love to be controlled. I do what my Dewi tells me to do. So if I have to agree to your terms, that’s what I’ll do. Please Mrs. Simpson, will you wear your strap on and fuck me whilst I’m sucking Dewi’s cock?”

I smiled at Dewi, who looked like the cat who got the cream.

“It seems you have a deal, big boy,” I told him. “When do you envisage this threesome taking place?”

“Oh I think in about twenty minutes from now,” Dewi replied, draining his coffee cup. “You and I had plans for a weekend of sex. Nothing’s changed. We’re just going to take Mummy Dearest home to yours as well. She can watch us fucking after you’ve done the deed with your strap on. Is Richard home tonight?”

“Of course,” I replied with a smile. “He loves to watch too, as you know. It’ll be a new experience for him. Sharing watching duties with your mother! But he won’t be too pleased to have to share his cream pie!”

“Don’t worry about that,” Dewi grinned. “I have a feeling that there’s going to be plenty of cream pie around this weekend. Richard will have enough cum to clean up. I intend fucking the both of you several times before the weekend is up!”

He stood up, and my experienced eye immediately clocked his hard cock tenting in his trousers. My panties were distinctly damp, I realised. I took Gaynor’s hand and pulled her to her feet.

“None of that ‘Mrs. Simpson’ nonsense from now on,” I whispered to her. “Your Daddy calls me Olwen. You can do the same.”

I gave her a quick kiss on the mouth, feeling extremely reckless as I did so. Gaynor blushed again.

“Thank you, Olwen,” she said quietly. “I can’t wait to have your strap on in me. I think this is going to be one hell of a weekend!”

To be continued…