The next morning, mom wakes me up as she’s leaving to visit the lawyer. “I’ll probably be home before lunchtime.” She says, kissing me on the cheek. “Thanks again for last night.” She whispers, rubbing my ass through the sheet. “I’ll see you later.”
“Take your time.” I tell her. “There are a few people I want to see this afternoon.” I say, turning on to my back, pulling the sheet off and exposing my morning hard-on. “I’ll need the car when you get home, but I’ll be home for dinner.” I say, as mom bends over the bed and plants a big sloppy kiss on the tip of my cock. My cock responds with a jump and mom trails her tongue down the length of it, and kisses my balls.
“Mmmmmm. That’s nice.” I say, spreading my legs, as mom stands back up.
“Sorry, I can’t be late for the lawyer.” She smiles, apologetically. “I’ll make up for it tonight.” She says, hurrying out of the bedroom. “I love you, Nick! Have a great day!” She calls from the front door.
I hit the shower and I’m toweling off as the doorbell rings. I figure it’s Maggie, so I don’t bother getting dressed. Looking through the peephole, I confirm it’s her and stand behind the door as I open it. She wearing her trademark halter top and shorts outfit, this one in shades of blue. She looks terrific and my smile is instantaneous. She’s already smiling, but it widens considerably when she sees I’m naked and already sporting a significant hard-on.
“Wow! You always answer the door like this?” She asks, reaching for my hard cock, as I close the door behind her.
“Only for women I know well enough.” I smile, pulling her into an embrace. I untie her halter-top, while my tongue probes her mouth. She’s stroking my cock, as I pull the material from between us and crush her soft tits against my bare chest.
“God, you feel good!” I breathe, as my hands cup her ass cheeks through her tight shorts.
“So do you!” She whispers, squeezing my hard cock for emphasis. We’re still in the entry way and I’ve got my back up against the wall, as we continue grinding our bodies together. Her mouth finds mine and we are writhing against each other, with our tongues entwined.
“Nick!” Maggie sighs, pushing back away from me so she can undo her shorts. “I feel like I could cum, just kissing you!” She pants, pulling down her shorts and her bikini panties together and kicking them away. “Take me to bed, Nick!” She cries, pulling me towards her and grinding her bushy mound against my hard cock, as her tits press into my chest. Gripping her ass cheeks, I dry hump her hairy mound, while plunging my tongue back into her sultry mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Maggie grabs my hands and pulls me down the hall. Maggie is facing me and walking backwards down the hall, excitement beaming from her face.
“You’ve awakened me, Nick!” She says, almost giddily. “Last night, Frank came home right after you left.” She continues. “I was still in my sheer robe, so he naturally assumed I had waited up for him.” She smiles, shrugging. “What the hell, I thought. I felt alive and energized from my orgasms with you, so I played along.” We’ve reached the bedroom and Maggie sits on the bed, pulling me towards her. “Frank was his normal tender and loving self.” She continues, while licking around the head of my cock and nibbling on the underside of it. “And I came like a fucking geyser!” She announces before sucking the head of my cock into her mouth.
“That’s fantastic, Maggie!” I say, humping my hard cock between her lips and twisting my fingers through her hair.
“Thank you, Nick.” She says, softly, looking up at me, while her hands stroke my cock and balls. “You’ve made me feel like a whole woman again!” She smiles, scooting to the middle of the bed and lying back. “What do you want to do with me today, Nick?” She asks, clearly giving me permission to do whatever I want. Before I can answer, she spots something on the ceiling and sits up, her ample tits bouncing wonderfully against her chest.
“Have you found the toys?” She asks, getting off the far side of the bed and bending down.
“What toys?” I ask, following her around the bed and looking over her shoulder, as she pulls open a drawer that mom and I had missed. The drawer is filled with all sorts of sex toys that I had only seen on websites; dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, leather cuffs and a pole with chains attached.
“These toys!” She says, looking over her shoulder at me, as she picks up a double-sided dildo. “This is the one I used to fuck Harry with.” She says, showing it to me. “This was better than the first one he bought. See this part here?” She points to a curved piece of rubber about six inches long. “This end goes in my pussy with this little piece on top putting pressure against my clit.” She says, showing me each piece. The other end is about eight inches long and cock shaped. “The first one was just a harness and a cock, with nothing for me.” She says, tossing it back into the drawer.
“What’s the pole for?” I ask, figuring I could guess at the rest of this stuff.
“That, my young friend, is what we’re going to do today!” She says, pulling it from the drawer. “Stand up on the bed.” Maggie says, pointing up to the ceiling. “See those two round plastic things in the ceiling?” I had barely noticed them, but now that I was standing on the bed, I could see them clearly. They were three inches around and about three feet apart, painted to blend in with the color of the ceiling.
“Push against one side of the circle.” Maggie instructs me. It swivels up when I push on it, revealing a metal eyebolt behind it. “Push the other one, Nick.” Maggie says, excitedly. “Now, snap these hooks into those, eyebolts.” She says, handing me the three-foot pole with the chains. On the end of each chain is a clasp that I fasten into each eyebolt, creating a trapeze bar over the bed.
“What do you think?” Maggie asks, as she pulls four leather, buckled cuffs from the drawer.
“How does it work?” I ask, as Maggie starts fastening one of the cuffs around her ankle.
“I’m going to show you, Nick.” She says, handing me one of the restraints. “Put this on my other ankle.” She says, lifting her foot onto the bed. I look at the cuff. It’s about two inches wide, has soft padding on the inside and a belt buckle to close it tightly around her ankle. On the side opposite the belt buckle is a thick metal ring. As I fasten it, my eyes keep shifting to her exposed pussy, as she rests her foot on the bed. Her lips are barely visible through the tangle of curly black hair.