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Mirror, Mirror
by RomeoWriter (romeowriter1976@yahoo.com)

***

A desperate housewife fails to win the sexual affection 
of a stranger, and so turns her sinful desire to even 
more forbidden fruit. (Fm, inc, 1st)

***

Denise was nervous. She was biting her lip with 
anticipation because she knew that the plumber would be 
here any moment. She looked at herself in the full 
length mirror in the living room for the fiftieth time 
to check her makeup and decided to pop just one more 
button on her blouse. She smiled at the sight of her 
own heaving breasts. "You still got it, babe!" she 
assured her reflection and walked to the window to look 
for the plumber's truck. She had rigged the sink to 
clog and desperately needed a man to work her pipes. 

It was only 12:00 pm and her husband would not be home 
for hours. Plenty of time for a roll in the hay, Denise 
thought and looked herself over once more. She sat down 
on the couch and checked out her curvy legs and decided 
to remove her pantyhose. The bare look worked well for 
her and she knew it. She slowly removed each one as if 
she were teasing a stranger just in front of her, and 
let them drop to the floor. She crossed and uncrossed 
her legs in a seductive fashion, running her smooth and 
silky legs over one another before slipping her heels 
back on. 

Denise felt a presence out of the corner of her eye and 
jumped when she saw her son, Derrick, standing at the 
edge of the hallway. "Oh my god! You startled me 
Derrick! I thought you were going to Jason's?" she 
asked him, but the twelve year old just stood there 
with his mouth open and his head in the clouds. She 
realized that he had been watching her little 
exhibition and became awestruck at the sight his mother 
acting in such a way. 

He was still staring, prompting her to try to pull her 
skirt down a bit, but it would not cover anything below 
her mid-thigh. "Baby. Derrick! Are you ok?" He finally 
snapped out of it and cleared his throat before he 
spoke. "Y-yeah, Mom. Uh, I'm leaving right now." He 
said and bolted for the door. She took a deep breath 
and lay back against the couch.

Denise drifted off into a daydream and imagined herself 
screwing around with not one, but two guys at once. It 
was just one of her many fantasies that she used to get 
herself off. With her husband away so much and less 
than affectionate at home, Denise often found herself 
alone with her sexual frustration. The passion welled 
up within her soul until everyday thoughts of lust 
turned to dark fantasies that she felt no one could 
understand. Certainly not her husband. 

Her fantasy always started off as a three-way with two 
men, but she could not get the image of Derrick 
standing there, gawking at her body like he had. In her 
mind, the two men transformed into two young boys. She 
closed her eyes and thought of Derrick's little friend, 
Jason, and the new boy across the street whose name she 
did not yet know. Denise knew it was wrong, but her 
pussy began to tingle at the thought of these two 
little boys using her for their pleasure. Her hand 
slipped under the waist of her skirt, her fingertips 
tracing lazy circles around her lips... DING-DONG!! 

Denise was rudely awakened by the doorbell. He was 
here. She snapped out of it and consulted the mirror 
one last time. The man impatiently rang the bell again. 
"I'm coming!" she hollered to the front door. After a 
deep breath, she opened the door for him and let him 
in. He wasn't quite what she had expected, or even 
hoped for. The man was about 2 inches shorter than 
Denise and a bit more out of shape than she liked. But 
this didn't matter; she was desperate and God help her, 
so very horny from sexless nights and bothered by 
fantasies that would make the devil blush. The plumber 
skipped the introductions and went right to work 
without so much as a glance at the Milf's amply 
delicious rack. 

She followed him into the bathroom where the sink had 
clogged and tried to make small talk with the plumber 
whose first name she didn't even know. She sat on the 
toilet with her legs crossed, leaning slightly forward 
to accentuate her cleavage. "So, um, my name is Denise, 
what's yours?" She said awkwardly. It had been so long 
since she tried to gain a man's attention in this way 
and felt a bit clueless. 

"What? Oh, Jake," was his only reply as he crawled 
under the sink, leaving Denise out of sight. "So how 
long have you been doing this, Jake?" she continued. 
She heard him grunt from underneath, "Lady, I'm 
charging by the hour, so if you want me to get this job 
done ASAP, give me a little space, ok?" 

She was surprised by his rudeness and apologized 
sheepishly. She excused herself and retreated back to 
the living room where she began to feel stupid for 
thinking she could turn Mr. Fixit into Mr. Fuxit. 

Denise went back to the mirror, defeated yet even more 
frustrated. She studied her image in the mirror and saw 
nothing undesirable about the hot mom that stared back. 
She made pouty faces at herself, as if blowing kisses 
and ran her hands up and down the length of her 
voluptuous body. She pushed her titties up with her 
hands, then back down to her backside to cup her big, 
round ass. Her hands filtered through her flowing dark 
hair, tousling as she gritted her teeth and squinted 
her eyes like a woman in heat. 

That's when she realized she wasn't the only one 
creating a reflection in the mirror. At about fifteen 
feet into the background, the silhouette of a young boy 
could barely be seen in the shadows of the hallway. 
Apparently, Derrick had not left the house after all. 
He was there in the hall to the bedrooms, just past 
where the plumber was still working, watching his mommy 
with intense curiosity as she alluringly handled 
herself. 

Denise kept up the charade and pretended not to notice 
her son's spying eyes. The pace of her heart quickened 
with a surge of adrenaline; she was excited at the 
thought of Derrick taking pleasure in what he saw, so 
she poured on the charm even thicker. She hiked up her 
skirt a bit more to reveal everything below the bottom 
curve of her round buttocks and stood up on her toes to 
accentuate her beautifully built calves. 

She raised one manicured hand to her lush lips and 
inserted her forefinger. She began to suck her finger 
as if it were the most delicious cock she had ever 
tasted. She would have moaned but she was afraid the 
plumber might hear. A glance at Derrick portrayed a 
little boy smitten with the taboo erotica that was 
displayed for his viewing pleasure. 

"All set in here!" a gruff voice abruptly announced 
from within the bathroom. Startled, Denise spun around 
to see the repair man walk out of the bathroom with his 
tools. Derrick was gone. 

Jake the plumber approached her as she regained her 
composure and pulled her skirt back down to its proper 
position. He held up a pair of pink silk panties that 
were no longer pink or silky anymore. "This is what was 
clogging your pipes, ma'am," he told Denise with a 
condescending glare. "Oops! How did that get in there?" 
she said with a smile and tried not to turn red. 

The man finished some paperwork and handed it over for 
her signature. "I'll bill ya," was all he said on his 
way out the door. Denise was glad to see him go. 'What 
a miserable bastard,' she thought to herself, 'What a 
waste of time, what a mistake.' The only thing she got 
out of this disappointing experience was a $200.00 
plumbing bill and a deeper sense of sexual frustration. 

She escaped to her bedroom and locked the door behind 
her. She popped in one of her favorite videos and lay 
on the queen-sized bed with vibrator in hand. On the TV 
screen, five young men (who looked to Denise to be of 
age, but she could not be sure) took violent advantage 
of an attractive older woman. They stuffed every one of 
the poor woman's intimate orifices with their swollen 
cocks as she wailed in protest. Denise always put 
herself in the victim's place when she watched this 
video.

As the porno began to make her juices flow, she slipped 
away into her previous fantasy. She thought of little 
blond Jason nibbling at her engorged clitoris and the 
nameless young neighbor tracing her anus with his 
tongue. If she had her way, these boys could have 
anything from her. In her mind, her imaginary and 
immature lovers took turns on her body, alternating 
from her cunt to her mouth so that she could taste her 
own pussy on their sweet, little cocks. It became 
harder for Denise to mentally focus on a child she 
hardly knew and so he was replaced by none other than 
her own son, Derrick. 

Denise's eyes snapped open with an intense rush of 
excitement. She was about to come, but she trembled too 
much to hold on to her rapidly moistening pussy. 
Feeling a little dazed, she stopped the tape, sat up 
and headed for Derrick's room. The door was locked. 
"Honey, open the door," she demanded in a cracked 
voice. 

After some silent hesitation, the shy boy opened the 
door. Denise saw a sheepish look of guilt on her son's 
pre-adolescent face. "Not going out today, honey?" she 
asked. "No, Mom. I changed my mind." he said, avoiding 
her eyes.

"Why don't you come watch TV with me?" Denise asked 
him. 

He was reluctant, but eventually agreed. She took his 
hand and led him to her room. Denise hopped up on her 
bed and motioned for Derrick, who was still standing at 
the door, to join her on the bed. He slowly walked 
towards the bed and climbed up next to her. She had 
never seen him act this bashful; it reminded her of the 
way grown men sometimes behaved when she flirted with 
them. 

"Come closer, silly. You can't see the screen from 
there," she said, and pulled him between her long, bare 
legs. Denise sat against the headboard and Derrick 
nestled his small back against her ample bosom. She 
surfed through endless channels of boring programs, 
unable to pay attention to anything but Derrick and the 
growing desire to be intimate with him. She closed her 
legs a little tighter on him, gently squeezing him and 
massaging his chest with her free hand. 

It was exciting to feel his rapid heart beat match the 
pace of hers. She believed that deep down, Derrick knew 
what was about to happen, and she wanted to also 
believe that he wanted it too after the way he had been 
secretly gawking at her. She smooched him lovingly on 
the top of his head as her soft hand found its way 
under his t-shirt. She liked the feel of his soft, 
baby-like skin. 

Her kisses moved further down his neck and finally to 
his face, where she saw the most nervous little boy she 
had ever seen in her life. "It's ok, baby," she 
reassured him, "It's ok. I love you, sweetheart."

He was petrified. She placed her mouth on his and 
kissed him fully, sliding her tongue into his little 
mouth. Derrick finally moved, placing his small hands 
on his mommy's thighs. Denise swelled with lust at his 
electric touch. She turned off the TV and began an 
extended make-out session with her own son! 

She encouraged him to turn and face her where they 
continued to show their affection for one another. 
Derrick became emboldened and began pawing at her, 
feeling up her massive mammaries and reaching under her 
to grope his mother's perfectly oversized butt. If any 
other man groped her like this, Denise would kick him 
out in a heartbeat. But this was her little boy and he 
could do whatever he wanted. She knew he was just 
learning, and besides, the attention was flattering.

She gently pushed him away and looked into his eyes. 
"Do you want to see more of me?" she teased, slowly 
unbuttoning her blouse. Derrick was still again, but 
not for long. His jaw dropped open when he saw his 
mother's pretty titties fall out of her bra. 

He made an attempt at her but she denied him. "No no," 
she said, "Now you have to show me something. That's 
how it works, Honey." 

He said nothing, but he followed her orders and began 
to undress. She was surprised that he shed everything 
at once and could not help but giggle. Derrick covered 
his privates with embarrassment. 

"Oh, baby. I'm not laughing at you," she assured him. 
"Here, pull these off me and we'll be equal." All that 
remained of her clothing was her sexy skirt, which 
Derrick hastily gripped and yanked away. He scooted 
close to her but seemed unsure what to do next. 

"Do you think I'm pretty, Derrick?" Denise asked of her 
son. 

The boy nodded his head and blushed red as an apple. 
She loved her boy dearly, but at that moment she grew 
fond of him in a way a mother never should. She began 
to touch him, on the face and chest, but then down to 
his most private regions. She was thrilled to see his 
young cock become rigid in her manipulating hands. A 
wordless sound of ecstasy escaped Derrick's lips. 

She whispered in his ear as she stroked him, "Do you 
like the way that feels, baby? Do you like me touching 
you like this?" 

He responded with a hoarse voice, "Yes, Mommy, I like 
it a lot." 

Denise was growing hot with desire. His little boy cock 
felt so good in her hand that she knew it would feel 
even better elsewhere.

Derrick sat with his legs hanging off the side of the 
bed and watched his mommy kneel in front of him. She 
told him to relax just as she put her lips to the head. 
She became moist with the taste of bitter-sweet pre-cum 
and greedily licked off the drops as they formed. She 
could no longer control her forbidden passion and took 
her boy's dick into her mouth. 

Derrick shuddered with surprise and delight. He never 
thought it could feel this sensational. Denise licked 
him up and down, sucking and slurping as Derrick 
squirmed. He was a bit small, but she knew he would 
grow with age and soon his penis would be long enough 
to tickle the back of her throat. 

Denise was charged up and sucked him furiously. Above 
her, Derrick was starting to breathe rapidly, she could 
tell he was at his end and she wanted that cum so 
badly. It had been too many years since she tasted hot 
cum on her tongue. Her pussy became juicy with 
anticipation as Derrick started to spasm and cry out. 
He flooded his mother's loving mouth with a fluid 
reward and Denise was more than happy to accept every 
drop, swallowing it down as if it were honey.

She gave his cock one more lick and stood up before 
him. Derrick was bewildered. He could not believe what 
she had just done. His mother glared down at him, 
feeling a slight sense of satisfaction. But this had 
only whetted her sinful appetite for something more. 

She took his hand and made him stand. He was still a 
full foot shorter than she was. She pulled him in 
closer and kissed him on his mouth again. Their hands 
slid up and down each other's trembling bodies. Derrick 
was fascinated by the exquisite shape and softness of 
his mom's body, his hands all over her ass and hips. 
Denise felt his dick become hard again and she decided 
to take things further, much further. 

"Come here, honey," she coaxed, and lay her fine body 
upon the bed. She watched him watching her, and turned 
on the charm. She groped her breasts and lift her legs 
in the air; she wanted Derrick to want her badly, and 
he did. "Come here baby. Come here, Derrick. I want 
you. Don't you want me to make you feel good again?" 

The boy cautiously moved in between her legs, scanning 
his mother's eyes for approval. Denise smiled and 
pointed a finger at her juicy slit. "I want you to put 
it right there, Derrick," she commanded, and he 
complied with her wishes. He leaned in and awkwardly 
poked his cock at her vagina, eventually finding what 
he was looking for. They both gasped as he pushed 
himself in. She encouraged and instructed him how to 
make love to a beautiful woman. He did just as she told 
him and thrust himself in and out at a gentle pace. 
"Good boy," she said to him, "that's my baby." 

The air in the room was thick with dirty sex. Denise 
was losing herself in this experience and bottled up 
screams of passion let loose from her lips. "Am I 
hurting you, Mommy?" Derrick asked like a little boy. 
"No baby, you are making Mommy feel SO GOOD!" She 
looked at his face. Through the contortioned faces he 
made, Denise could see herself and her husband in his 
facial features. 

Derrick unconsciously began to accelerate his thrusts 
and pounded his mother into the mattress. Oh, how good 
it felt to feel her little man slam her hips into the 
bed and hear the groaning springs beneath them as they 
fucked. Large mirrors covered the closet doors on the 
other side of the room, and in them she saw a filthy 
reflection. 

Denise saw a sexually depraved woman taking advantage 
of a young boy who was not old enough to make these 
adult decisions. This young boy looked so much smaller 
than the woman in the mirror, yet he fucked her like a 
man. Dirty nasty feelings welled up inside her heart, 
and Denise felt the beginnings of a beautiful orgasm 
form in her loins. She inhaled sharply as this powerful 
climax rippled throughout her needy body. 'This is so 
wrong,' she thought, 'I shouldn't be fucking my own 
son.' These thoughts sent her on another wave of 
ecstasy. 

As she settled down, she realized Derrick was going to 
lose it. Denise was too much for him to handle. She 
couldn't let him cum inside her; that would be 
dangerous. She figured she would use her mouth again. 
"Derrick, honey, you have to pull out," she instructed, 
but Derrick figured on something else. He kept going, 
pumping away at his momma like a madman. She tried to 
push him away, but he was strong enough to resist. 

"Derrick..." she began to say when she saw the look in 
his eyes. He was going to get what he wanted and she 
could do nothing to stop him. His determination to fuck 
her to the end aroused her beyond words. Denise wrapped 
her legs around her son and pulled his face to her 
chest. 

Derrick began to moan loudly. What sounded almost like 
crying turned to growls of pleasure and soon Derrick 
was emptying himself into his sweet mother. "Oh Mom! Oh 
Mommy. Oh MOMMY!" he yelled into her rolling breasts. 
Denise was overcome with emotion and heat-she too 
climaxed intensely. 

When Derrick's body stopped moving, and his cock 
softened inside her pussy, he lay on her as limp as his 
cock, and tried to regain his breath. He took one of 
his mother's swollen tits into his mouth and began to 
suckle. Denise stroked his hair and told him she loved 
him. She felt his warm seed seep out of her, taking 
with it years worth of sexual frustration and 
suppression.  

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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