The Making of a Perfect Slut Pt. 01

“Who was that?” I asked Dima as I returned from the store and found him standing in front of the house talking to some dark-skinned man.

“Misha,” my husband answered. “The plumber who lives nearby. He came by to check the pipe in the basement. Remember, I told you about it.”

“Ah, the pipe… got it…”

I watched the man walk away. He was quite solidly built and very tall–almost a full head taller than Dima. The massive muscles on top of his height made him look even bigger. Next to my husband he seemed like some kind of weightlifter.

“Misha… strange name for a Black guy.”

“Actually his name is Michael, but he doesn’t mind being called Misha. Our way, so to speak.”

“Got it…”

“How do you like the neighborhood, by the way? Is the store far?”

“No, not far… right nearby, just two blocks. Much closer than in our old city.”

“That’s good. So you like it?”

“Yeah, seems fine. Tomorrow I’ll check out the clinic, and if it’s as nice as everything else here, then I think we can call the move a success.”

“Awesome. Have you met any of the neighbors yet?”

“No, when would I have had time? And I didn’t want to introduce myself without you. What about you?”

“Only one, and that was by accident. He lives right up the street from us. And get this–he’s Black too.”

“That’s… a bit much…”

“Yeah, I thought the same. But he seems like a decent guy. And he speaks Russian pretty well–barely any accent.”

“Alright, let’s go inside already… Pavel’s probably hungry by now. Later we can maybe go around and meet everyone properly. Right now I need to make dinner while there’s still time, and then…”

I thought about what was waiting for Dima and me that night. Honestly, we hadn’t had sex in a long time: the move had both of us stressed out, and there was almost no free time to be alone and do what we both needed. Now that all of that was behind us, we could finally… we could finally devote a little time to each other. Why hide it–I was simply dying to get properly fucked by my husband. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me come, to make me scream with pleasure while his cock moved inside me, while he passionately fucked me. Yes, we weren’t that young anymore, but… there was still fire in Dima, not to mention me–I felt like I was going through a second youth.

We were both over thirty: I was thirty-six, my husband thirty-nine. Still, neither of us looked our age. A lot of people at my old job used to tell me I looked thirty at most, if you didn’t count a few characteristic wrinkles that aged me. My body was still in excellent shape; I took pretty good care of it, going to various treatments and never skipping the gym. I had almost no extra weight and almost no cellulite on my ass, aside from slightly fuller hips and breasts. But I figured that to stay in truly perfect shape I’d have to become a model or a fitness instructor, not a doctor. Yes–I worked as a doctor in a hospital.

Once we got home I quickly prepared a light dinner for the two of us. After we ate we went to our bedroom. The big double bed had already been waiting for us. Dima dropped onto it first, stripping in seconds. It took me a little longer to get out of my home leggings and T-shirt, after which I was left in just my underwear–sexy underwear I had specifically put on for this evening, for sex with my husband.

“Oooh! I really like this outfit. You look just… just incredible in it, Lena.”

“Heh-heh, thanks. I’m glad you like looking at me in it, that you still find me attractive.”

“Ohh, you’re going to stay attractive to me for a very long time, baby. You’ve got such a… such a gorgeous body. I never told you, but my old colleagues were openly jealous of me and often said I was lucky to have you, and that any one of them would love to be in my place next to such a beautiful wife.”

“Really? And what did you say to them?”

“I thanked them for the compliments about you. What else could I say?”

“Mmm… And you weren’t jealous?”

“Why should I have been jealous? They were just talking nonsense.”

“Well yeah, true, hee-hee…”

I started slowly approaching the bed, taking sexy little steps toward my husband. He appreciated the effort with a satisfied smile and eyes shining with lust.

“So you like what you see, huh?”

“Very much, baby.”

“Your cock doesn’t seem to agree…”

Looking from my husband’s eyes down to his crotch, I noticed that his organ was still only half-hard.

“I thought your reaction would be more… more noticeable…”

“Sorry, baby, I… I’m just… I’m just tired from today, so…”

“Yeah, I know, Dima, I know… It’s just… we haven’t done it in so long, and I thought you wanted this as much as I did…”

“I do want it, Lena… I want it a lot… Really…”

“Yes, I know, honey… I know…”

Lately he… he rarely gets hard… Maybe the problem is me? Maybe I’m not as attractive to him anymore and he doesn’t want me? But I… I’m still in good shape, I try to stay toned so I can be… so I can stay attractive and sexy… Isn’t that enough for him? Isn’t what I do enough?

Lying down on Dima, I started kissing him while reaching for his cock, trying to get him hard with my hand at least. I hoped I could manage it, that tonight I wouldn’t be left without sex like all the previous days.

“I’m sorry, baby, I… I don’t know why lately I can’t… Probably too much stress or something like that. I hope it passes soon. I’m sure it will. Once we settle in here, get our new life going, everything will be like before. I promise, honey…”

“Yes, I know,” I answered, continuing to stroke his cock, which to my relief was starting to firm up a little in my palm. “I know everything will be like before, but right now… I want us to do it now… today… Mmmm… I want it so badly, Dim… You have no idea how much I want it…”

I pressed my D-cup breasts against my husband’s body and started giving him a kind of body massage. Dima groaned. Of course it felt good for him to feel everything I was doing, and as for me… I hoped it would feel good for me too, a little later, once his cock was hard enough for me to climb on top of him.

Come on… Come on, get hard, baby, I whispered to myself, hoping it would happen as soon as possible. Come on… I want you so much to get hard, to become what I need… Please, I want it so much… so much for you to get hard…

After two or three minutes I managed to get what I wanted: Dima got aroused and his cock filled with blood enough that it was no longer something soft and shapeless. I couldn’t waste the moment–I understood that. So as soon as I felt the heat and firmness in my hand, I immediately swung my leg over Dima’s body and started guiding his cock between my legs while pulling my panties aside.

“Mmmmmm…” I moaned, sliding his cock along my pussy lips a few times before continuing. “Yesss, Dima… Mmmmmmmm… Finally…”

My pussy was already more than wet enough, so there was no need to waste time on foreplay–I could go straight to the most interesting and most important thing for me right then. Positioning his cock at my entrance, I began slowly sinking down, holding my husband’s modest cock between two fingers. Size had never mattered to me; I enjoyed sex with the man I liked, regardless of how long he was between his legs. Though if you thought about it, Dima had been my first and only, so I didn’t even know if there was a difference depending on the size that went inside you. But it didn’t matter to me–not then, not now. I knew I could get pleasure from what my husband had.

“Aaaah! Mmmmmmmm… Aah!”

“Uuuh, Lena… You’re so hot… Ooooh!”

“Aaaaaaaaaah!” I moaned rather loudly as I sank all the way onto his cock, finally feeling what I had wanted so badly for the last few days. “Aaaaaah! Mmmm… Aah!”

“Uuuuuuuuuh!..”

I started moving on his cock, lifting and dropping my ass. I always liked to start slow and speed up as I went, but today… today I was too turned on, too hungry, so I immediately went to my fastest pace, bouncing on him as hard as I could.

“Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah! Ooh, Dima… Aaaaaah!”

“Uuh! Baby, you… Quiet, you’ll wake… wake our son… Mmmm…”

“Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Aah! Aaaaaah!”

The sensations were too strong, and I knew I would come very quickly. I was sure three minutes of sex–or even two–would be enough for me to orgasm. I knew my body and my pussy very well by now.

“Aaaah! Aah! Yes, Dima… Mmmm… Aaaaaah! Yesss! Aaaaaah!”

“Uuuh, Lena… you’re… you’re doing it too fast… Mmmmmm… Too… Ooooh!”

I didn’t hear my husband, continuing to ride him like crazy. I bounced on him until I felt the hot jet of his cum shoot deep into my vagina, until I felt Dima start coming inside me. Even then, slowing only for a few seconds, I started fucking him again, hoping I could come before his cock went soft once more.

“Uuh, Lena… I already… I already came… Mmmmmmm…”

Yes, I felt it, I thought to myself, unhappy that Dima had come before I could have my own orgasm. Couldn’t you… couldn’t you hold out a little longer? Couldn’t you wait until I got my pleasure too? Why… why didn’t you think that I needed this… Why?..

“Yes, I… I felt it, honey,” I answered out loud, lying down on his chest. “I felt you come…”

As soon as I shifted position a little, I felt Dima’s cum start leaking out of my pussy. His cock had also slipped out of me (there was no other way to put it); it was now almost in the same state it had been before I started stroking it. Continuing to fuck with something like that was impossible, so I understood that for me the evening was over.

“I’m going to clean myself up, okay?”

I didn’t wait for Dima’s answer. Getting up from the bed, I headed to the bathroom to wash everything off, and also… also to finish what my husband hadn’t been able to do.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wanted… I wanted to last until you came, but… you were doing it too fast and hard, and I… I didn’t want it to happen so quickly… I really didn’t.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. It’s no big deal. Next time you’ll do it, okay?”

“Yes, honey. I promise next time it’ll be different.”

“If you want, you can go to the bathroom now and I’ll wait,” I said, deciding it was better to let my husband go first, since I’d probably be in there longer.

“No, you go. I’ll just wipe off with wet wipes.”

“Alright then, lie down and rest. I’ll be back soon.”

“Yes, baby.”

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I really did go to the bathroom. I wasn’t thinking about getting rid of the cum my husband had filled me with as quickly as possible. Honestly, I didn’t care about it. I could have even fallen asleep with it inside me, but the second part… the second reason I wanted privacy wouldn’t let me sleep, I was sure of that. And that reason was my dissatisfaction. Now, after the unsuccessful sex, I felt that dissatisfaction even more strongly; I understood I needed to get rid of it somehow before trying to sleep. And I knew only one way to do it, only one…

I didn’t close the bathroom door. Dima probably wouldn’t get out of bed anyway, and if he did, let him see… let him see that his wife had to satisfy herself with her own fingers because he wasn’t capable of it. And besides Dima there was no one else in the house. Vika had promised to come only in half a month, so I had no reason to fear anyone catching me.

“Here I go again… having to do this… having to satisfy myself again…” I whispered, taking off my panties and bra so I could get into the bathtub. “I hope Dima’s situation really does improve soon and everything will be the way it was a month ago, the way it always was… I hope it’s really just fatigue and not his age. If he never gets hard again, if this is the end of sex for us…”

Once in the bathroom I turned on the warm water and settled comfortably. The next few minutes I would spend fingering my pussy, so I knew it would be better if I lay as comfortably as possible.

“I don’t really like doing this, but… it seems like lately I just don’t have another choice. I want to feel pleasure, I want to come, and if Dima can’t give it to me, then I’ll have to… I’ll have to do it myself… I’ll have to get pleasure with my fingers, or… or I could buy myself something… something that could replace his cock… Yes, I think I’ve seen things like that before… I think in this city there are stores that sell that kind of thing. If it keeps going like this, then I wouldn’t mind a rubber cock that would fuck my pussy, my pussy that so often wants to feel live hot flesh inside it… Mmmmmmmm…”

I moaned when my fingers touched my clit. It was one of my most sensitive spots, so the moment I touched it I felt goosebumps run all over my body, felt heat spreading low in my belly–the heat of pleasure.

“Mmmmm… Why… why am I the one doing this and not Dima… He could have been touching me too, and it would… it would feel so much better if it was him doing it instead of me… Why do I have to bring myself to orgasm with my own fingers?.. Mmmmmm… Why didn’t he offer to… Aaaaaah!”

After playing with my clit a little I pushed two fingers into my vagina. That felt just as good; I immediately felt a surge of arousal, a surge of pleasant sensations.

“Mmmmmm… Aaaah!.. Aah! I… I’m going to have to buy myself a toy… Mmmmm… If I had something right now, I would… I would put it inside my pussy… I would… Aah!.. Mmmmmm… They must feel just as good as a real cock… just as good as a real one… Mmmmmmm… Aaaah! Aaaaaaaah! Dima… Mmmmmm… Dima, you should have made me come… Aah! You should have…”

With every second my thrusts became faster and deeper. My pussy was dripping wet, and every time my fingers went inside there was a characteristic wet squelching sound. That sound… it turned me on so much…

“Aaaaaah! Oooh!.. Mmmmmmmmm… Aaaaaah!..”

I switched back to my clit, then pushed two fingers inside again and started fucking myself hard with them. From the growing arousal I started lifting my ass up, getting onto my shoulder blades. At the same time my fingers plunged faster and faster into my swollen, aroused cunt.

“Aaaaaaaah! Uuuh! Aaaaaaaah! Mmmmm… Aah! Aaaaaaaaah! Yesss… Yes, more… Aaaah! Yes more… more… Aaaaaah! Aah! Mmmmmmm… Aaaah!..”

Closing my eyes, I started fantasizing. I fantasized about the toys I could buy for myself, about big and not-so-big dildos I would put inside myself, about vibrators that would make me come. I fantasized about them without stopping the way I was fucking myself, and from that… from that it felt better and better, more and more pleasant, sweeter and sweeter.

“Aaaaaah!.. Mmmmm… Aaaaaaaaaah!.. Aah! Yes, just a little more…”

In my mind’s eye appeared a big black dildo. It was simply enormous compared to my husband’s cock–simply enormous. Its size… its size was almost as thick as my wrist. It was thick and long, very long. I wasn’t sure something like that could even fit inside me, or inside any other woman, but… but the next second I started fantasizing that I was trying to sit on it, that I was starting to sink down, and that thick thing… that huge rubber cock was slowly pushing into my pussy, stretching it harder than anyone or anything ever had.

“Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aah! I’m coming… I’m coming… Aah!”

I trembled in ecstasy and started coming. My orgasm was strong and long–it was simply incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time I had come so sweetly; it was just unbelievable. I pushed my fingers into myself a few more times, then buried them completely and leaned back a little, savoring the trembling throughout my body and the waves of pleasure spreading from low in my belly.

“Mmmmmmmm… This is so good… this feels so good… Mmmmmmm… Aah!.. Yes, this… Mmmmmmmmmm…”

If I have toys, I… I’ll be able to get pleasure without Dima’s help. If he can’t fuck me with his cock, then I’ll… I’ll fuck myself… I’ll do it myself with a rubber cock…

Five minutes later I left the bathroom, completely satisfied and clean. Going into the kitchen I looked out the window at the night street.

Tomorrow will be my first day at the new clinic… I hope… I hope everything will be fine, and that it’ll be as good as the last one…

Already heading back to the bedroom, I heard some strange sounds coming from Pavel’s room. At first I just heard noise, then… then the noise became more specific…

I should check what’s going on, I decided, slowing my steps in front of Pavel’s room.

“Mmmmm, Mom… Mmm… Uuuh! Mom… Mmmmmmmmmmmm… Uuuh! Mmmmm…”

This… this… I thought in horror as I approached the slightly open door. This can’t be… can’t be… Pavel can’t… No, I’m imagining it, I must be imagining that I’m hearing this… I can’t be hearing this, this… this…

Pavel wasn’t actually my own son. He was Dima’s son from his first marriage. The young man was twenty-two, fourteen years younger than me. And yes, he didn’t always call me Mom; most often he addressed me either by name or called me Aunt Lena. He only said Mom in certain cases when he wanted something from me. Right now…

I kept getting closer and closer to the door, wanting to look inside and see what my son was doing (I’ll call him that because I really did treat him like my own son despite his origin). Of course the moans I heard didn’t give me the best feeling about what was happening in the room, but… but I still hoped I was wrong and that what I had heard wasn’t what I thought.

“Mmmmm… Mom… You… Your thighs… Mmmmmmm… How I want… how I want to press against them, how I want to touch them… touch them and caress them… Mmmmm…”

Pasha, what are you… what are you doing… what are you doing, Pasha… I repeated mentally, feeling my whole body starting to get hotter, feeling my legs starting to tremble from excitement and from… from something like shame.

Yes, I was ashamed to hear such words from my son, and I didn’t even know yet exactly what was happening. I didn’t know, but…

Reaching the door, I paused for a second, wondering whether I should look inside or whether it would be better to remain in ignorance about what my son was doing.

No, I have to know, I have to know that this is all just my imagination, that he’s not actually doing anything… anything wrong, that he respects me and doesn’t feel any… any feelings toward me except a son’s feelings for his mother… I have to make sure of that…

I looked inside. I was lucky I managed to cover my mouth with my hand and not gasp out loud, otherwise Pasha would definitely have noticed me, even though at that moment he was very absorbed in one… one activity, if you can call it that, and that activity… My son was jerking off–better to say it straight, I think.

Yes, I knew that at his age it was normal to do things like that, especially considering the difficulties he’d had with sexual relationships because of our move. I understood him–or rather, I could have understood him if I had simply thought about my son occasionally masturbating, but now, standing there and seeing with my own eyes how he was doing it… It felt so… so wrong in my eyes.

My son… my son is doing things like this, and…

“Mmmmmm… Mom, how… how sexy you are… Mmmm… Aah! You’re so… so hot… Mmmm…”

Looking more carefully, I noticed he was holding a phone and not taking his eyes off the screen. I didn’t know exactly what he was looking at, but I… I was sure he was looking at my photos.

But why?.. Why is he… looking at me… is it possible that I… No, I’m too old for him, and… no, I can’t turn him on, that’s… that’s impossible. He can’t be looking at me in that… in that way, I know that for sure… he can’t…

“Uuuh! How I’d love to touch your thighs… touch your ass… Mmmmmmm… They’re so… so full, but at the same time… at the same time firm… Uuh! They’re just magnificent… Mmmmm… Uuuuuh! Oooh… And your panties…”

The next second Pavel took his hand off his cock, and I saw a small piece of fabric in his hands. After a moment I recognized one of my pairs of panties.

Oh, Pasha, you’re… you’re doing the wrong things… such… such wrong things… You can’t think about me like that, Pasha… Even though I’m not your real mom, you can’t… can’t feel that way about me… I’m too old for you… too… You should be thinking about girls your own age and other young women, not about me…

I didn’t notice how my hand had slipped between my legs, how I had started lightly stroking myself there. I didn’t notice how I had gotten turned on by everything I was seeing in my son’s room, by everything he was doing. Probably, like him, I had gotten too absorbed in the process and didn’t notice I was doing such wrong things–that I was touching myself while watching my son do the same thing, thinking about me, looking at my photos.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I… why am I even…

Pulling my hand away, I decided to go to bed and try to forget everything I had just seen. At the last moment, though, I looked into my son’s room one more time, thinking I should make sure this was really happening, that I hadn’t imagined it all (yes, that thought crossed my mind). But no–Pavel was still sitting on the bed looking at his phone, one hand continuing to stroke his cock while wrapping it in my panties.

“Uuuh, I’m gonna come soon, Mom… I’m gonna come on your panties… Mmmm… Aaaah!”

That’s it, now I really have to go! I decided to myself. I don’t want to watch my son… watch him do that… I shouldn’t see that, shouldn’t see my son come…

Gathering all my strength, I forced myself to take the first step farther down the hallway, toward the bedroom I shared with Dima.

This is wrong… this is all so wrong… Why is he doing this? Why is he doing this while looking at my photos? Why is he talking about me while he masturbates, talking about my body, my thighs, my ass? He shouldn’t be talking about me like that…

Even after I lay down on the bed, thoughts of my son stayed with me for a while. I only managed to fall asleep at two in the morning, and at seven I was already on my feet again. I needed to get ready for the workday that started at nine.

“Pasha, get up, you’ll be late for college,” I said, already dressed in a white blouse and black skirt and ready to leave for work. “Pa-a-a-sha! Get up, it’s already half past eight.”

“Mmmmm… Just a little more…”

I wonder where he put my panties that he had last night. Probably hid them somewhere here in his room–but where? Maybe in one of his drawers?

I walked over to the closet and opened it, deciding to check whether he’d left them there. Honestly, I don’t know why I suddenly decided to do that, because when I first walked into my son’s room I hadn’t even remembered everything that had happened there last night when I accidentally heard his moans.

I wonder if he came on them or just used them to jerk off. If he came, then he’ll have to… he’ll have to either wash them for me or just throw them away. He probably thinks I won’t notice one pair of my underwear missing, he probably thinks I’m not that attentive to such little things… What will he say when I start talking about it, start looking for my panties? Will he be ashamed of what he did, or will he… Damn, I’m thinking about this again! I shouldn’t be thinking about this! Forget everything that happened yesterday.

“Good morning, Mom,” I heard Pasha’s voice behind me. “I’m so glad to see you.”

Besides his voice I also felt his touch: he hugged me from behind, putting both palms on my stomach and pressing his crotch tightly against my ass.

“Pasha… Umm… Good morning, sweetie…”

Sweetie? What the hell am I saying? I’ve never called him that… at least not since he became an adult…

“You look wonderful, Mom… like always… Did I tell you this skirt really suits you?”

“Son, you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t say things like that to me… Don’t say them, okay?”

He’s still holding me… his hands… Why have I never thought about this before when he hugged me… he always tried to hold on as long as possible, tried to press against me as hard as he could. I thought he did it out of simple love for me, but now it seems like… like he was doing it with a slightly different goal…

“You… you need to get ready for college, Pasha… It’s already…”

“First I want to hug my se… my favorite mom, heh-heh…”

“Okay, okay, just let me turn around first so I can do it properly…”

Turning around, I quickly tried to hug my son and go about my business, but he held me longer than usual again. I felt my breasts press tightly against his chest during our embrace.

“Um… Pasha, I… I have to go to work… You… you should let me go.”

“Okay, Mom… I… Have a good day. I hope the clinic is no worse than the last one.”

“Yes, I hope so too, Pasha, I really hope so… Your break… your breakfast is in the kitchen…”

“Okay. Thanks, Mom, you’re always so caring.”

“Alright, I’m running…”

I hurriedly left the room, my head full of all kinds of contradictory thoughts. I understood I needed time to figure everything out that had happened and decide how to act from here.