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  For this reason, I regreted some things. I still saw Alec when I visited his mother. His mother had no idea that my child was her grandson. But, to be honest, I missed Alec’s dick. I missed the pure animal sex, which he treated me with, and the feeling when his dick was breaking my cervix and entering my uterus!!!

  Several months later, I received a message from Alec while I was sitting in his mother’s living room. It was the first message after two years from the birth of the child. Then I was wearing tights, and a knee length skirt. I was a mother again after all. In the message, he wrote that I got up and went to the bathroom, which was located right next to his room. I left his mother to play with our son. He found me in the hallway.

  He came up to me, and put his hand on my mouth. He pushed the other hand between my legs, squeezed it between my legs, felt my panties, and gave me a sign with his hand to be quiet. He crouched down, lowered my tights and panties, and began to tear my panties. He tore them apart and put them in his pocket.

  He pulled up my tights. I couldn’t believe it. He made a hole in them among my legs. He turned me around, pinned me to the wall, and started to fuck me there in the hallway. Holding his hand on my mouth, he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. Right before cumming, he pulled his dick out of my pussy, pushed only the glans into my asshole and came into my ass. He took my torn panties, crumpled them, and clogged my asshole with them to prevent the sperm from dripping out.

  “You see, I didn’t forget you, old whore,” Alec said. “From now on, every time you come over with our son, you’ll show me if you’re wearing panties. If you’re wearing them, I’ll tear them apart every time and repeat this. Now, let’s agree on something. I’ll fuck you when and if I want to, and when I want to. You wanted me to be dominant over you. It will be like that again, but only when I want to fuck you, do you understand?!” He said confidently.

  “Yes, Alec, it’s all clear. I understand everything,” I said with a smile on my face. I was glad he would fuck me again.

  “And now, come to my room. I want to give you something,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me to his room. “This is for your asshole to practice. Its girth and length are like my dick, so that your ass doesn’t hurt to much. Batteries are in it, so you’ve got something to start with,” Alec said, giving me a vibrator.

  “But, you little jerk, how am I supposed to carry this without your mother seeing it?” I asked him.

  “Here’s how you’ll carry it, old whore,” Alec said, taking the vibrator and a small piece of rope. He tied it to the bottom, where the batteries were inserted. He pulled out the panties from my anus and slowly pushed the vibrator into my ass, so that it was all placed in me. He clogged the hole with my panties again, so that the sperm wouldn’t drip and so that the vibrator wouldn’t get out.

  He spanked me, shoved his big tongue into my mouth and kissed me. He sent me to the living room, to his mother and our son. My crotch was torn, my anus was overloaded, but luckily my dress covered my pussy and the torn crotch. I walked slowly, as if I had a stick up my ass. It was close. I had a thick, long vibrator in it, from which a four-inch rope was hanging, so that it would be easier for me to pull it out of my ass when I got to safety. I spent some more time hanging with my friend. Then I went home with my son. Soon I received a text message.

  It was from Alec: “Diana, if you keep your body somewhat in shape, I’ll fuck you like a slut again!”

  “Agreed, my Alec, agreed!” I replied to his message and deleted it so that no one would find it.

  So, now I’m waiting and waiting to be fucked again. Although I’m getting closer to my 50s, I’m still in shape. I draw attention and have good sex. When my best friend’s son decides to put me on his big dick, I only surrender to him and move on with my life.