“Oh, fuck,” Ted shouted loudly inside his head as he bolted upright in his chair at the airport lounge, as though he’d been administered an electric shock. There was nothing he could do except hope Alice didn’t venture into his office. In his haste to depart that morning, Ted unintentionally forgot to lock his briefcase after taking several of the magazines for his trip. Normally, they were kept away from prying eyes under lock and key; however, today the case remained unlocked in the centre of his desk.
Alice was used to being home alone and found ways to entertain herself whilst Ted was away on his business trips. Besides reading, she had taken up painting as a way to pass the otherwise uneventful days. Her studio was cluttered with various creations, sweeping landscapes, and still-lifes; her most treasured art pieces were displayed throughout the house, much to Ted’s disapproval.
Later that morning, as Alice was cleaning and dusting, she became distracted from her chores by the out-of-place, unlocked briefcase. Ted was very anal about the placement of objects and never left his desk in a mess. She wondered if Ted had forgotten to bring his luggage, as he left in such a hurry. Intrigued by the opened clasps, she couldn’t resist the temptation to take a peep inside; it felt wrong, but the adrenaline rush was overpowering. Her heart pounded as she slowly lifted the lid, half expecting to find something she shouldn’t.
“TED, you pervert. Oh my GOD.” With trembling hands, Alice flicked through the hefty stack of gay pornographic magazines.
“Hung, Twinks, Jocks, Male Slut,” She found herself reading the name of each magazine aloud as if to confirm what she was looking at was real.
Alice fell back into the office chair stunned, trying to process why Ted might own such a collection of gay erotica. Slowly, the realisation of her discovery dawned on her, like the sun appearing from behind the horizon, illuminating the world before her. Ted’s sexual interest in Alice had diminished over the years; he would roll on top a few times a year, whenever the mood struck, but there was no foreplay, no passion.
Alice, a vicar's daughter, married young; she was shy in bed with no real sexual experience to speak of. Ted was the only man she had ever slept with, and he was no Casanova when it came to pleasing Alice, but she found the pleasures of masturbation and frequently played with herself around the house when Ted or Gracie was out. She didn’t own any toys but sometimes, when especially horny, would use a peeled cucumber to satisfy her pussy.
“Fucking bastard!” Alice had suspected Ted of cheating during his business trips but hadn't considered the possibility of it being with another man. In some ways it was slightly less painful for her to accept; Alice would have been devastated to discover Ted was cavorting with a younger, more attractive woman; that would have totally undermined her self-esteem.
She spent the remainder of the day in a daze-like trance, assembling memories as they came to her mind. Recalling the closeness of Ted's cute coworker when he picked him up for golf, the times Ted wanted to take a shower as soon as he got home, and when she caught him eyeing up the men on holidays when he thought she wasn’t looking.
“So the bastard likes cocks; I’ll make him pay for ignoring me.” Alice felt her rage brewing and was immediately set on revenge.
An empty bottle of wine lay discarded on the table next to Alice with no glass in sight; she never drank at home and rarely on social occasions, but in her fury, downing a bottle of wine seemed like a sensible thing to do. Gracie had never seen her mother cry and feared the worst when she returned from college that Thursday afternoon to find Alice curled up on the sofa drunk and sobbing.
“Mum, what’s up?” Gracie sat next to her on the sofa and placed her arm reassuringly around her shoulder. Her friend Sally slipped quietly upstairs to Gracie’s room.
Alice struggled to find her words; she was still trying to make sense of it herself. “I… I… am not sure I can tell you, honey,” she sobbed.
“Mum, I am here for you, you know that, right?” Gracie gave her a loving squeeze of confidence. “Has someone passed away? Is Dad okay?”
“No, nothing like that, honey.” Unable to contain the discovery and in need of a sounding board, Alice blurted it out, “Well… Things between your father and me haven’t been going well, you know… In bed. I am not sure he really loves me anymore; his briefcase is full of gay porn. I can’t carry on like this and don’t know what to do about it.” Alice confessed.
“Mum, don’t take this the wrong way, but have you ever considered dressing a little more…. You know, less… frumpy.” Gracie winced as Alice glared at her harshly. Hurt by the comment. Quickly she added, “Women who dress sexy can certainly attract any man they want; maybe you could show Dad what he’s missing.”
“I doubt it very much.” Alice knew Ted was currently more interested in playing with guys than with her.
Gracie believed her mother appeared older than her actual age of forty-three. As she always dressed in practical clothing, intentionally non-sexual, looking more like a private school matron than a trendy hot mom. Most days, she finished her ensemble with black lace-up shoes, thick cotton stockings, and a hem always below the knee. Her mousy, shoulder-length hair was uninspiring, kept in place by a headband. Gracie knew her mother had a lovely figure beneath the armour; she had seen Alice in her swimsuit when they had been on holiday.
“But, you have a great body, Mum; you just need to show Dad a bit more of it. What about a change of wardrobe? It will make you feel like a million bucks,” Gracie tried building Alice’s confidence.
“GRACIE! How would you know what my body looks like? You shouldn’t be looking at your mother like that, for goodness sake.” Alice was shocked by her remark, but the compliment made her feel warm inside, knowing Gracie had noticed.
“Seriously, Mum, I saw how some of the guys checked you out by the pool when we were on holiday; you have a very sensual figure that any man would drool after.” Gracie smiled warmly at Alice. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it, I say,” she added.
“Perhaps not every man,” she replied flippantly.
Gracie’s observations of her frumpy demeanour had been a bitter pill to swallow, but the truth hurts, especially from your own daughter. Alice, ever the optimist, focused on the positives, welcoming the compliments about her sensuous body even if they felt strange coming from Gracie. Deep down Alice knew she couldn’t confide in anyone else and needed Gracie’s help; her revenge was going to be slow and painful for Ted, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.
“Honey, this is an extremely difficult ask, but I don’t have anywhere else to go… Would you help me?” With tears welling in her eyes, Gracie kissed her gently on the cheek.
“You can count on me, Mum; whatever you need, I am your woman.” Gracie had no inkling that her world was about to turn on its head.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but are you and Sally an item? She is a very pretty girl. Are you a lesbian, Gracie?” Alice searched Gracie's eyes for a reaction.
“MUM! What sort of question is that?” Gracie picked up her phone, rapidly swiping through images in her library. She paused and smiled, then held up the phone to Alice’s face. “Does that answer your question?”
“Oh my gosh.” Alice was stunned; her mouth fell open.
In the photo, a candid shot of Gracie and Sally kissing whilst lying on her bed, Gracie was completely nude, and Sally wore only suspenders and stockings. What confused Alice was the size of Sally’s huge penis. She felt her nipple stiffen as she became uncomfortably aroused by the photo.
“Sally is a trap.” Alice looked vacant, not really understanding what Gracie meant.
“She’s a very pretty trans and easily passes herself off as a woman. Fooling guys all the time.”
Alice, studying the image, noticing a reflection in the mirror, presumably the person taking the photo. She gasped loudly; his erect cock must have been at least ten inches and as thick as her wrist. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two impressive erections. Then a thought entered her head, one she didn’t want. Alice wondered how Gracie’s petite body could accommodate such big cocks. Suddenly her little baby girl was gone; she was now a sexually adventurous woman.
-X-
Ted stared out the window of the meeting room, which overlooked the city skyline. Another pointless meeting for the sake of another meeting, he thought, desperate for work to end so he could go and play. Ted left his hotel as the sun was setting and soon found himself at a nondescript door in what looked like a residential area. As Ted entered, his heart pounding with anticipation, the sound of the porn movies filled the dimly lit corridor leading to two small cinema rooms. Ted shuffled along one of the rows, bumping into someone, his eyes still not accustomed to the darkness, and sat.
Ted was already rock hard as he unzipped his trousers and released his girthy erection. He loved wanking for others to see; looking around, Ted began to see the outline of various guys scattered throughout the cinema. The guy next to him was also openly stroking his hard cock. Suddenly, the guy's hand gripped Ted’s shaft and started to jerk him off. Ted slipped down in his seat and widened his legs as the guy lowered his head and took Ted’s cock in his mouth, sucking greedily as Ted moaned and shot his seed down the man’s throat. Ted stood and moved to the next room, leaving his cock hanging out of his trousers.
He spotted a young guy sitting in the front row, jeans around his ankles, slowly masturbating to the movie on the screen. Ted approached, his cock stiffening; he stood for a moment watching as the young guy took more deliberate strokes, squeezing his cock to make it swell. Ted moved in, kneeling before the young stud, taking hold of the shaft, and guiding it to his mouth, and went to work, licking and sucking down his pole and heavy balls until the explosion was imminent and he erupted. Ted almost choked as he swallowed down the huge volume of jizz as the guy thrust his cock deep down his throat.
-X-
Alice awoke the next morning later than usual, regretting having drunk so much wine; she went to bed rather tipsy with the collection of porn magazines now scattered over the bedcovers. Her evening of soul-searching brought her to the realisation she needed to make some radical changes if she was going to get what she wanted. Alice thumbed through the pages of a magazine; she found herself instantly aroused by the good-looking models displaying their big hard cocks.
“I can see the attraction; he’s rather big, such a nice-looking cock, just like Sally’s.” Her eyes scanned the picture of a very well-endowed male.
Alice had never seen porn before; somehow it felt dirty, but with each turn of the page, the images caused a warming glow between her thighs, making her core flutter. Without thought, a free hand found its way under the sheets; she let out a soft moan as her fingers brushed over her hairy mound and slid deep between her fleshy wet labia. “OH GOD! So many nice cocks.” Her pulse raced as her arousal grew; she kicked off the covers and looked down as her fingers plunged into her depths. The sight took her breath away and sent her over the edge; a powerful orgasm welled deep.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which opened instantly. Gracie appeared in the doorway; her mouth fell open and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Shit… I am so sorry, Mum.”
Alice was splayed naked on the bed; her gaping vagina was stuffed with four fingers. Her perky breasts with thick, stubby nipples wobbled as she convulsed. Her fingers were buried from sight in a thick mass of hair, which had never been trimmed. Her musky aroma hung in the air. Unable to speak, overwhelmed by her orgasm. Alice spasmed uncontrollably. “OH FUCK, she caught me cumming.” Gracie stayed fixated in the doorway for longer than she should have before finally returning to her room.
Alice’s body rippled and contracted, spasming for several minutes before she could come to her senses. It was the most intense orgasm she’d experienced in years, heightened by the fact that she had been caught in such a compromising position in the throes of an orgasm. Alice was concerned, worried about what Gracie might have thought seeing her with porn magazines all over the bed, opened on the pages with the biggest cocks.
After recovering, she knocked on Gracie’s door. “May I come in?” Alice asked softly, realising how weak her legs felt.
Gracie dived under the covers next to Sally on her bed; the bulge in Sally’s tight bedshorts was rather noticeable. “Sure, Mum,” her cheeks flushed instantly as she entered the room.
“Honey, I am so sorry; no daughter should see her mother like that.”
“It’s okay, Mum; we all do it, no explanation required.” Gracie could see from the look in her eyes she wanted to say something else.
“You know I asked for your assistance.” She paused, trying to figure out the best way of explaining. “Those magazines belong to your father; I found them in his office. How do I put this…? He’s into men.” A look of total shock appeared on Gracie’s face.
“What… er… he’s gay. Is that why you asked if I was a lesbian?” Sally’s head dropped, avoiding eye contact with Alice.
“Bisexual, I would guess. The bastard has been playing with cocks and neglecting me for years, but that is about to change, and I need your help to make him pay.” Gracie had no idea how she could help or what was going through her mind in that moment.
“Anything, Mum… you know that.” Sally’s cock was tenting her shorts as she breathed in the earthy aroma of Alice’s pussy juice that filled the room.
“I’ve been thinking… I am going to start painting nudes; that should get the bastards’ attention. Spending hours each day looking at other men’s cocks will probably send him into a rage,” Alice giggled to herself, picturing the drama.
“So… What exactly are you expecting me to do?” The image of her mother orgasming, still fresh in her mind, made her wonder what else she was planning.
Alice took a very deep breath, trying to calm her nerves; she knew what she was about to ask was perverted and taboo, but she had nowhere else to turn and was desperate to change her life around. She wanted Ted to suffer while she indulged her fantasies, taking whatever cock she pleased, not behind his back but right in front of his face.
“It might sound silly, but I am really nervous about inviting a strange man into the studio. Even though I so desperately want to, I need to try it out first with someone I trust; that will help to build my confidence.” Alice looked into Gracie’s eyes with pleading.
“Seriously, Mum, you want to draw me while I stand naked in front of you; that’s just weird.” But the idea did appeal to her in a strange way.
“I need this, honey, please… Just this once, that guy in the picture—would he be willing? It’s just a silly life study; all artists draw nudes. It’s not a big deal.” Alice delivered her best sales pitch.
“Jason is a prolific exhibitionist; he loves showing off, he’ll do it for sure.” Gracie turned to Sally, and they both giggled; Alice’s face instantly lit up.
“Thank you, Gracie. You have no idea how much this means to me. I think I’ll go and prepare the studio.” Alice had a spring to her step as she left his room.
The studio was a self-contained large space; to one side there was a seating area with several sofas where Alice often sat and contemplated her work, and the other side of the studio was littered with canvases, paints, and sketches. The wall was covered with landscapes and still-life paintings of vases and flowers. “Won’t be needing these anymore.” Alice started removing her old paintings from the walls to create space for the masterpieces to come.
Whilst painting in the studio, Alice usually just wore one of Ted’s old shirts; they were big and baggy and perfect for the job. Splattered with paint, the top few buttons were always undone, the sleeves rolled up, and the shirt tails finished halfway down her thighs, accentuating her bare unshaven legs. She preferred to be braless; something about the freedom and fluidity of her movements helped her strokes. Alice was setting out her paints as Gracie appeared through the door looking apprehensive, holding Sally's hand.
“Jason is busy today and can’t get here until tomorrow, but Sally said she is willing to pose for you if you like.” Sally gave Alice a beautiful smile.
“I’ve set up a privacy screen; you can undress behind there if you want. You will find a robe too.” Alice got in character quickly, pretending Sally was her new model.
Sally’s heart was pounding; her palms felt sweaty as he stood behind the screen and slowly undressed, her head just above the screen. She watched as Alice set out her sketchbook, humming to herself. Gracie was sitting on the sofa; Sally knew she would almost certainly get an erection with Gracie watching so intently, so she bravely stepped into view. Alice felt her cheeks flush instantly; the hairs on her arms stood to attention as a shiver surged to her nipples, causing...
