Short Erotic Tales 4
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Table of Contents
Story 3 – Being Naughty part 2
Story 4 – My Stepmothers Affliction
Chapter 1
As I write this I'm feeling ashamed of myself, but at the same time, I feel liberated. I've always been close to my adopted son, some would say too close. I know I've spoilt him ever since my husband left me, and I know he never wants to leave home, although I think in time that will change.
This story really started though with my identical twin sister, because she was the one who bought my adopted son that expensive camera and the source of all this upheaval. He's always liked to keep a scrapbook with photos and other memorabilia, and now he takes pictures just to experiment with what can and can't be done.
I suppose I'd better tell you a little bit about my sister, as she's one of the main characters in this story. To say we are similar would be an understatement; we like the same colors, foods, movies, music and have the same taste in men. Her name is Janet mine is Jane. At thirty-six years of age, we still live together, mainly because her husband died of leukemia three years ago and mine left me around the same time.
Sometimes we play around with Paul, my adopted son, and find it very easy to fool him into thinking my sister's me. When we wear the same clothes, he finds it very hard to tell us apart and both of us like long hair so he's always making a mistake by talking to my sister like she's his adoptive mother. It can be quite funny at times, but then this story came about because of it and now it's not as funny.
As I said earlier, it started with the camera. Paul wanted to take shots of us in various poses, and Janet kept teasing him with little flashes of her underwear, usually when he wasn't ready for the shot. Like I said, at first it was funny, but then after he'd let on that he wanted to take some real photos of us both because he thought we were hot I began to wonder what thoughts were going through his head.
It was while Janet and I were alone one day that I asked her a question, and her answer shocked me.
"What do you think I should do about Paul noticing us in that way?" I said.
"If you're referring to the time he thought we were hot...nothing, he's a growing lad with raging hormones just like every other guy. He's bound to notice things, besides we are hot," replied Janet with a wink.
"He's not a lad anymore Janet, he's a young man and at eighteen he's never had a girlfriend, at least none that I know of."
"Well...he knows about sex because I've seen the magazines in his bedroom, and I'm sure he's doing with them what every male does at his age," said Janet knowingly.
"Oh I know about that, but I also know it's a natural thing for a young man of his age to do so that doesn't bother me. What does concern me is that he's noticing us in a sexual way, and that's not healthy," I replied thinking I had a good point.
"Ok...well why don't you let me test him out and see how far he's prepared to go, and then we'll know if he's getting the sort of idea's that you're so worried about?" said Janet.
I wasn't sure about this particular development, but I was interested in what would happen so I agreed. It was the overheard conversation the next day between Paul and Janet that had me worried, because he'd asked her again about posing for him and she said all right, but that he should wait until his mother has to go to the store or something.
Now I knew my sister, she was a schemer and could be quite devious at times, but it was the way she didn't tell me her plans later on that day that I found suspicious. The next day I told them both, I was going into town for a new pair of jeans, and that I wouldn't be back for a couple of hours. In reality, I'd made sure the backdoor was unlocked before I left, and sneaked around five minutes after leaving to see what she was up to.
After opening the backdoor as quietly as I could I heard voices coming from the sitting room, so I crept into the hallway and listened just behind their door.
"Ok Paul, first of all what would you like me to wear?" said Janet.
"Something sexy Aunty," replied Paul.
I knew that that would mean she was going up stairs to change so I quickly hid back in the kitchen and sure enough, she went to her bedroom. About five minutes later, I heard her coming back down and got into position once more.
"Wow, that's what I mean. You look absolutely stunning Aunt Janet," I could hear Paul saying.
I couldn't help wondering at that point just what she was wearing, and I had to know, so I crept to the edge of the doorframe and peeked. Fortunately for me they were standing at the far end of the room and were standing sideways to me. Then I spotted what Janet was wearing, she had on the smallest skirt she possessed and a tight fitting blouse that made her breasts look huge. Her cleavage was well defined, and she'd even put makeup on.
It all reminded me of how we used to dress when going out on the town hunting for mister right; we must have looked like a couple of hookers back then.
Anyway, Paul was asking her to do some sexy poses and I watched her sit in the chair and open her legs. Paul could see her panties, and was clicking away as Janet moved around in an attempt to pose more seductively. At one point, she unfastened a couple more buttons on her blouse and was showing him parts of the areoles that surround a woman's nipples.
Needless to say, you could hear his camera as he clicked away, and I knew he was getting excited over what he was seeing.
"Ok Paul, I think we'd better stop now, you're getting too excited. I mean look at that," said Janet.
I couldn't see what she was pointing at, but I knew what she was referring to.
"No, just a few more shots Aunty, I'm sorry about that," he replied looking down, "I just find you so incredibly hot I can't help it."
My mind was screaming at me to stop this now, but I was fascinated as to how far Janet would go and a little more than curious as to what she'd seen. The next thing I know, she's unbuttoning her blouse and opening it up. I could see the bra straining to keep its package in check, and then noticed that my own nipples were hard. 'You wait until I get you alone young lady,' I thought continuing to watch my son as he got ever closer to Janet's breasts, and then even he shocked me.
"Could you take the bra off Aunty, and I won't ask for any more than that?" he said.
For a moment Janet didn't say anything, and I thought that she was about to end all of this, but then she reached around to the back and unclipped her bra. The sudden release of pressure made her bra spring forward, and then drop to the floor. Paul just stood there with his mouth slightly open and staring at her incredible breasts.
"Well you naughty little boy, this is what you wanted, so take some pictures already?" said Janet.
Paul was all over the place taking shots of her breasts from above and below, and each time he moved so did Janet, even going as far as running her hands over her breasts suggestively. I could see that this was exciting her because her own nipples were protruding more than usual, and then I caught sight of the bulge in Paul's pants. In that, instant I felt the dampness in my own panties, and a feeling of guilt rushed over me.
I withdrew my head from the frame of the door and stood in the hallway taking deep breaths. I didn't know what to do, on the one hand I knew I should be stopping what was going on, but on the other I realized that it was turning me on and making me feel incredibly hot. I stood there for what seemed like ages, and then slowly peeked again.
"We really should stop now Paul," said Janet, as she closed her blouse over her breasts, "you're getting way too worked up over all this."
Then she ran her hand over the bulge in his pants, as an indication of what she meant, and Paul froze. I watched her mapping out the outline of his hardened cock through his pants as her hand ran from tip to base, and he was standing in just the right spot for me to see how big and fat his meat was from the impression her hand was leaving around his bulge.
I then felt a mini orgasm and realized that I'd been rubbing my pussy through my panties. I closed my eyes and could clearly see that bulge in my minds-eye, my clit was tingling and my nipples were rubbing against my bra, in an effort to escape the confines of said garment.
Upon opening my eyes again, I witnessed Janet unzipping his pants. 'My God, just how far was she going here?' I thought as she reached in and took his shaft out in one swift movement. I could see his member now, and as she ran her hand over its length, a huge string of semen exploded from the tip and landed on Janet's face. I came so hard myself from just the sight of that scene that I almost missed the second burst of seed as Janet rubbed him and dodged the next load.
"Oh God...Mmm... I'm sorry Aunty...I just couldn't hold it back," said Paul, clearly feeling embarrassed.
Janet let go of his cock, and stood up to straighten herself out.
"Go and get cleaned up Paul, and we won't discuss this any further?" replied Janet.
I dodged around the corner and after composing myself; I headed for the backdoor and quietly left. I proceeded to the store and bought myself a pair of jeans before returning home.
When I got home, I found them both watching TV as if nothing had happened, and didn't say anything for a while. Then a friend of Paul's came around asking if he wanted to go to the mall for a latest computer game and they both left shortly afterwards. Leaving me to confront Janet, and find out what the hell she was thinking.
"Ok Janet, out with it...what in God's name were you thinking going as far as that with Paul?" I said.
"You saw all that?" she replied.
"Yes...and please don't act all innocent with me...you went too far, I'd be surprised if he wasn't scarred for life."
"Oh don't be so dramatic sis, you saw what happened. He let his excitement get the better of him, but you've got to admit he's incredibly well built in that department?" said Janet, clearly trying to gauge my response.
"Actually, I'm ashamed of myself for not stopping it all, and annoyed that I got so worked up over what I'd seen."
"I know...isn't he magnificent though? I'm telling you sis when he came the first time I had an orgasm and I've never known anyone to have a cock as thick as his. It was like holding my wrist, but even I felt guilty for taking it so far, that's why I stopped," replied Janet.
I must have relaxed a bit after that because I gradually opened up to what I was feeling during this entire episode.
"I came myself when I saw him ejaculating, and I felt so hot and wet that I could hardly breathe," I confessed.
"I have a confession myself Jane...I want to fuck him," said Janet.
I didn't know what to say at that point, but the thought of me watching made me feel hot again, and to this day, I can't believe what I did say.
"Can I watch?"
"Oh sis...of course you can, I think if we did it in the bedroom and you hid in the wardrobe that would be perfect," replied Janet, with an obvious air of anticipation written across her face.
It was the next day that we put this plan into action, after we'd cleared the wardrobe of all the clothes bar a couple of dress suits, that I could hide behind should he open the wardrobe for whatever reason. I was then to make it clear that I was going to work, when in fact I'd taken a day's leave of absence.
Janet made sure that Paul was out of the way when she let me back in, after I'd said I was off and would see them both later. Quickly I got up stairs and hid in the wardrobe, allowing the doors to remain ajar just enough to see the entire bed. I must have sat there for twenty minutes before hearing their voices on the stairs, although at first I couldn't hear what they were saying.
"I just thought it might be better if I let you take pictures up here Paul, and that way I could be more comfortable," I heard Janet say as they entered the bedroom.
She was wearing exactly the same things as the day before, and Paul had his camera in hand with a look of excitement written across his face. Janet lay on the bed and struck a sexy pose and off he went, taking shots from all angles. She allowed her skirt to ride up her thigh, which revealed her panties, and he took a lot of pictures of her crotch area.
She then sat up and leaned against the headboard before undoing her blouse again and showing him her breasts as they heaved below a tight fitting bra. The bulge in his pants gave the fact away that once again, he was getting excited, and as I watched his reactions to whatever Janet was doing I rubbed my clit through the material of my panties. Janet then unclipped her bra and allowed it to fall onto the bed, only this time she urged him closer.
I watched as he got onto the bed between her legs and took some close ups of her large breasts, and then she spoke.
"Just how far do you want me to go?" she said.
"As far as you want and still feel comfortable with," he replied, taking another shot.
Janet then unfastened her skirt with the zipper on the side, and pulled it down and off before discarding it onto the floor. She then took her blouse off and remained sitting in just her panties.
"Oh God...that's so fucking erotic Aunt Janet," he said, taking more and more photos with each second that passed by.
Janet then slid her hand down her panties and began to play with herself, which drove Paul nuts. He knew she had her fingers over her pussy, and I could almost feel him willing her to go further. That's when she pulled her panties down and revealed her freshly shaved pussy, and he got excited and put the camera down.
I watched him move up the bed, and saw him tentatively reach out a hand before gently touching her pussy lips with the tip of one finger. By now, I'd pulled my panties to one side and had a finger buried inside my snatch, and felt incredibly wet from watching the scene in front of me. He then ran a finger over the moistness that Janet was producing, and suddenly allowed it to enter her womanhood.
I could hear Janet's soft moan as his finger delved as deep as it would go, and then I heard Janet tell him to get off the bed. He did so, with a look of confusion across his face, but then Janet reached for his pants and unfastened the zip before pulling them down around his ankles. Paul stepped out of them, and Janet skillfully slipped his briefs off to reveal that wonderful cock once again.
She then sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his hardness, as he stood between her legs. They were in such a position that I could see his cock as it ran through her hand, and the thoughts of wanton lust surging through my mind were unbelievable. Janet then leaned forward, and engulfed his meat, and I came right there. I could see it was stretching her mouth, and the more that entered her, the hotter I became. Then she started to caress his testicles and after just another minute, I could hear him grunting and moaning out loud before he shot his first load of the day into her mouth.
Janet sucked it harder, and I could see blobs of semen escaping from the corners of her mouth, but she didn't stop. She was clearly draining him and making sure, he remained hard. By the time he stopped coming, Janet had cum juice running down her chin and landing on her breasts. Still she carried on, and I realized that my panties were soaked.
When she thought she'd taken him far enough she allowed his cock to leave her mouth and then stood up to turn around and bend over the bed. She looked back and smiled up at him, before he positioned himself behind her and with one hand holding his meat he guided it into her wet pussy. Janet let out a moan of pleasure as the end of his cock found home and started to sink slowly inside her.
I knew he must be stretching her as she was correct about the thickness of his cock, I'd never seen one that thick before in my life. Her moans were soft at the beginning, but as he started to speed up her groans of pleasure were echoing around the room. By now, he was slamming his entire length into her cunt and I could see her gripping the sheets around the bed and clenching her teeth, with a look of sheer bliss crossing her face with each penetration of his shaft. Just then, she screamed that she was coming and this must have been too much for Paul as he took hold of his cock and brought it out to shoot a huge string of cum all over her ass and back. Janet quickly turned around and caught the third escape of his semen in her mouth before sucking him dry again. I could see by the look on his face that this particular action wasn't expected, but the joy of his expression made me cum again.
After that, I could hear him thanking Janet for such a wonderful experience, before Janet told him to get cleaned up. A couple of minutes later he was in the shower and she was opening the wardrobe doors.
"Fucking hell sis, did you see all that?" said Janet clearly flushed and not over what had just happened.
I got out of the wardrobe, and felt the juices of my own orgasm running down my inner thighs.
"I'm so incredibly horny after watching that Janet, but I need to get out of here while he's still in the shower," I replied, doing just that.
I stayed away for a couple of hours, and when I returned I made out that I'd left work early because of a migraine. Once again they were behaving like nothing had happened, and I caught myself several times taking a look at his crotch. Later that night after Paul had gone to bed we discussed what had happened.
"What did it feel like when he first entered you Janet?" I said, wanting every little detail.
"When his cock first touched my pussy and started to stretch the opening, I had a mini orgasm that left me tingling all over. It wasn't just the cock though; it was the thought of being watched at the same time. I felt myself getting incredibly hot and horny as hell, that I honestly didn't care at that moment that it was your adopted son," she replied.
"I could see you were enjoying it by the expressions on your face, and I came twice just watching it all. I was so wet and at the same time feeling such a need to have a cock between my legs that I felt faint from the heat in that wardrobe." I said, excitedly.
"You do know that he's going to want to do that again sometime soon, don't you?" said Janet.
"I know, but please if it happens let me watch again, I just can't get enough of all that eroticism," I heard myself say and not quite believing I'd said it.
It was two days later that the climax of this story happened, as I'd decided to wear a similar outfit to my sister’s on the day she'd seduced my adopted son. I don't know to this day whether that was a conscious idea or an unconscious one, I just know that when my son entered the kitchen and saw me standing over the sink he asked where his mother was.
The naughty thoughts going through my head at that moment sent my mind spinning.
"She's gone into the city," I heard myself saying, and felt my cheeks flush.
I then felt his hand on my butt over my short skirt, and as he squeezed the left cheek, he leaned over my shoulder.
"Fancy fooling around again?" he whispered into my ear.
I felt hot and bothered, and already I could feel myself getting wet just by thinking of the other day. Then I felt his hand touching my inner thigh as it crept up towards my womanhood, and as he brushed my panties, I came. I could then feel the hardness of his cock as he pressed in closer to me, and I knew at that moment I was going to let this go too far. I turned around to face him, and slid my hand over the bulge in his pants feeling the taboo shape of his large cock.
He tried to kiss me, but I dodged his advance. I must have thought that that was too intimate, yet what I wanted to do was far more outrageous. I could now feel what Janet felt when she'd held him, and it felt so good I couldn't wait to see it in the flesh. I unzipped his trousers and placed a hand inside, only to discover he wasn't wearing any briefs. He must have thought this through before coming into the kitchen, and now his large cock was in my hand.
I pulled it free and looked down as it stuck out of his pants, it felt incredible to hold and feel as it pulsated in my hand. I found myself running my hand over the full length, and then his hand reached up to cup my right breast through my tight top. My nipples were already rock hard, and each time he squeezed my tit I felt wetter.
I then had an urge to drop to my knees, which I didn't fight, and there before me was this magnificent looking cock that had made me so excited over the last few days. I opened my mouth and moved forward, and then felt it touching my lips for the first time. I savored the moment before allowing it to enter my mouth, and then slowly started to suck it in. I could feel my mouth stretching over it, and the feeling of wetness between my legs was unbelievable.
Paul got excited as I started to go faster, and I could feel him thrusting forward every time my head bobbed back and forth. At one point, I gagged as he was getting too excited, and I stopped him from moving by holding his hips with both hands. I was managing to get three quarters of his cock into my mouth, but there was no way I could let it all in as he was just too big. Then I felt it pulsate and knew that he was about to cum, and I immediately held onto it with one hand as he did so.
I felt the spurt of the first load hit the back of my throat and coughed involuntarily; making his seed splash back onto his cock but as the second one hit, I sucked him harder and felt him shake as my tongue covered the hole for the last jet of jism. I kept sucking after that wanting him to stay hard, and when I was sure he would I stood up.
"That was incredible Aunt Janet," he said, while placing his hands over my covered breasts.
I looked down to see his manhood looking up and ready for more, which is when I unfastened both my skirt and bra, before removing everything. I stood in the kitchen now completely naked, and watched him remove his clothes before standing up next to me. I then took his hand and led him over to the kitchen bar, where I placed one foot on the foot rail and lifted myself off the ground, before holding his shoulder for balance and letting him stand between my legs for a good penetration.
He got the idea straight away, and before long, I could feel him entering me for the first time. I had to bend my knees somewhat in this position as I was a little too high but each time I dropped onto his cock he stood on the tips of his toes to meet me. His cock was stretching my pussy, but with all the moisture that I was producing, he found it very easy to penetrate me. As this action got faster and faster, I started to cum, and could feel my juices pouring over his shaft with each thrust.
He then placed a hand around my butt to hold me steady and began to pound my poor pussy for all he was worth. I came so hard a few minutes later that I felt, I was going to fall, but then felt the grip he had on me as he too started to cum once more. He removed his cock just as the first spurt came, and I saw it hitting my outer thigh and running down my leg as he came again onto my stomach.
When it was all over I told him to go clean up, and that brings me to how all of this happened in the first place. The guilt caught up on me that night, and I revealed to Janet, when Paul had gone to bed, just what I'd done. She surprised me by saying how incredibly hot my actions were, and that she was sorry she'd missed the action. The thing is I hadn't had sex for well over a year before this event and it left me feeling liberated and whole once again.
We discussed it in length after that, and I didn't know what would happen in the future.
Chapter 2
A week after my adventure with Paul I was washing the dishes when Janet walked into the kitchen. She was the only one who knew what I'd done, and I wanted it to remain that way. She messed around for a few minutes doing odd jobs that didn't really need to be done, and sort of hovering as if she had something to say but couldn't get it out in the open.
"Ok...what's wrong Janet? If you've got something to say, out with it?" I said, putting down a plate I was holding.
Janet laughed, and turned towards me.
"I've always found it hard to keep anything from you, but what I want to ask is a bit delicate," said Janet.
"Just say it, I can only agree or disagree with whatever you say," I responded.
"Well...the thing is, ever since the day you told me about your liaison with Paul I've wished that I could have seen what had happened, and I was wondering if you would consider...
"Doing it again so that you can watch?" I interrupted.
"Yes," she said.
"I won't lie to you Janet. There isn't a day that goes by without me thinking about doing it again, but the day after it happened I felt so guilty that I swore I'd never let anything like that happen again," I replied, seeing the disappointment on her face. "However, I've had time to consider all the variables about what happened, and I've come to the conclusion that I didn't hurt anyone. In fact I've had strong urges over these last two days to repeat the pleasure I felt that day, so yes I will do it if that's what you want?"
"Oh that's great, so when are you planning it?" said Janet, excitedly.
"I was thinking when he gets in from football practice, but I want your help. I'm going to tease him a little, just to make sure he's interested and I want you to make out you're his mother. When I'm convinced he thinks I'm you the show will begin and I'll give you a cue to get into the wardrobe, ok?"
"Ok, sounds good," replied Janet.
Two hours later the stage was set and I heard Paul coming in the backdoor. He always came in that way when he'd been playing football as he was usually dirty and needed a shower, most others would shower after the practice but he only lived around the corner and found it easier to come home.
I was sitting in the lounge and heard him say I'm back mom, to which Janet responded with an ok and greeted him in the hallway. She was dressed the way I usually dress, where as I was wearing some pretty provocative clothes. He must have accepted it because he told her he was going to get a shower and would be down in a few minutes.
I then heard Janet say she was going out for a couple of hours to meet an old friend, but that she'd wait until he came back down and that dinner would be late tonight.
He just agreed as he walked up the stairs, and then Janet came back into the lounge.
"Well...he's all set for you and when he comes down, if you could distract him for a few minutes after I've told him that I'll see him later I'll get into the wardrobe, ok?" said Janet.
"Ok...but...
"You're not having second thoughts are you?" said Janet.
"No, I just feel incredibly horny and the more I think about what's going to happen the hornier I get," I replied.
"Well I can't say I don't understand because I do, remember I've already sampled what you'll be going through tonight, and I've wanted to repeat it a few times now," said Janet, nudging me and giving me a wink.
The truth is I was still having doubts about all this, and I think it had something to do with the guilt I felt from not only having sex with my adopted son but fooling him into believing I was someone else.
A few minutes later, I could hear Paul coming down the stairs and got myself ready mentally. When he walked in, he was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and greeted us both with a hug.
"As I said earlier Paul, dinners going to be a bit late tonight as I have to go somewhere. So in the meantime if you feel hungry grab yourself a hot pocket or something until I get back, ok?" said Janet, convincingly.
Meanwhile he'd sat opposite me and after confirming that he understood Janet left the room. We both heard the door closing but only I knew she was now creeping up the stairs. I was wearing a tight fitting low cut dress, and had shaved my legs. I also hadn't bothered putting any panties on, as I wanted to tease him a little before the action started. At first, he didn't say anything, and we both watched something dumb on the TV. Neither one of us was interested in what was showing but we couldn't be bothered to change the channel.
That's when I sat back and opened my legs a little, not once looking over to see what he was doing. I knew that he could see my inner thigh, but not much else and I made sure I had his attention before pulling the lever on the side of the chair and reclining back. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell his head was pointed in my direction, and that he could probably see my pussy. I stretched and allowed my legs to part a bit more, and then saw him adjusting himself in his chair.
"Aunt Janet, would you mind if I took some pictures of you in that chair?" he suddenly said, leaning forward.
"If you want to Paul," I replied.
Off he went to fetch his camera, and within a minute, he was back again. He sat down opposite me once more and I could see the zoom mechanism popping out, and couldn't help wondering how detailed a close up would be. He then asked me to pose again, not knowing that I'd never posed for him. I just did what I saw Janet doing the other day, and pretty soon, he was all around my chair taking shots from all angles.
I'd just unfastened a few buttons on the front of my dress when I suddenly had the urge to lead him on a bit, so I got up from the chair and began to undress slowly and provocatively. I led him out into the hallway with the camera clicking away like mad, as I teased him with a flash of my pussy by pulling my dress up quickly and letting it fall back down.
As I reached the stairs, I felt my dress falling down around me, and stepped out of it. He was now taking shots of my bare ass, as I climbed the stairs, and by the time, I'd reached the top my bra was laying on the middle step. He followed me into the bedroom where I laid down and brought my knees up to my chest. He loved that and he took several shots of my now wet pussy, before I opened my legs wide and ran a finger through the delicate folds of womanly flesh.
My first thought as he got nearer to me was that Janet was right; knowing that someone is watching you can be a real turn on. When he got onto the bed, I took the camera away from him, and ran my hands over the obvious bulge in his jeans. He let out a sigh as my hand felt the full length through the fabric, and then pulled down the zipper. He immediately got off the bed and stripped after that, before grabbing my ankles and climbing on at the foot of the bed.
He then spread my legs wide and leaned into me, and the thought of my pussy lips being open and the tongue that was even now getting nearer made me cum. He licked my wetness, and I felt a wonderful sensation pass through my body and closed my eyes. I could then feel his tongue darting in and out and deliberately flicking my clit, before he spread the lips with both hands and began to lap at my juices.
I arched my back wanting to feel his tongue going deeper, and he inserted a finger as he licked harder. I wondered what Janet was feeling right at that moment, and casually looked in the direction of the wardrobe. I could see it slightly ajar, but I couldn't see her. Then Paul crept up the bed, and I pulled him onto my right side and lay him over onto his back, before spreading his legs and getting between them in a kneeling position.
His cock was so impressive and right in front of my face when I gripped it and allowed it to run through my hands. I then licked the ridge first, and sucked the end into my mouth, to the sounds of his moans of approval. I tried very hard to deep throat his shaft, but he was too big. Instead, I allowed half of it into my mouth and began to speed up and my head was bobbing up and down, as my lips encircled the circumference of his meat. I could feel his hands on the back of my head and at one point he pushed too hard and I gagged as it hit the back of my throat.
I got it back under control and he eased off, and suddenly I felt and tasted his seed as he exploded inside my mouth. I swallowed hard and fast, but when he came again, I couldn't keep it in and found it seeping out and running down my chin. I then removed it from my mouth and carried on stroking the full length with my hand in time to witness the last explosive exit of his man seed as it shot out and landed on his stomach.
After releasing it and being sure that he stayed hard, I scampered up the bed and quickly sat astride him before placing my hand behind me and guiding his cock into my pussy. It went in with ease as I was so wet, and I started to lift myself up with my knees and drop down onto it. When I'd got a good rhythm going I could only imagine what Janet was seeing, and that made me even wetter if that was possible. By now, his cock was going as far inside me as it could go, and I loved how it stretched me. Then I felt the usual sensations that preceded an orgasm, the tingling feet and cold flush that seemed to travel up my body and end around my neck. I was aware of my erect nipples as they hardened to the point of being painful, and then realized that I was now gushing over his cock.
I'd never felt such an intense orgasm in my entire life, and when he shouted that he was about to cum I pulled myself off and put my hand behind me to hold it. I could feel his seed hitting my back, and I tried to stroke it into giving me another load, when he did I ran my fingers through it and finished by sliding my hand over his wet cock.
We lay there for what seemed like hours, but in reality were only a few minutes. When at last I could compose myself enough to sit up, I got off the bed and told him to get cleaned up. He got off the bed and went straight to the bathroom, without saying a word. When I heard the shower going, I crossed over to the wardrobe and opened the doors. Janet was a mess, she was sweating from both the heat in the wardrobe and the intensity of the orgasm she'd just had watching us.
"Fucking hell Jane, that was the most erotic event of my life. I must have cum about four times just watching you two, it was incredible," she said, trying to stand.
I helped her up and then spotted a video camera in her right hand.
"You didn't?" I said, point at the camera.
"Every second of it," she replied.
I told her to leave now and come back in thirty minutes, by then I knew we'd be back down stairs.
After a while when Janet was back I made an excuse to leave the room and we changed into our normal clothes before joining Paul down stairs.
"How did it go tonight mom?" said Paul, as I entered the sitting room.
'Amazingly,' I thought before answering.
"Oh alright...so what did you two get up to while I was gone? See anything good on the TV?" I replied.
I made the dinner after that and Paul decided he wanted an early night so he went to bed around ten thirty, and as soon as he'd gone Janet and I were off.
"Do you want to see it?" she said, knowing damn well I did.
I just gave her a look and she smiled knowingly, before getting off the chair and placing the tape into the video recorder. She then adjusted the volume on the TV until it was really low before pressing play on the remote. It started off just as he spread my legs on the bed and went down on me, and I could see how much I was arching my back as he licked and fingered me.
It was when I was sucking his cock that my pussy started getting wet all over again. I couldn't believe how much of his cock was going into my mouth, and when I saw his seed running down my chin I closed my eyes remembering the event vividly. By the time I was watching myself riding him, I'd already cum again, and so had Janet. She got up and retrieved the tape, before sitting back down and talking about it.
"I never thought it was possible to cum so intensely just by watching someone else sis, it was truly unbelievable," said Janet.
"Imagine how I felt then, as it was me you were watching," I replied, smiling.
"Oh I know how it feels, I've been there remember. So what do you think will happen next, or are you going to end it all now?" said Janet, waiting intently for my reply.
"That's just it Janet I can't end it, I want more of what I felt tonight," I replied.
Janet got up from where she was sitting and sat down next to me.
"I have a confession to make," she said, "when he was going down on you I wanted to swap places with him."
She then ran her hand over my covered breast before squeezing it and letting go. I stopped her right there.
“Janet, it is one thing to have sex with ones adopted son, but quite another to have it with one’s own blood relative and that’s where I draw the line,” I said seeing the disappointment on Janet’s face. “At least he’s not blood related, but even so it would still be frowned upon by today’s society, and besides I already feel enough guilt without you adding to it.”
“I understand,” replied Janet as she cuddled up close to me.
We must have stayed like that for some time, before I eventually spoke again.
"It's a shame we couldn't both take him at the same time," I said.
"Perhaps there is a way, it's coming up to Halloween and that's a time for masks," replied Janet.
The idea had merit and for the next two weeks, we made plans. Paul had always liked Halloween, and even now when he was too old to go out for candy he enjoyed giving it out at the door and even going as far as dressing up himself just to scare the kids as he opened the door.
When the day arrived, I'd laid the plan out to both Janet and Paul. I was going to meet with a few friends and have a drink in the town, although Paul objected that I wouldn't be there. Janet told him she would be, and that Jane would be back well before the night was over. In reality, I was going to be dressed up as a gypsy with flared pants and a small tight fitting top that didn't cover my mid drift. Of course, the real secret to this costume was going to be the ballroom mask that fitted over most of my face and just left my mouth exposed. When I first wore this for Janet to approve, she convinced me that Paul wouldn't know it was me. There was a problem however, and that was my voice. Paul was no fool, he'd recognize my voice as soon as I started to talk, but then Janet had an idea. She got hold of some spooky songs that she downloaded from the internet, songs like Monster mash and thriller. Her plan was to play this music loud so that he found it hard to hear anything I might say. As an extra precaution, though I decided to say as little as possible when Janet introduced me as a work colleague.
It all went fine at the beginning of the night, as I had said my goodbyes and quickly drove around the corner to remove the clothes I was wearing over my costume. I then walked back and knocked on the door. Paul answered it followed closely by Janet, and as the door opened, the music could be heard.
"Jill, is that you?" said Janet.
I just nodded and walked in when invited. I could already see Paul checking out my figure, and appreciating the tight fitting top I was wearing.
"Paul this is Jill, a friend from work," said Janet.
"Hi Jill," he replied, taking my hand.
I simply nodded and shock his hand, before we all went into the sitting room and sat down. The music was all over the house as we had a pretty good sound system and we had decorated the hallway with appropriate Halloween stuff that set the mood whenever we would open the door. We had candy by the bucket load, all waiting by the front entrance, but we knew that the doorbell wouldn't be going off for a couple of hours yet which was fine by me. That's when Janet started talking about Paul, and shortly before we got down to pleasuring him and ourselves.
"Paul do you have to stare?" said Janet, in a raised voice.
"I'm sorry Aunt Janet, I was just admiring your friends figure," he replied, thinking I couldn't hear him over the music.
"I know what you were doing, and she knows all about you," said Janet, giving me a wink.
Janet then turned down the music a little, much to Paul's appreciation.
"What does she know?" he finally said.
"Jill's my closest friend and I told her about our little indiscretions?" replied Janet, much to Paul's dismay.
"You didn't?" was all he could say.
"Yes I did, and not only that but she wanted to sample it for herself," finished Janet.
Paul looked my way again, taking in what he could see of my face with the mask on, and checking out the breasts that looked huge in this tight outfit. That's when Janet and I made our move; we'd decided earlier on that as soon as he knew what I was there for we would begin. We both stood up together and sat either side of him on the sofa, before I smiled and ran my hand over the growing bulge in his pants. He looked at Janet, as if for approval and after she kissed him he started to relax.
Soon I had his jeans unfastened and had pulled them down and off, before placing my fingers in the rim of his boxer shorts and pulling them down as well. His cock sprang to attention as it was released, and when Janet saw it she bent forward to take it into her mouth. At the same time, I was holding it and had gotten down between his legs, and then started to fondle and lick his balls. Janet was sucking in quite a bit as Paul lay back to enjoy the sensations coursing through his body.
When she felt my lips touching hers, she relinquished her prize and let me suck his bell end. Paul was looking down at the action, and letting out little moans of lust with each slurp of my tongue. We both licked and sucked in turn after that and soon we could feel him arching his back and knew that he was about to cum his load. I was stroking it and Janet was sucking when he came, and the explosive exit was incredible.
He shouted out that he was coming as it hit the end, and we had it between our faces as it shot forth. Janet tried to catch the first one, but only succeeded in getting it on her cheek whereas the second one shot straight up into my mouth as I engulfed it once again to clean him up. I kept sucking until he begged me to stop, as the sensations from my tongue on the ridge of his cock were driving him nuts. When I stopped he was still rock hard, and we began to strip. I took everything off except my mask, and Janet followed suit. We both then stripped him of his tee shirt and socks before pushing him down onto his back on the sofa. Janet then got astride his cock and guided it in, as I knelt over his face and opened my pussy lips up to encourage his tongue to get to work.
He was licking me hard as he held onto my hips, and I could hear Janet behind me moaning aloud with each penetration. He was flicking my clit with his tongue and twirling it around much to my approval, and when I heard Janet screaming that she was going to cum I flooded his mouth with my cream. He lapped it up harder and harder, and I sort of collapsed onto him. After a few more minutes he suddenly wanted to take control, and as he hadn't cum yet I found him wanting to get me to bend over on the sofa.
What happened next would forever be embedded in my mind, for as he began to fuck me deep from behind he said, "Mom I've wanted to fuck you for so long now."
The words didn't register at first, and then I saw the look on Janet's face and suddenly realized what he'd said. He knew it was me, and in that moment I came so hard I was gripping the pillow on the sofa like my life depended on it. When he came a few seconds later, I felt the spurt of man seed hitting my ass, and then lay there for what seemed like ages.
When I finally stirred, I tentatively looked around to see them both staring at me. Paul reached for my mask, and without any objections from me he removed it.
"How did you know?" I said, suddenly feeling exposed.
"I'd recognize that body anywhere, although I have to say you both had me fooled at first. It was when you stripped in front of me that I knew, no one could have a body like yours except your sister," he said, a smile lighting up his face.
We then went on to tell him all about our secret; how he'd already fucked me, but didn't know it. And for whatever reason the guilt I'd been experiencing finally abated and I was glad he'd found out. We had a great Halloween that year and a lot more adventures together, but this story can never be topped, it was the most incredible experience of my life.
The End
I’ve always felt proud of my body, and at the age of 36, I was still looking good. For over 13 years, I've been modeling for the local college, in their art class. My husband had left his son and me (from a previous marriage) some years ago, and my stepson knew all about the modeling. His name was David and at the age of 18, he was okay with what I did.
I just got a call this day that there was a new class starting and would I be available? I informed them that I was interested, and asked when they would need me. They told me it would be the next day, and that as usual it would be a nude class.
I told my stepson when he got home that day that I was doing another class, but he already knew. I didn't think to question how he knew, and we just had a light meal that night and watched a bit of TV before going to bed.
The next day I was saying goodbye to my stepson and noticed that he was a bit quiet for some reason, but when I asked him if anything was wrong he just said no so I let it be.
When I arrived at the college I was greeted as normal by the art teacher who I’d come to know over the years and admired. His name is Frank and as usual, he showed me the way to the art class. The class itself was one of a few that didn't have windows, so the only people who could see me when modeling were those in the class itself. This day I found that Frank had laid out a beautiful large light pink and very soft rug that draped over several tables that covered a large area. To the side was a table with fruit in a bowl with grapes hanging over the edge and a single red apple right next to it. On the other side of this table was an old-fashioned quill in an inkpot and a large decorative candle.
I was to pose in the middle of all this color, with the decorative table standing to the left of me. I could already imagine some of the finished paintings and thought how nice this one would be. I undressed only when all the canvasses were set up and the students were ready to go. On this day however, I was in for a shock, because when Frank allowed the students in one of them was my stepson.