Mommy Tales (erotica)
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Story 2 – My Stepmother’s Affliction
Story 5 – The Stepmother’s Sins
The sensible part of me wishes that I didn’t have this secret to tell, but the naughty part wants me to tell the whole world. I’ve always loved my adopted son, as every mother should, but for the last six months we’ve been doing things that no mother and son should ever do, adopted or not.
It all started when my son showed an interest in filming, as he’d chosen to study to be a cinematographer. I’ve always encouraged my son in the past, so with that in mind I actually went out and bought him his first expensive digital video camera. It was a top of the range sort of camera, which even adjusted itself when not being held with a steady hand to clear up the picture.
To say he was thrilled would be an understatement, and for the first few days he was content to film just about anything that moved. Johnny and I had been alone now for over two years as his father was killed in a traffic accident. So it would be fair to say that I spoilt him a little, but now that he was eighteen, he reminded me of how much his adopted father had missed. He was always proud of his adopted son and I was proud of the man who selflessly allowed me to adopt because I couldn’t have kids of my own.
My son though was showing an unhealthy interest in me. I first noticed that when he wanted to film me in the garden. I was sunbathing and he wanted to try different angles and experiment with his camera. I saw nothing wrong with it at first, so I let him do whatever he wanted to.
It was when he’d gone to bed that night and left his camera on the kitchen table, that I discovered what he’d been doing. As most of you know digital camera’s come with a memory card, and all you have to do to access the card is plug it into your computer. So there I was double clicking the icon on the screen to access the video he’d named “mom.”
At first, it looked innocent enough, as he was shooting me from different angles in the garden, and then I saw that he’d zoomed onto my breasts. It wasn’t a lingering look either. He’d tried from several locations to get the best bust shot he could get. At first, I thought ‘what am I going to do with you Johnny,’ and then the film changed to that of my crotch. It was then that I learnt how revealing the bottom half of my bikini really was. The material had ridden up the crack of my pussy and he was zooming in on it.
That wasn’t the worst thing though, as he must have had the voice function on when he was shooting all of this. Because I distinctly heard him say, “God I’d love to fuck that,” under his breath. That still wasn’t the worst part as I suddenly realized I was getting wet between my legs.
I stopped the footage and sat back in my chair, not quite knowing what to do. My mind was a mass of conflicting messages, on the one hand, I knew how wrong all of this was but on the other it actually excited me to think that my son thought of me the way my husband used to. I must have watched that recording three more times before going to bed, and each time it seemed to excite me more.
The next day I decided to confront him with what I’d seen, and see where it went from there.
“Johnny, I need to talk to you about something,” I said, trying to get the words right in my head.
“Ok mom,” he replied, full of attention.
“I saw the movie you shot of me in the garden last night, and was shocked by the contents,” I said, trying to gauge his response.
“You didn’t?” was all he could say.
“Yes, and although it seemed erotic, you know it was wrong don’t you?”
“You thought it was erotic?” he said.
“Well, perhaps erotic was the wrong word, but I think you know what I’m saying here Johnny. What were you thinking?” I replied.
“When I saw you in that bathing costume I realized for the first time in my life just how sexy you really are. You have an incredible figure for a thirty-six year old, and the truth is it excited me to see you like that. I’m sorry if it offended you, I realize that it was wrong and I’ll delete that footage straight away,” he said, obviously feeling guilty about it all.
“You don’t have to delete it, just don’t let anyone else ever see it,” I replied, wondering why I was being so lenient with him, “the truth is it was quite erotic to me.”
I think I saw a sparkle in his eyes as I said that, as if ideas had just popped into his head.
“Can I ask you a question mom?”
“Of course you can Johnny,” I replied.
“If I’d been honest about it all would you have let me film you the way I did?”
“That’s a hard question to answer…but provided no one ever got to see that film, I dare say I wouldn’t have minded so much. I think it was the way you did it that shocked me,” I replied.
“Ok, fair enough. I’m asking you now, would you mind if I made an erotic movie with you. I’d like to film you wearing something erotic, and see where it goes.”
Now I’d done it, I’d just finished telling him that I wouldn’t have minded, so if I said no now it would mean I was lying. It was then that I remembered watching his movie and something inside was telling me to go for it.
“Ok, I’ll allow this on one condition,”
“What’s that?”
“I get to see whatever is on that camera and if I think it’s too provocative I decide whether or not to delete it, fair enough?”
“Done…I’ll go and get my camera,” he replied.
“What…you want to do it now?” I said.
“Why not, there’s no time like the present,” he replied, and off he went.
‘What the hell have I got myself into,’ I thought as I got up from the table.
I had to admit I was tingling all over with anticipation. I think the thought of not knowing what might happen was an exquisite tease, and the more I thought about it the naughtier my thoughts became.
I went to the bedroom and looked through my clothes, I was looking for something sexy and thinking if he wants erotic let’s give it to him. In hindsight, I think I believed that nothing bad could come of this, and that filming his mother would just be an erotic memory in the future.
‘There it is,’ I thought, my wrap around short skirt. It was a skirt, my husband used to love especially when I didn’t wear any panties. That wasn’t about to happen here though. Instead, I opted for my red thong, which barely covered me. ‘Well, what the hell if he wants erotic this should work out,’ I thought. I then took out a buttoned up blouse and quickly got dressed.
When I looked in the mirror after dressing I was happy that my older clothes still fit me, and had to admit I still had what it takes. I then put on a small amount of make-up, lipstick and a little eyeliner and then I was ready.
I’d decided to wear a wonder bra, and undo a couple of buttons on my blouse to show a little cleavage. When I left the bedroom, I was feeling hot, in both a physical and mental way. I didn’t know what was going to happen and the erotic thoughts racing through my mind were making me feel sexy.
Johnny was waiting for me when I got down stairs, and gave me a wolf whistle when I entered the room. I smiled at that, and tentatively looked him in the eye.
“Where do you want me?”
“Come with me,” he said, leading me into the back room.
This area was used for his gym equipment, as he worked out at least three times a week.
“You see that bench where I normally have my weights, could you lay on that for me,” he said pointing to the equipment he was referring to.
This piece of gym kit was a slanting bench, just wide enough for someone to lie down upon. The barbells had been removed so I wasn’t about to hit my head when I got into position. My butt was firmly seated on the straight piece in the middle, and my head was at the top of this bench. It felt comfortable enough, so when I felt ready I told him to start.
At first, he just pointed the video camera at me and circled the bench several times, asking me to turn my head this way and that. He then asked me to raise one leg and place my foot squarely on the end of the bench. When I did that of course, I realized that he could now see my thong, but this was supposed to be an erotic shoot so it had to contain some eroticism.
When he’d walked around to the bottom of the bench he stayed there for some time, and I remember thinking ‘I am covered up, I’m sure of it,’ and that’s when it happened. He asked if he could adjust me, and thinking he was talking about my legs, I said yes.
The next thing I know his fingers are lightly brushing my pussy mound, as he’s pulling my thong to one side. I froze, for a few seconds I didn’t know what to do. I felt so excited and appalled at the same time, but the lust in me was winning this battle.
For all those seconds I realized that he was filming my shaved pussy, and the only sounds in that room were of my heavy breathing and a slight humming sound coming from his video camera. He then suddenly put my leg down, and wandered up my body with his camera.
“Could you undo a few more buttons on your blouse mom,” he said as if nothing had happened.
My legs were on either side of the bench, and I could feel myself getting wetter and in that instant, I realized I was going to do exactly what he asked of me. I slowly unfastened a few more buttons and pulled the blouse apart slightly to reveal the top of my bra. He then moved forward, and this time without asking he quickly pressed the stud in the middle of my bra and released the pressure that was holding my breasts in place. Suddenly he could see the areoles surrounding my nipples, and began to shoot again. I looked down feeling incredibly hot to witness my breasts that were almost spilling out of my blouse and had the naughtiest thought of the day.
I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse allowing my breasts to swing free. My nipples were still covered by my blouse on either side but the rounded shape of my breasts was pushing the blouse outward. He then shot me from all angles, in an attempt to get the most out of the shapes he was seeing. I felt so wet at that moment, and then I spotted the large bulge between his legs as he walked around.
He was wearing tight jeans, so the bulge was more than evident. I kept looking away, thinking you’re going too far. However, the more he filmed and the more I saw that bulge the hornier I became. He then slowly pulled my blouse to one side on the right revealing my breast with a hardened nipple.
I moaned slightly as the air wafted over my nipple, and watched him as he got in close. I don’t know what came over me next, as I suddenly pulled the other part of my blouse to one side revealing my other breast.
“Oh my God mom, you’ve got beautiful breasts,” he said, making me feel even hornier, “could you take the blouse off for me?”
I didn’t say anything; I just removed it along with the bra that was still hanging around my back. I was now semi naked and enjoying every moment of this attention. Then when he’d filmed me for a few more minutes, he skillfully unfastened my skirt without me even knowing it. The first I realized it was when part of the wrap around skirt fell to one side revealing my outer thigh. I looked down and saw him peeling off the other side, and at that moment, I came. I was so wet that I knew he’d be able to see a damp spot on my thong and that thought just made me feel dirty. In between berating myself for allowing this to go so far and my eyes reopening from deep thoughts of lust he slowly pulled my thong down.
I was now completely naked, and he was filming everything. It was then that he asked me to do something erotic, and before the last word even escaped his lips, I knew I was going to do it. Slowly I placed my left hand over my pussy and pulled the lips apart, and then with my right hand I began to rub my clit.
“Oh my God mom, that is so erotic,” he said, filming it all.
I think I was lost at that moment because I suddenly took my left hand away and began to tug at my right nipple with thumb and forefinger. He was circling me and undoubtedly zooming into the action as I began to moan, and suddenly I let out a scream as I was coming.
When I opened my eyes he was still filming, and that’s where the guilt caught up with me. I suddenly felt exposed, and the thought of my son watching me cum made me feel like a slut. I stood up and redressed without saying a word, and then went upstairs to the bathroom to have a shower.
When I came down, I found it hard to make eye contact with Johnny, but he said while I’d been having a shower that he’d edited the film and would I like to see it.
“Go on then, let’s see how bad it is,” I replied, anticipating the worst.
When he said he’d edited it he really meant it, for it started with the shot of my thong, and seconds later the moving of said thong to one side allowing him to see my bare pussy. I tried to gauge his reaction as we watched, and could see by the bulge in his jeans that it excited him. It then cut to where I’d pulled the blouse apart and he was filming my breasts.
I think I blushed at that point, remembering how I felt at that moment. When it finally got to the point of showing me playing with myself though I was getting wet all over again, I found it so erotic and more so because of someone who was watching me do it, even if that someone was my son. It then finished, and I could feel myself still blushing.
“Well…what did you think?” said Johnny.
“It was certainly erotic, but we went too far, or rather I went too far. I think you’d better keep that film hidden as I couldn’t bear to think of anyone else seeing it,” I replied, still occasionally glancing at the bulge evident in his pants.
“Don’t worry mom, no one will ever see that film except for you and me. I’d like to do some more if you’re up to it, as I thought that that was a good test run.”
I couldn’t believe what he was saying, but the sheer pleasure of what we did had its appeal. Therefore, after a while I softened up and told him we could do some more tomorrow, but that we’d done enough for today.
That night I played with myself in bed, and came quicker than I’d ever done in the past just thinking about what we’d done during the day.
The next day I awoke to the sounds of Johnny calling from the bottom of the stairs that breakfast was ready. I got up and dressed quickly after a shower, and soon found myself tucking into eggs and bacon.
“I’m looking forward to today’s shoot mom, are you?” he said.
I didn’t know what to say, the first thought that crossed my mind was that I couldn’t wait, but that just bought on the guilty feelings once more so I just replied with an affirmative to his excitement. When we’d finished breakfast, he asked me if we could carry on the shoot from where we had left off, so that he could splice the two together making it look like one film.
I remembered what we were doing at the end of the first shoot and it excited me to think he wanted to see even more of me.
“Ok, we can do that,” I replied, not believing I was saying it.
When we got into his gym, I immediately began to undress as if this was an everyday occurrence. When I was naked, I lay back down and told him I was ready. He then reminded me of what I was doing when he stopped filming the day before and could I start from that point.
Slowly I placed my finger over my pussy and began to rub it while placing my other hand over my breast and squeezing my hardening nipple. He then began to film me once more, and off we went again. I felt so sluttish, but the more this all went on the hornier I was becoming.
I then witnessed him placing the camera on a tripod and directing the viewfinder from the side but pointing down at my pussy. He then moved over to get between my legs, making me wonder what he was about to do. Then, I felt his finger gently running through my pussy lips and in that instant, I came. I was so wet, that I just didn’t care anymore. When he applied pressure and actually entered me with that finger I moaned aloud, but when he leaned forward and started to lick my clit, I had such an orgasm it left me tingling all over. His tongue kept flicking my bud, and occasionally I could feel it entering my pussy.
I found myself holding the back of his head and trying to pull him into me, the lust taking control of all my emotions. After a few minutes of that, he stood up and directed the camera towards my head, before undoing the zipper on his pants and releasing his huge cock.
“Johnny, what the fuck are you doing, this is getting out of hand,” I said, not taking my eyes off his magnificent member.
“I want you to rub my cock while I film it, I’m feeling so incredibly horny that I need a release,” he replied, sliding his hand over the full length of his cock while speaking.
I looked again as he drew nearer to my face, and suddenly found myself sliding my hand over his shaft. God he was well built I thought, he’s even bigger than his father was. I rubbed him and then bought my other hand up to join in. This must have been too much as his seed exploded from the end in a great string of jism. Some of it landed on my chin whilst most of it landed on my neck and breasts.
Then he came again, only now I’d pointed his cock down towards my breasts and another string of semen slid down my chest. I then realized that I’d cum again, just from giving my son a hand job. He was letting out little moans of pleasure as I continued to squeeze out the last drops of his seed.
When it was all over I looked down to see the mess he’d made on my body, and couldn’t help but run my finger through the semen. He dressed and left the room at that point so I did the same, and soon, we’d cleaned up and were sitting in the computer room once more.
Nothing was said at first, and then the film started and I watched as he started to lick me on the screen. It was different now as I could actually see his tongue lapping at my juices as opposed to just feeling it, and I immediately got wet again. When it came to the point of him coming all over me, I remember thinking that if I just touched my pussy at that moment I would climax.
“Wow mom, that has to be the most incredible erotic moment of my life,” he said, once the film ended.
“I will admit, it was a huge turn on for me as well, but we’ve gone too far son I think you know that, and I have to say that’s as far as we’re going,” I replied, knowing I was doing the right thing.
“Ok mom, if you say so. Thank you though for going as far as you did, it really excited me,” he replied.
I naively thought that that would be the end of it all, but that night when I was playing with myself in bed, I came three times thinking about these past events. On the last one, I remember thinking how much I needed a cock inside of me right now.
The next day Johnny asked me if I’d like to see his final cut and that he’d tidied up the movie a little. I was excited about it and said yes straight away. When it started, I noticed he’d entitled it my best friend, before it started. I hugged him for that and then sat back to watch what he’d done.
I couldn’t help noticing the same bulge as before when it got to the fingering part, and suddenly felt extremely hot. I don’t know what happened to my moral stance after that, because I suddenly had the urge to touch him once again. When I placed my hand over his growing member, he murmured how hard he felt. The next thing I know, he’d unzipped his jeans and was pulling them down, for me to hold his hardened cock, once more.
I tried desperately to fight these urges, but I was losing so completely that I felt powerless to stop what I was doing. I remember looking down and seeing that gorgeous cock sliding through my hand once again only this time I wanted more. Then suddenly I was surrounding it with my lips and sucking him into my mouth.
His moans echoed throughout the room, and his hand rested upon the top of my head gently pushing and egging me on. I completely let go at that point and felt his cock hitting the back of my throat. Then with my hand still holding his member I really started to give him a blowjob he’d remember for the rest of his life.
When I glanced sideways at the computer monitor I noticed we were at the point where I was giving him a hand job and watched his seed splashing me all over, which just egged me on even further until I could feel him pulsating inside my mouth and knew that he was about to blow his load.
When he came, I swallowed a huge string of his seed and gagged a little as the second one hit the back of my throat. Quickly getting it back under control I kept sucking until I was sure he was still hard. I only then realized that I was now my son’s slut.
***
That evening my son caught me crying in the study whilst holding a picture of his father and asked what was wrong. I couldn’t tell him how much I missed his father because it was my son’s fault. All the best memories were coming back to me. We’d been doing things that only my husband and I ever did, and I knew how wrong it was. Johnny reminded me so much of my late husband that I was having difficulties coming to terms with our secret.
Johnny cuddled me before leaving me alone, but before he did, he said something that helped.
“I miss him too.”
Over the next two weeks, Johnny kept his distance, and I appreciated that. I’d been feeling so guilty over what we’d done, although I longed to do some more. It was a surprise to me when Johnny bought home a girlfriend, but I was happy for him. It just made me feel that that was it; I would never do anything as naughty as that again.
His girlfriend’s name was Rachael, and she had a secret. I knew because when Johnny introduced her he was about to tell me what she wanted to do in life when Rachael hushed him up. That made me suspicious, and so I decided to find out what this secret was.
I made dinner for them both that day, and served up plenty of wine. Three bottles in total, and I knew that alcohol and secrets didn’t go together. Therefore, after dinner, I started to ask questions and soon Rachael was very happy to reveal what she wanted to do in life.
“So Rachael, what are you studying for?” I said.
“She’s dropped out of collage mom, she has other things in mind,” replied my son.
I could see that the drink was having an effect on both of them, and just waited for Rachael to say something voluntarily.
“I have a couple of friends that have gone into the porn industry, and they’re making so much money that that’s what I’d like to do.”
‘That didn’t take long,’ I thought.
“My son likes to make movies himself, did you know that?”
“Oh yes he told me. He even wants to make one of me, but I’m not sure whether we should do that or not,” said Rachael.
“Well, it would be good practice, after all that’s what you’ll be doing in the porn industry and it’s always good to get some education on any subject you wish to pursue in the future,” I said, not quite believing I was saying it.
“I like your mom, she’s really down to earth isn’t she?” said Rachael to my son.
“She’s the best. So how about it Rachael, are you up for making a movie just to see how you do?” he replied.
“Yes I am, after all if I can’t do it with people I trust I’m never going to be able to with the professionals.”
“What do you have in mind Johnny?” I said feeling quite excited about this particular development.
“I was thinking about a little two way girl action,” he said, not making eye contact with me.
Then it dawned on me, he was referring to Rachael and me. It was then that I saw Rachael was seeing me for the first time that night, as she was checking me out.
“I’d love to,” she said, not thinking twice.
“How about it mom?” said Johnny, obviously excited about the prospect.
I felt a tingle go straight through my body, as this all sounded quite erotic to me. I’d never been with a woman before, but I’d often wondered what it would be like. I checked Rachael out the same way she’d checked me and found myself wanting this.
“I’m game, if it would help Rachael in any way,” I replied.
“Right…the question is how are we going to do this? I want it to be as erotic as possible, and at the same time believable,” said Johnny, deep in thought.
Rachael and I started to talk with one another after that, as we both seemed to want to know everything there was to know about our lives. That’s when Johnny came up with the idea.
“I’ve got it, Rachael you’re a sales rep for a dress company and you’re around mom’s house to show her your new line in designer clothes. You allow mom to try on different dresses, and one thing leads to another. I’m sure you could adlib the sex whenever you both feel comfortable with the scene,” he said, excitedly.
I must admit I liked that scenario, as did Rachael so it was decided. The first thing I had to do was get at least three dresses together, and as I had quite a few I chose the sexiest dresses I possessed. I then placed them all in a fancy briefcase that belonged to my late husband and took them down stairs.
Johnny liked what I’d done, and Rachael was keen to get started.
“Tell me Rachael, have you ever done any acting?” I said, wondering if she could pull this off.
“Yes I’ve done quite a bit at school, mainly for the school plays and I enjoyed doing it,” she replied.
After tidying up the room, a little Johnny got Rachael to knock on the front door and that’s where the action started. I answered it totally prepared for my role, and found that Rachael was quite an amazing actor.
“Hello, I’m calling about the dresses you ordered,” she said, when I opened the door.
“Oh yes, I’ve been expecting you. Come in my dear,” I replied, opening the door wider to allow her an entrance.
Johnny was following it all, trying to keep out of the way.
“The first one I’d like to show you is the low cut dress you had reservations about. You mentioned in your e-mail that you weren’t sure that this dress was you but that it did look sexy, so I bought it along for you to see for yourself,” said Rachael, adlibbing all the way.
I was impressed with how well she was getting into the part, and took the dress from her hands.
“I’ll be glad to see this for myself. Um…if you could just turn around,” I replied, feigning modesty.
I undressed with my son filming it all, and then wearing just a bra and panties I slipped the dress on.
“You can turn around again now,” I said.
“Oh wow, you look amazing. Perhaps if the dress was a little higher, say to there,” said Rachael, lifting the hem of the dress and deliberately running the back of her hands onto my inner thighs.
I looked down and could see that the dress was just below my crotch. I’d never worn anything that short before, but when she suddenly pinned it up into that position I pretended to like it.
“Perhaps the top could come down a little more as well,” she said, placing both her hands into the cleavage area and undoing a button or two.
Her gentle touch was sending shivers down my spine, and although she wasn’t really doing much I felt so excited.
I looked down when she’d finished adjusting me, and saw how much of my breasts I was now revealing. Johnny meanwhile was all around my chest, and filming everything Rachael did to me.
“To say you look sexy as hell would be an understatement,” said Rachael.
To be honest as Johnny filmed me from every conceivable vantage point I felt sexy.
“Although I have to admit your bra spoils the effect somewhat, why don’t you remove it just to see how you look,” said Rachael.
I unfastened it quickly and pulled it off, and my breasts still held firm. The material was very thin though and you could see my nipples poking through the fabric. I’d never shown so much cleavage in public, but I had to admit it was a very daring look for me.
Johnny must have loved how this was going as I could see a bulge in his jeans once again.
“How does that look?” I said, doing a twirl.
“You look incredible, and if you really wanted to be daring on a date you could even go panty-less,” said Rachael, even shocking me.
“Oh…I’ve never done that, I don’t think I could,” I replied, being completely honest.
“I do it all the time, look,” she replied, lifting up the hem of her skirt.
There before me was a cleanly shaved pussy, and as Johnny got in for a close-up, I found myself getting wetter. I had no idea another woman could do that to me, or perhaps it was the fact that Johnny was in the room seeing exactly the same thing.
Rachael then let the hem go and immediately got onto her knees in front of me.
“Let’s see how you feel when I’ve removed them,” she said, reaching up for my panties.
I froze at that point; I didn’t want to spoil the moment as up until now we’d done pretty well for our first home movie. When I felt her fingers gently tugging at my panties though, I felt a surge of sexual longing and as the air caressed my own shaved pussy I looked down to see Rachael sliding them off. Johnny had been filming every moment of this, and I couldn’t help myself when I lifted the hem up to reveal even more to him.
“You have a beautiful body; I don’t think you should hide it away anymore,” said Rachael, suddenly running her fingers over my bare pussy.
“Ah…oh that feels good,” I said.
Rachael then ran a finger repeatedly over my growing bud, and the feelings of lust just took a hold of me. The next thing I know, she had both hands pushing my dress up, and spreading my legs apart. She then leaned forward and started to lick my pussy. Johnny was all over this piece of action and must have gotten some good footage.
It was then that Johnny did something both clever and very erotic, he placed the camera on the floor between my legs looking up and through the mini screen, which he turned upward, and I could see everything his camera was seeing.
Rachael’s tongue was darting in and out, lapping up my juices as they flowed and the sensation of both that and the camera sent me over the edge as I started to shout out that I was going to cum which made Rachael grip my outer thighs tightly to make sure I didn’t pull away. When it happened, I closed my eyes tightly, and felt a tingling sensation, which started from my feet and ended around my hardened nipples.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in for a shock as Rachael had my son’s jeans around his ankles and was giving him a blowjob. I noticed that the camera was slightly off shot and immediately realigned it, and through the viewfinder, I saw his balls being handled as Rachael allowed half of his cock in and out of her mouth. I got down to my knees, and started to play with her breasts. Her response was to remove her top with as little fuss as possible before carrying on with what she was doing. I pulled her nipples back and forth making her squeal with pleasure.
That’s when it happened; Johnny suddenly pulled his cock from Rachael’s mouth and offered it to me. For a second or two I didn’t know what to do, I’d never intended for Rachael to find out that we’d been doing things together and this would surely show her just how close my son and I were.
I held the end of his cock in a sudden weakness of lust, and allowed the tip to enter my mouth.
“Oh my God that is so hot,” said Rachael.
With the conformation, that she felt this was all right, I allowed his cock to go deeper and was soon letting it hit the back of my throat. Rachael suddenly made it clear that she wanted part of this action and so after one more suck I passed it over to her and watched as she too tried to get it as far into her throat as I did.
She gagged the first few tries, but soon got the hang of it and was licking the ridge whenever she allowed his cock out. It went like that for at least ten minutes, passing it back and forth. Then I could see and hear that Johnny was about to cum, and immediately pulled his cock free from my mouth.
When he exploded a large string of cum hit my face. I then pointed it at Rachael’s breasts, and the second load hit her right breast. I then sucked on the remainder, to a gasp from Rachael.
“You’re drinking your son’s cream…my God that is so hot,” she said, making sure the camera was catching everything.
I didn’t stop either until I was sure he would remain hard, and when I was, I let it go to find it springing up ready for more.
“I want to film you fucking Rachael,” I said, totally into the part now.
Rachael smiled, and I picked up the camera. The next thing I know Johnny had Rachael bent over the sofa and was about to place his cock into her pussy. I immediately started to film it, and listened as Rachael let out a squeal of lust as Johnny entered her. I got on my knees and started to film it from below as Johnny had done earlier.
He was stretching her wet pussy, and pushing his entire length into her body. At first, he was going slowly, but soon he began to pick up speed and was slamming it into her as if he’d never had sex before.
“Oh…yes…fuck me…fuck me hard,” I could hear her shout.
To see my son’s cock piston like action as he went in and out of that sweet pussy was such a turn on for me that I found myself playing with my bud as I watched. His cock was gleaming with Rachael’s juices, and the desire I felt for that same action on me was over whelming.
Then I heard something that to this day turns me on, I heard Rachael say.
“I want to see you fucking your slut mother that would really turn me on,” she said.
I came at that moment, those words just sent me way over the top and I could feel how wet my hand was. Suddenly Johnny stopped what he was doing and pulled out of Rachael. He then turned around to see me on my knees, and while holding his cock with his right hand he said.
“How about it mom, would you like me to fuck your wet pussy.”
I was all a quiver with excitement, and instead of answering, I lay down on my back, noticing that Rachael was picking up the camera. I still had my dress on but with no panties I just hiked it up over my waist and watched as Johnny got down over the top of me before aligning his cock with my pussy and pushing it slowly in.
Rachael was between my legs filming it all, and as Johnny began to enter me, I let out a deep sigh. I’d wanted this for some time now and when I felt him stretching me I closed my eyes. God he was big I thought as he began to pick up the pace. Then he picked up my legs and placed them over my shoulders, before fucking me so hard I thought I was going to faint.
A few minutes later I found myself doing something I never thought I was capable of, I was gushing all over his large cock with an orgasm that I never wanted to end. When he came, he pulled his cock free and I felt a stream of his hot cum splashing my stomach. Then I saw Rachael cleaning him up by sucking out the rest.
After that, we all redressed and sat around to talk. Johnny was eager to see how the film came out, and rushed into the computer room to edit it. Meanwhile Rachael and I began to talk.
“I thought your performance was very good my dear,” I said.
“I thought you played a good part too,” she replied.
“Do you think you will enjoy this kind of work?” I added.
“If it was anything like tonight then I’m sure I will. I found all the things that happened to be quite erotic and such a turn on for me. How did you feel?” she replied.
“To be honest I never thought another woman could turn me on, but I was surprised. When you were licking me I felt sensations I’d never felt before and it excited me.”
A few minutes later Johnny came back in and told us, he’d edited it and converted it to play on a DVD player, so we could watch it in the sitting room on the big TV. I didn’t even know he could do that, but was looking forward to seeing what he’d captured on film.
We all sat on the sofa and Johnny started the film off, we watched the acting at the beginning and all of us agreed it was very good. Then the action started, and I could see Rachael adjusting the hem of my dress and remembering how that felt. I watched myself removing my bra, and witnessed the blush that followed it.
Then, when Rachael removed my panties and was licking my pussy I started to get wet again, and looked over to Johnny who now had that same bulge in his jeans once more. It was then that I noticed Rachael was playing with herself as the action unfolded, and I caught myself trying to peek at her womanhood. It wasn’t hard as her skirt was way up over her hips, and she was burying a finger as deep inside her as humanly possible.
That was it, I was too turned on by all this so I started to play with myself, and I was getting wetter and wetter. Then I saw Johnny’s cock sliding through his hand, and wondered if all morals had gone out the window this night. Suddenly all of this wasn’t enough when I realized that I’d never tasted another woman yet and decided to remedy that.
Quickly getting to my knees between Rachael’s legs, I pulled them apart and buried my tongue into her snatch. She let out a whimper of pleasure and I found myself enjoying the bittersweet taste of my first woman. Just then with my eyes closed I could feel my dress being pulled up behind me and resting on my back. Johnny had gotten up and was positioning himself from behind.
When he entered me, I moaned out load into Rachael’s pussy, and licked even more vigorously than I’d done before. She held my head in place while Johnny held my hips firmly and began to fuck me hard. I pushed a finger into Rachael’s dampness, and scooped out the flow of pussy juices, eager to taste her salty goodness.
When my orgasm came my knees felt weak, and it intensified when I heard Rachael screaming that she was about to climax. I licked harder and faster and then felt my son’s seed hitting my back as he’d pulled out at the last second. When Rachael came, her legs seemed to want to close as she arched her back and thrust her hips upward.
“Oh God…oh yes I’m coming…don’t stop…please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
I had no intention of stopping until finally she told me to as her clit was becoming too sensitive. After that, we all collapsed onto the sofa and had a good talk about what had just happened.
***
The next day I awoke feeling really excited, now that I no longer felt guilty about what had been happening. It all seemed natural now, although I still didn’t want anyone else finding out about it. I felt that Rachael was different; she actually got turned on about it all so I wasn’t threatened by her knowing.
I got dressed and went out into the hall, that’s when I heard a groan coming from Johnny’s room. I opened his door slowly and quietly and popped my head around the corner. There he was on top of his bed completely naked. His cock was rock solid and I could see his eyes rapidly moving below his eyelids. He was having an erotic dream. With his cock as hard as it was that wasn’t too difficult to work out.
I couldn’t help wondering what he was dreaming about and the more I looked at his cock the hornier I got. I actually went into the room and got near the bed just to see it up close, and then berated myself for being a peeping tom. I turned and fully intended to leave him alone, if only I hadn’t turned to have one more look.
The temptation was just too much, and I quietly knelt down beside his bed. My head was a foot away from his large cock, and I could see it pulsating. ‘He must be having a really wild dream,’ I thought as I decided to take it into my right hand. I started to stroke it, allowing it to pass through the palm of my hand from top to bottom. A few seconds passed and I found myself not wanting to let go.
He let out another groan but didn’t wake up. Then I leaned forward, placed the tip into my mouth and gently started to suck him off. He moaned a few times as I licked the end while stroking it with my hand at the same time, and then he awoke.
“What…oh yes mom, suck my cock,” he said, suddenly becoming aware and making me go faster.
“God mom, you really are becoming my little slut aren’t you?” he said, pushing his hips up.
Those words again, they made me feel so wet. I opened up after that and could feel the end of his cock hitting the back of my throat. When I knew he was about to ejaculate I began to suck the end and masturbate him at the same time. He exploded inside my mouth and when I pulled it out, he sent another load over my hair and neck, before it became a dribble and I finished him off.
I was going to get up and clean up after that but Johnny had other plans because when I stood up he pulled me onto the bed, gripped my panties and literally ripped them off.
“Oh God son what are you doing?” I said in total surprise.
“I want to fuck my slut…open your legs,” he commanded.
I looked down and could see the torn fabric around my crotch, but those words made me feel so wet I did as I was told. He then entered me roughly and started to fuck me hard. My God, I came quickly, and when he’d had enough of that position, he suddenly turned me around and I found myself on top of him.
I got up onto the ends of my feet and started to fall down onto his meat, before picking myself up and doing it all over again. He was shouting faster, and shoving his hands under my bra forcefully to squeeze my breasts. He then rocked back and forth making it feel like it was going even deeper, until I came so hard I screamed. When he knew he was about to cum, he flipped me onto my back and sprayed my face with his seed, almost demanding me to lick him dry. I did just that and soon it was all over.
“What was that all about Johnny?’ I said, once we were both composed.
“I wanted to see how turned on I could make you feel if I treated you like a slut, and by the way you behaved I think you were incredibly aroused,” he replied.
It was true, whenever he called me a slut something inside me just let go. It was as if that was the magic word, the key word, which would get my juices flowing. I’d never had sex like that before; it was an all-new experience for me.
Later that day after dinner, he told me he was going down to the local bar with a couple of friends and that he wouldn’t be back until late. I watched a movie and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know Johnny tripped over the chair in the kitchen, as he tried to creep in. Then I realized he wasn’t alone, because I could hear a couple of voices.
“Johnny is that you,” I said, making sure that they were aware I was here.
“Yes mom…sorry, me and the Guys were just having a night cap before they went home.”
“Well bring them in, the drinks are in here silly,” I shouted.
They all came in, or rather staggered in and Johnny tried to make them a last drink. I could see he wasn’t up to it though, so I took over and made them myself. His friends, Kevin and Michael were laughing a lot, which made it obvious that they were half cut as well. I handed them their drinks and told Johnny I was going to bed. They all said good night and I left them to it.
It was now 1am and I went straight to sleep, but at 5am, I was awoken by someone tripping up coming up the stairs. I always leave my door slightly ajar and could hear the voices coming from the hallway.
“You’ve got to be quiet Michael, if you want to see the best body this side of the river,” said Johnny.
I would recognize his voice anywhere, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he intend to bring them into my room? I wasn’t sure until I saw the door slowly opening; quickly I feigned sleep and kept my ears open. I could hear three sets of feet shuffling over the carpeted floor, followed by a hush as someone was telling the others not to make a sound.
I then felt the covers being pulled back gently and slowly until I was uncovered. My pulse was racing at this point, as I didn’t know what the fuck my son was thinking. All I was wearing was a pair of panties but no bra, and I could almost feel their eyes staring at my body.
“Your mom has great tits,” I heard one of them say.
“You ought to see her pussy; she has an amazing shaved snatch. Here let me show you,” said Johnny, to my utter disbelief.
Next, I felt him sliding my panties down, and started to wonder how all of this would end. Johnny opened my legs slowly and then they all went quiet.
“Look at those gorgeous pussy lip, I’d love to bury my tongue in there,” one of them whispered.
“Why don’t you?” said Johnny.
Now I was getting hot, I suddenly felt the prospect of being touched and groped by three young studs that were completely unaware I was listening to everything being said. The next thing I know someone is kneeling on the foot of the bed, and then I felt a tongue licking my clit. I couldn’t open my eyes, as that would scare them all away. I just wanted to know who was doing what. I then felt the tongue begin to probe my wet pussy, as it passed the outer ring of my cunt and he kept darting in and out of me. Then I felt someone sucking my right breast, and teasing my nipple with his teeth.
“Mom, keep pretending you’re asleep,” whispered Johnny in my ear.
He knew I was awake, and the more I thought about it the more obvious it became. I never sleep on my back and he knew that, but his friends didn’t.
“Won’t she wake up?” said one of them.
“Not if we’re gentle, she takes sleeping pills before going to bed,” replied Johnny.
That was a lie I never take sleeping pills. This was all exciting me now, because I knew what Johnny was doing, he was treating me to something he knew would turn me on but without revealing that we had an incestuous relationship together.
I could feel the one on my tits squeezing and sucking them both now, and the one between my legs was sticking a finger inside me as well as licking me for all he was worth.
“Here Michael, get underneath her,” said Johnny.
‘Now what,’ I thought as they all suddenly stopped what they were doing.
Then I felt myself being lifted gently by several hands and Michael shuffling his body underneath me. When they let go I was still on my back but I was lying on top of him and his cock was probing for my pussy. I was so wet at this point, mainly through anticipation as to what would happen next. I then felt Michael find the hole and his hardened cock as it started to slide inside me. I let out a low groan, but kept my eyes closed.
Then I heard Johnny directing Kevin to get up in front, and the thought crossed my mind, he only has one hole he could service and that one’s taken. To my horror though, once he’d gotten onto the bed he was trying to get inside my pussy as well. My mind was screaming I’ve never done this before can it even be done?
Then I felt him sinking into my pussy and stretching it as far as it could to accommodate this assault. My god, my juices were flowing at that moment, and I could feel every single move they made together. The sounds too were turning me on, as their cocks slurped from the juices pouring over them. Within minutes, they both had a sort of rhythm going, one would enter fully and the other would vacate but occasionally they would enter together making me wetter than I have ever been in my life.
I came quickly as I’d never felt so much pressure on my pussy wall, but it seemed the wetter I became the more accommodating I felt. I was grateful that Johnny’s friends weren’t quite as big as he was, but they were big enough to stretch me as far as I could be stretched. Then suddenly and without warning I gushed over their cocks, that had only happened once before but it was such an intense orgasm that it left me feeling faint.
Then I felt a hard cock touch my mouth, and knew that Johnny wanted to be serviced. With my eyes still closed, I let his hardness slide in and started to suck him. My nipples were so hard they hurt, but when I came again, I came so completely that every fiber of my being was tingling. Johnny’s cock slid into the back of my throat and I loved every second of it, his groans gave away how much he enjoyed this.
Then I heard one of the Guys say he was going to ejaculate.
“Not inside her,” Johnny replied.
Suddenly Michael pulled out from below and shot his load all over Kevin’s legs and ball sack and then Kevin came and shot his over my stomach. I could feel Johnny was close and I was right for suddenly his semen hit the back of my throat and I gagged, and allowed it to run out of my mouth and onto the pillow. His second load hit my cheek and ran down to my neck. Then like it had all been just a dream they quietly started to leave the room.
“How could anyone sleep through that,” I heard Kevin say.
“When she takes those pills, I’m telling you she could sleep through an earthquake,” replied Johnny.
I was surprised that his friends bought that crap, but happy with what had happened. I was such a mess though, I had cum juice all over me and my sheets were damp through my own wetness. ‘What a night though,’ I thought as I closed my eyes once again.
The next morning I found Johnny waiting for me in the kitchen.
“Did you enjoy that?” he said, smiling.
“My God, that was incredible Johnny, but very risky. What if they go off and tell their friends?” I replied.
“That won’t happen they both believe that you were asleep and I also mentioned to them that if my mother thought she had been assaulted she would report it, so keep it to yourselves.”