The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales 2
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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***All Characters Depicted in this book are Eighteen years of age or older***
Story 1 – The Thrill of the Chase
Story 5 – Claudia’s Wild Weekend
Story 13 – My Stepmothers Affliction
Story 18 – The Sexual Urges of a Nymphomaniac
The keep fit class had been cancelled, so I found myself driving home much earlier than anticipated. I always enjoyed meeting the other girls, mainly because we normally had a laugh together. However, they'd all been informed that the class had been cancelled; I on the other hand was forgotten.
So there I was pulling into my driveway, thinking of ways to pass the time when I saw my lodger’s car parked in the garage. Geoff, who had just turned nineteen, was normally with his girlfriend but as she was currently on holiday with her parents and he was left to mope around the house.
As I entered the house, I thought I'd try to creep up on him just to make him jump. He did this to me on many occasions, so I thought I'd get my own back. I was in for a shock however, for as I pushed the sitting room door open as quietly as possible, I spotted him lying flat on the couch masturbating to something on the TV.
Being only his landlady, I should have backed up and quietly left the room, but I couldn't do it. You see I caught sight of his cock as his hand glided back and forth, he was so big. I stood transfixed as he stared at the TV, totally unaware that I was there, and then I got an even bigger shock for there on the screen was me.
He was masturbating over a video of me on the beach in California, one where I was topless. I just didn't know what to do; I mean I never realized he looked at me in that way. He’d lived with me now for over three years, and I liked having a man around, but I started to feel guilty, for as I was watching his cock pass through his hand as he stroked it faster; I was suddenly getting turned on.
Putting my hand down below, I ran a finger over the fabric of my skirt, poking it inwards, which just seemed to make things worse as I could feel myself getting wetter. I couldn't believe I was getting excited at watching my lodger masturbate, while he was watching me on TV and doing the exact same thing.
Then I heard him start to moan out a bit louder, and pushed my finger closer to my pussy, so close in fact, my panties were being poked into my body. I knew he was about to cum and I loved it. I was getting hotter and hotter, until finally his seed hit the surface, shooting up and arching onto his chest.
I thought to myself I've got to get out of here, but then what happened next, shocked and excited the hell out of me. He suddenly got up and changed the tape, and I was curious as to what he was going to watch next. When it started, I stood their completely frozen. Once again, I was watching myself on the screen only this time I was on my own bed using a dildo. How he'd managed to get this footage was completely beyond me, but there I was moaning aloud from an orgasm that was building up inside me.
Once again, his cock could be seen passing over the palm of his hand, and after ten minutes of this tape, he started to cum again.
At that moment I came so massively it made my legs shake, I felt like jelly as he shot a second load and just had to get out of the room. I could feel the juices running down my legs, as I quietly walked out of the house. Getting into my car, I tried to get more composed, and waited for another ten minutes before re-entering my home, making sure that I closed the door a bit harder than usual.
Geoff was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich, I didn't look straight at him, I just said hi, and then put the kettle on.
"You're early Rebecca?"
"Yes…my class was cancelled," I replied, trying not to make eye contact.
For some reason I felt both guilty and ashamed at what I’d just done, but at the same time, this whole experience had excited me. I felt that if we made eye contact, he would know something was wrong. Strangely, I found myself moving more suggestively as I reached for a cup and stretched for the coffee, it felt like I was trying to impress him.
After I'd made my coffee, I took it into my bedroom, and then caught myself looking into the full-length mirror admiring my figure. I sat down on the bed after that, thinking to myself, I've got to get over this incident for nothing was going to come from it, except maybe tears.
No matter how I tried to forget the incident however, I just couldn't get it out of my mind. I kept picturing his huge cock and wondering how it would feel inside my pussy, in fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, but how could I be having these feelings for someone I’d never looked at that way before.
My husband had left me a few years ago, leaving me on my own. I had taken in a lodger a few months later and at the time I felt it was a coincidence that he reminded me of my husband both in build and features, but until today it had never turned me on. Getting out of my workout clothes, I consciously placed a sexy outfit on, wanting my lodger to notice me.
I wore a short skirt that showed off my still slender legs, and a tight fitting top that revealed a bust that still turned men's heads. Placing a bit of makeup on, I went back down the stairs to find him watching the TV again; only this time he was watching the news.
"Have you got any plans today Geoff?"
"No, not really, I thought I'd hangout with you if you're not doing anything," he replied, quite innocently.
At that moment I had a wicked idea, although I wasn't sure I would be able to do it. I left the room, and then removed my panties, putting them in the wash basket before returning to the sitting room. At first I sat opposite his chair with my legs firmly held together, but as we talked I slowly began to spread them apart, not obviously, but just enough.
I realized straight away that if I sat well back in the armchair, my legs would be slightly elevated, giving anyone that sat in the chair Geoff was sitting in, the best possible view. I deliberately didn't make eye contact as we talked, but could tell after just a couple of minutes from the corner of my eye, that his head hadn't turned away from where I was sitting.
The very thought that his eyes were looking at my pussy made me wet, but at this time I was going through the strangest feelings of my life. On the one hand, knowing that he was looking at me aroused me, yet on the other I felt guilt for playing with my lodger in this manner. I soon realized that the sexual side of me was winning the day for the more I talked the hornier I got.
I managed to steal a glance as I rambled on, noticing how transfixed he was on my parted legs. I couldn't help what I did next; I just wanted to please him so much. I suddenly opened my legs further, knowing full well that he could probably see every inch of my pussy. At the same time, it excited me to think that he might even be able to tell that I was getting very wet down there.
"You look very sexy today Rebecca, are you expecting anyone?" he said, never taking his eyes away.
For the first time since entering the room, I looked straight at him, not quite sure what to say.
"No... I um...I just felt like wearing something light, but thanks for the compliment," I answered, closing my legs tightly.
I swear that if he'd made a move to take me there and then, I wouldn't have objected, but he seemed content just to admire my body, or at least a part of it. I soon realized that he wasn't about to take the lead in all this, so if I was going to let anything happen, it would have to start with me.
Then I had an idea, getting up I asked if he would like a drink, to which he replied yes. I crossed over to the drinks cabinet, and started to pour a couple of vodka's, making sure that his was much stronger than my own. Handing it to him, I re-seated myself opposite giving him a further show. I figured that if he was going to get horny after a few drinks, he might as well have a good reason.
By the time we'd had three drinks, he was opening up a little, talking about things that he wouldn't normally talk about such as sex. By now I just didn't care anymore, I'd even allowed my skirt to ride up my legs a little, it was then that the most exciting night of my life began. He suddenly sat forward, and pointed straight between my legs.
"You know, you have the nicest pussy, I think I've ever seen," he said, uncharacteristically.
I will never forget those words, for as I thanked him for the compliment; I looked down and shamelessly pulled the skirt upwards just so that he could get a better look.
"Do you think so?" I replied, noticing the glistening from the juices I was producing.
He suddenly stood up and crossed over to where I was sitting, and then got down onto his knees and ran a finger around the moist hole before him. His touch felt electric, and my breathing became more rapid. He looked up at me with those eyes that reminded me of my husband, and then smiled looking back at his prize. He gently pushed a finger into my pleasure zone, knowing at last how wet I was, and then he leaned forward spreading my legs wider.
I felt extremely excited as I knew what he was about to do, and for the second time that day I came. It excited me even more as I knew that his first taste of my juices would be from my climax, caused by his soft touch. When I felt his tongue probing the entrance I threw my head back into the chair loving every moment of this encounter. The guilt that I'd felt before had vanished; although I knew the next day might tell a different story.
I then gently placed my hands at the back of his head, pulling him in towards me. He responded by sucking in a mouthful of pussy, which made me tremble slightly, and then I felt his tongue rubbing my clitoris vigorously, and gripped his head even tighter. Suddenly, he opened me up with both thumbs, spreading my pussy lips apart in an effort to get as deep as possible with his tongue, and once again I started to cum.
My eyes were tightly closed as I felt him lapping up the escaping wetness, his tongue sending me over the top with ease, and then he stopped. I opened my eyes to see him standing before me, the bulge in his pants more than evident, as he started to unzip them. Watching, with an intensity that I have never felt before, he allowed his trousers to drop around his ankles.
Sitting up I reached forward placing my hands into the rim of his briefs, and then slowly started to pull them down. My hands were shaking as I revealed his hard and throbbing cock, making me almost salivate in anticipation of feeling it inside me. I tentatively held it with my right hand, making him twitch and then leaned forward some more.
With my mouth slightly open I surrounded the end of his magnificent member with my lips, slowly sucking on the end. His moan of pleasure excited me as I allowed it to enter my mouth a little further, and then sucking harder I started to give him a deep throat. His hands were now around the back of my head, as he gently pulled me into him, wanting me to take him over the top.
I then began to work it, showing him just how it should be done, taking hold of his cock with both hands and working them in rhythm with my mouth. At first slowly, and then faster, making him moan as he drew nearer and nearer to that magic moment. I didn't allow him to cum too quickly however, for I wanted him to remember this event for a very long time.
Taking it out of my mouth, I licked up and down, sucking in his ball sack as I held his shaft up, and then going back to the end to suck it in once more, making his knees shake. After teasing him like that for a few minutes more, I decided to go for gold, sucking him hard and deep once again, until I knew he was about to cum.
When he did, I could feel the surge as the end of his cock swelled up slightly, and then tasted the salty substance, as it shot out onto my tongue for the very first time. Sucking him harder I then commenced in draining him utterly, making him shudder before me as his second load hit the back of my throat.
As he came for the third and final time, with just a trickle coming out of the end, I licked it off, and then stood up, still holding onto his rock-hard cock. He rushed forward with his mouth; clumsily knocking my head back a little with his lips.
"Don't rush Geoff it would be better if you allowed me to take control," I said, gently pushing him back.
He seemed to apologize with his eyes, as he looked down, so I held his chin with the tips of my fingers, lifting his head up and gently placing my lips onto his own. His hands were gripping my buttocks, squeezing me tightly as my tongue entered his mouth to be met by his own. We kissed hard and long, without me realizing that he had undone my skirt from behind and allowed it to drop onto the floor.
Stepping out of it, I started to take my top off, revealing my breasts to him and looking down at his hardened cock twitching once more. We kissed for a while longer, and then he lowered me to the sitting room floor, gently laying me down and standing above me. His cock looked magnificent as he started to kneel between my open legs, and I closed my eyes as I felt it touch my outer walls.
He pushed forward suddenly, making me gasp as his large cock drove inwards. I closed my eyes, remembering how my husband used to feel exactly the same whenever we made love. Opening them again I remembered that this was my lodger, but as he fucked me I told myself I didn't care, for that moment was all that mattered. His pace started to increase, so I slowed him down, telling him not to rush.
From that moment on he paced himself, giving me long slow strokes and making me climax several times, before giving the signs that he was about to cum once more. When he did, I held his buttocks tightly, feeling him draining his fluids inside me, and then coming to rest on top of me. We stayed like that for what seemed ages, before I eventually pushed him to one side placing him on his back.
Getting between his legs, I lowered my head and sucked the juices from his now limp cock, bringing him back to life as it were. I then straddled him and lowered myself onto his shaft, making sure to work his balls with my left hand, whilst holding his cock with my right. I don't think he'd been made love to like this before, because he was soon very hard again, as I started to move up and down his gorgeous cock.
Then I decided to treat both him and myself, by taking him out of my pussy and placing his cock at the entrance to my anal passage. It felt so tight as I sat down slowly once more, but soon I had the end of his cock inside my opening, and was working it all the way in. He moaned out load, as I got faster, screaming out that he loved this.
I placed my finger onto my clit as I continued to fuck him, taking myself over the top as he too started to cum for the last time that day, and then it was all over. We got dressed after that without saying a word, but once we were ready to talk we didn't want to stop. I started it off by confessing that I had witnessed him earlier, to which he was a little embarrassed but glad nonetheless, for without that moment this event might never have happened.
We must have talked for hours, before going to our separate beds, but sleep escaped me for most of the night, with thoughts of how wonderful the feelings I had had earlier being prevalent in my mind. In the morning I was washing the dishes from the night before, dressed only in my nightgown, as Geoff came up behind me wearing only his briefs. I could feel his hardness pressing against me as my soapy hands came out of the water, but he pushed them back into the water and then lifted my nightgown. Suddenly he was inside me once again, bending me over the sink and thrusting back and forth with such vigor that I came almost immediately.
His large cock pounded in and out, with all the lust I had felt the day before, and as I came again my legs almost gave way, but he held me firm, not allowing me to drop to my knees. After twenty minutes he was still fucking me, making me feel so good inside that I never wanted it to end, but end it did, for soon after those thoughts he came explosively, shouting out loud that he was coming.
I turned when he withdrew,
getting to my knees in order to clean him up with my tongue, and
ending up by sucking him off once more. The days that followed were
much of the same, making them the best days of my life, and not once
feeling guilty about making love to my lodger.
The
End
****
It had been two months now since the funeral, and my mother was only now beginning to come around. She’d been depressed the first month after my father’s death, and for a while she’d been ill. Now she was eating properly, and I was able to comfort her more.
However, in the last two weeks I’ve been trying to avoid her. The reason is something I haven’t been able to talk about with anyone, mainly because I knew that they’d be horrified if they knew what was going through my mind.
It all started two weeks previous, when mom came downstairs in her dressing gown. Now I must explain that my mother is only 35 years old and very attractive, and although I’m 18, I’ve always known that she had me at a very early age, or so I thought.
So there I was eating some cereal when she got up onto the kitchen stool and poured herself a coffee. Nothing strange in that, but when she swiveled around on the stool to face me her gown fell down to one side and being lower in my chair I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. I knew I should have gotten up and maybe ignored what I was seeing, but for some reason I didn’t.
We talked for a while, and whenever I thought she wasn’t looking at me directly, I glanced between her legs. I had this thing about shaved pussies, and mom was as bald as a pea. Her soft white vaginal lips looked so inviting, but the guilt I felt for thinking such thoughts was overwhelming. It was when I started to get hard that I reacted, I mean I couldn’t let her see that she was arousing me. I stood up when she wasn’t looking and told her that I was going to get a shower.
Try as I might I just couldn’t get that image from my mind, and even a cold shower didn’t help. I avoided her for the rest of that day, except for meals and I felt as I went to bed that night that that would be it. She’d inadvertently showed something she hadn’t meant to show, and that I’d gotten through it without embarrassing either one of us, at least that’s how I rationalized it all.
The next day was the best since dad had passed on; she actually laughed a few times and began to look like her old self. Therefore, I put the previous day’s events out of my mind, and we spent a wonderful afternoon shopping and going for a meal. When we got back I felt tired so I told mom that I was going to have a nap, and she said she was going to do the same.
An hour later and fully rested, I decided to get myself a sandwich and went down stairs. I could hear the TV on as I approached the sitting room, and looking around the door I found my mom with her back to me watching a porn movie. She hadn’t heard me come down, and I decided to watch this flick from the doorway. It was a shock to me that she even had a movie like this, although I guessed it probably belonged to dad.
The scene at the moment concerned two women giving this one guy head, and I couldn’t help getting hard from how well they were doing it. That’s when I heard a moaning sound coming from mom’s chair, and I peeked over to see what she was doing. She’d pulled her skirt up around her upper thighs and was fingering herself to the action in front of her, and once again I was aroused at what she was doing. I was also spell bound, I kept seeing her finger entering her pussy and wishing that that was me. My shaft was straining against my pants it was so hard and quickly but quietly I left the room.
“My god, why does she turn me on so much,” I muttered under my breath as I stood in the hallway.
I was breathing heavily, and my hardness had not subsided. I couldn’t think of what to do, because the guilt I was feeling for intruding on her privacy was overwhelming.
I crept back up stairs and entered my room. Lying on the bed, I pulled down my pants and started to stroke myself. I simply had to have a release, and all my mind would see is her fingers pulling her delicate lips apart and pushing her middle finger past the moistness of her womanhood. It was such a vivid picture that before I knew it I shooting a great load of semen into the air, and pumping the rest out onto my stomach. I’d never cum that explosively before, and as I cleaned myself up I felt the guilt once again.
I decided shortly after that that this just had to end, so I was going to confront my mother and let her know how she was affecting me. For now though I waited until I could hear movement coming from downstairs before venturing back out of my room. It was when she called me from the foot of the stairs that she’d made something to eat, that I got up from the bed and went down to join her.
“Mom, we need to talk,” I said, not quite sure how to start the conversation.
“We do? What would you like to talk about son?” she replied, noticing the seriousness in my face.
“I’m not sure where to begin; it’s very hard for me.”
“I suggest the direct approach, just get it out into the open, whatever it is, and the rest will take care of itself,” she replied, wisely.
“Ok…the thing is mom I’ve been having inappropriate feelings towards you. Feelings that I’m starting to feel ashamed of, I mean the other day for instance I couldn’t take my eyes from your unintended slip when your gown fell to one side and I could see your private area. This afternoon I actually caught you watching an adult movie and playing with yourself. The thing is I was turned on by it all and I know that that is wrong,” I said, hurriedly.
“I see, well I have two confessions to make and one of them is going to be hard for you to accept,” she replied, getting up from her seat and crossing over to the cabinet.
She took out some official looking papers, and then sat down again.
“This is something I’ve wanted to reveal for a few years now, but your dad kept putting me off. Now I think it’s something you should know, especially in the light of what’s been going on around here,” she said, as she opened up the piece of paper she had in her hands.
I didn’t know what to think at this stage, so I waited for her to continue.
“Son you are adopted, both me and your father were not your true blood parents. You were involved in a horrendous car accident at the age of three, where both your natural parents died. You suffered from amnesia for more than a year caused by the bang on your head, and even after you’d begun to show signs of improvement, you had no recollection of anything from the accident or about your parents. The doctors thought it was a miracle that you even survived, and from that day onwards you’ve never remembered a thing. We came along when you were at the age of four, and legally adopted you because you had no surviving family and we couldn’t have children,” she said, as the tears ran down her cheek.
I sat there in stunned silence, I had no idea and even now that I knew I couldn’t remember anything from that far back.
“You need to know one thing that is as true today as it was back then, we loved you like you were our own child,” she added.
I stood up and crossed over to where she was sitting, before giving her the biggest hug I could. We both cried after that, and it was sometime before we were able to talk again. In the mean while I studied the documents that mom had handed to me, and found a photo inside the envelope of me, as I guess about two years old, being held by my real mother as my real father held her.
They looked good together, but no matter how long I looked, I couldn’t remember them. My only wish at that point was that I could remember at least a moment of my past, but I couldn’t. I then read the documents that were still in my hands, it turned out that their names were Elizabeth and John Preston and they had lived in Kentucky.
“Mom, do you mind if I take these things upstairs with me, I’d like to study them?”
“No son, I don’t mind.”
I then left the room but not for the reason I’d told mom, the truth was I was feeling quite emotional and I didn’t want mom to think I was in any way ungrateful for her and dad bringing me up, I just needed to be alone.
I didn’t see mom again until the next day, and thanked her for telling me the whole truth. That’s when I remembered that she had two confessions to tell me, and I reminded of the fact.
“The other confession is slightly more disturbing than the first, but just as important. When you told me yesterday about what you’d seen me doing it wasn’t an accident, I planned it all. I knew what I was revealing to you and I knew that you were behind me when I had that movie on. You see since you were the age of seventeen I’ve watched you become a man, and with each month that passed by I began to having feelings for you, feelings that a mother shouldn’t have. But that’s it isn’t it, I’m not really your mother so how could these feelings be wrong,” she said, once again starting to cry.
“Its ok mom I understand. I’ve been having those feelings myself and until yesterday I’d succeeded in fighting them off, but it’s different today I don’t feel that guilt anymore and I so want to make love to you its unbearable.”
With that we came together and kissed for the first time, and before we knew what was happening we were pawing at each other’s clothing. I was pulling on her blouse buttons as she was unfastening my trouser belt. It was such a delight to see her rounded orbs over the top of her bra as I pulled the blouse apart and slid it off to fall on the floor.
She now unfastened the button that held my pants up and slid them down my legs, allowing me to step out of them. I reached around to unclasp her bra, and once I did her breasts sprang free from their encasement. I looked down to view them and reached up both hands to fondle the soft skin, before tenderly pulling on her nipples and making her moan softly.
She in turn ran her right hand over my hardened penis over the fabric of my underwear, tracing its length as she did so. She must have been surprised, because she suddenly pulled my shorts down and saw my cock for the first time.
“You really have grown, haven’t you?” she said, gripping it with her hand and allowing it to slide through the palm.
I took a deep breath and then we kissed again, only now I was working on her skirt and unzipping it from the side. When it gave way, it easily slid down and pooled at her feet. Only her panties were in my way now, and before I could correct that she pulled them down and threw them onto a chair. Quickly removing my shirt we now stood facing one another completely naked, and she made the first real move by dropping to her knees. She looked up at me before gripping my cock and then opened her mouth to engulf it. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her lips tightening around the end of my shaft. When I opened them again and looked down I found the scene of her head bobbing back and forth to be so erotic that my cock pulsated inside her mouth. She must of thought I was going to cum, but I wasn’t I was simply as hard as I’d ever been and my cock felt like it needed to get harder.
By the time I was nearing the end game, I pulled her up from the floor telling her that I didn’t want our first time to be so one sided. She seemed to understand, and got down onto the soft rug behind us. I knelt between her legs, and pushed them apart slightly before positioning myself above her beautiful body. When I lowered myself, I must have been in the perfect position as I entered her womanhood almost straight away.
She let out a moan of pleasure as I slowly pushed it in, and I looked down to see all of it disappearing inside of her before pulling it back out again slowly. After a few more slow penetrations, I began to speed it up, until suddenly she was clasping my butt with both hands and telling me to fuck her harder. I immediately took up the challenge and positioned my hands on either side of her now sweating body. When I was over her I began to fuck her hard, making her moan out louder and louder.
At one point she was biting her bottom lip and had her eyes tightly closed, until finally after plunging my member into her a dozen more times she began to scream out that she was coming. I carried on at that same speed until I could feel her inner muscles tensing around my cock and knew that she was coming, and after a few more penetrations I pulled out and began to ejaculate all over her stomach.
We both collapsed onto the rug after that trying to regain our breath, until finally she spoke first.
“Could you do that again?” she said, with a smile.
“I could try,” I replied, beginning to kiss her once again.
We made love one more time that day, and spoke about everything in detail afterwards. I didn’t feel guilty anymore, and she didn’t have anything else to keep from me.
The next day she woke me up with a cooked breakfast, but when I sat up to receive the tray I had what the British call a morning glory. My cock was so hard from the thought of the day before that she couldn’t rest the tray there. We both laughed, before she came up with the perfect solution. She placed the tray onto the nightstand, and whipped the covers off me before getting onto the bed between my legs and pulling down my briefs. There it was in all its glory and she leaned for and began to suck on it. This time I could see her mouth doing the work and she kept looking up at me and smiling. It wasn’t long before I could feel the inevitable, but when I told her I was about to cum she wouldn’t listen and kept on sucking me. I tried to hold it back, but the harder I tried the more I wanted to release it until finally I couldn’t hold on anymore. I exploded into her mouth and still she kept sucking, the second load made me moan aloud as the continued sucking was making it feel very sensitive.
When I came the third and final time she slowed down and began to suck the last few drops from my now deflating manhood. After that she placed the tray onto my lap and said, “Will that be all sir?” I laughed out loud and she hugged me, before telling me to get dressed and meet her downstairs when I was finished.
To this day we are still together and although we keep our private lives to ourselves, we are not afraid to express the love that we feel. If only all relationship were this rewarding.
The End
****
I've always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, and I've never known why. I'm thirty-six years of age now, and I could tell you some tales that would make you wish you were me. This is just one of them, and perhaps the most erotic. I say that because it's without doubt the most forbidden thing in today's society.
My sex life over the last six months at the start of this tale had been slowly going downhill. I'd left my husband as I'd caught him cheating on me, and that was one thing I couldn't abide. My name is Constance but everyone calls me Connie. I found out at an early age that showing parts of my anatomy to complete strangers was quite a turn on for me, and led to some very erotic adventures.
I had three adopted sons with my husband, two of which were from his previous marriage but I'd grown to love them as my own. Roger was eighteen and the other two were Philip and Paul. Philip was twenty-one and Paul was twenty. As far as sex was concerned my adopted sons never once entered the equation, but something was about to happen that I didn't expect or stop and that's where this tale really begins.
It was on a day when I felt frustrated that I hadn't had a man inside me for some time, and I needed a release. All of my adopted sons were out, and I assumed at work. So there I was on the sofa in the sitting room and I was watching one of my son's erotic movies. This particular one was quite good it has to be said, and the more I watched the wetter I became until finally I pulled my skirt up and started to play with myself.
I just watched the action before me and rubbed my clit through the fabric of my wet panties. Although I found this a turn on, I was still finding it hard to cum this way. After thirty minutes I was about to stop, thinking I needed more than this movie could offer. Then it happened, I caught sight of a reflection in the mirror on the sideboard. My adopted son Roger was watching me from the doorway. I know I should have stopped right there and then, but the exhibitionist in me was screaming to carry on.
I then unconsciously pulled my panties to one side and inserted a finger into the moistness; I glanced at the mirror as innocently as possible and saw my son's cock in his hand. The sight of his meat gliding through his enclosed fingers made me feel hot, and I found myself wanting to please him further. I quickly pulled my blouse open, and reached for the bra stud at the front. After pressing it my breasts pushed it open, and I pulled on my right nipple with my left hand. Looking back at the mirror, I could see how excited this had made him. He was now leaning against the doorframe, and had his jeans around his ankles.
When I let out a soft moan of pleasure, I saw a huge string of cum exiting from the end of his cock and in that instant I came. I closed my eyes briefly and when I opened them again I witnessed another stream of his man seed spurting out the end. I realized that my hand was soaked, and that I had cum so intensely my juices were creating a wet patch on the sofa. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath, when I reopened them Roger was gone.
After getting my clothes back together, the guilt hit me. The rational part of my mind was telling me that no harm was done, but the moral side was screaming at me to stop this behavior and never let it happen again. The fact remained though, that I'd never cum so hard in my life from just playing with myself. I couldn't help wondering what Roger was thinking when he masturbated over the sight of me, and that thought kept creeping back into my mind.
I found out later that he had come home early from work as he'd had a migraine, and wasn't feeling well. He never let on that he'd seen anything, and I just left it like that until the next day. Roger was off from work as this was his normal day off, and my other adopted sons were working again. When I opened the closet that day to get some clean clothes, I couldn't help thinking about the day before. I quickly decided to wear something sexy, and pulled out the shortest skirt I could find, which only just covered my crotch and a tight buttoned up top that showed more than enough cleavage, especially with three buttons undone.
I did put on some panties, but the naughty side of me told me to remove them, which I did. I was hairless down below as I enjoyed the smoothness of a shaved pussy, and I knew that men did too. I then went downstairs and made myself some breakfast, only to find Roger sitting at the breakfast bar and eating some cornflakes.
"Good morning son?" I said as I reached for a bowl.
"Morning mom...you look sexy today, are you off anywhere special like a hot date," he said, laughing.
"No, I just felt sexy this morning and as I wasn't going anywhere I thought I'd wear something that reflected my mood," I replied, not entirely truthfully.
"Well, you certainly look sexy, so if that's your mood you've achieved what you set out to do," he said, making me feel good about myself.
"What are you going to do today?" I asked.
"I thought I'd play my video games, I need to relax a little. How about you, got any plans?"
"I was going to watch a movie or two, which reminds me can I borrow a couple of your adult movies?" I said, quite innocently.
Roger laughed, and looked at me with a smirk on his face.
"What? Don't you think your mother enjoys a good porn movie or something? I get the same urges as anyone else you know," I said, before he could reply.
"I know...it just seems funny that you find it easy to let me know what you're going to watch. Most people keep that sort of thing to themselves," he replied.
"I've never found it difficult to talk about sex, even to my adopted son's. And as far as the movies are concerned, I see nothing wrong with a bit of escapism from time to time," I said.
"You're preaching to the choir here mom, I see nothing wrong with it either. I actually like the fact that you're so open about it all; it's quite refreshing. Anyway, yes, you can borrow a couple; in fact I brought a new one in yesterday, which a friend said was quite good. Perhaps you can let me know what you think when you've seen it?" he said, getting up from the bar and going to fetch it.
While he was upstairs, I quickly went into the sitting room and arranged a couple of things. If I knew my son, I knew that he would try to watch again, and I wanted to make sure I could see everything. When he came back down and handed me a couple of his movies I was already feeling quite hot, and wondered what the next few minutes held in store for me.
I put the newest movie in and pressed play, before sitting in my chosen position and kept looking at the door in the reflection of the conveniently placed mirror. I got half way through the movie before I caught sight of him at the door again, and that's when I started to play. I pulled my skirt up revealing my shaved pussy, and stroked the bud with the tip of my finger. He watched intently but didn't do anything, and then I pushed a hand into my bra and cupped one of my breasts.
Still he was satisfied just to watch, and the more he did the wetter I became. This carried on until the end of the movie and he still hadn't unfastened his zipper, which is when I had another idea. I allowed the movie to end and pulled my skirt down to cover my crotch, I then reached for my sunglasses that he knew I used in doors to block out the light whenever I wanted a nap. I pretended to be asleep, and wondered what he'd do. I stayed quite still for a few minutes. I could see everything of course, as I wore the type of glasses that had tinted lenses and my eyes couldn't be seen through them from anyone looking directly at me.
After five minutes, he ventured into the room, and slowly came around to the front of my chair. He could now clearly see my almost exposed breasts, and with my glasses on and me not moving it must have looked to him like I'd fallen asleep. He was standing in front of me, and suddenly he pulled his jeans down around his ankles and held his cock in his hand. My God he had a nice shaft, and I realized I hadn't appreciated that the day before as the reflection was from across the room.
At first, he seemed to be content in just pulling on his meat, but then he suddenly stopped and got a little nearer. I couldn't help wondering what he intended to do, when suddenly he bent forward and gently pushed my skirt up my legs until he could see my bare pussy. He then played with himself again, and the sight of his cock being so near to me as it passed through his hand was making me extremely wet. Then he stopped again and was bold enough to unfasten a few of my blouse buttons, which revealed the tight bra I was wearing and the tops of my breasts as the bra struggled to keep them contained. When he then pressed the stud at the front of my bra and my breasts were set free, I couldn't believe he'd gone that far. I sat motionless, trying my best not to make a sound when he resumed masturbating over what he was seeing. The sight of his cock sliding through his hand made me want to reach out for it, but I fought that impulse successfully and kept still. I even added a deep breath and snort as an added illusion that made it sound like I was asleep.
That must have made him think I was in a deep sleep because what he did next made me cum. I only expected him to masturbate over what he was now seeing and nothing more, but when he stopped again and leaned forward to part my legs, I couldn't believe what he did next. I could feel a single finger running over my pussy lips, and gently stroking my emerging bud. I desperately wanted to look down, but that would've given me away and I didn't want this to end just yet.
When I suddenly came, I involuntarily let out a deep sigh, which made him stop for a moment. Realizing my mistake, I kept quite still, and let out another snort to make him believe I was still asleep. He then continued and I could feel the tip of his finger probing the entrance to my extremely wet pussy. I remember thinking 'please push it in,' and a part of me saying 'don't do it.'
When he suddenly pushed past the folds of my pussy lips and entered me, I closed my eyes. 'Just how far was he going to push all this,' I thought as I felt him searching for my G-spot. He maybe only eighteen but he knew about a woman's anatomy, and when he felt the slightly rough area around the inside of my pussy wall he stroked it harder. He'd found my G-spot and it was driving me nuts. Again I let out a moan, and again he paused. I opened my eyes to see that he was now pulling on his meat again while doing all this, and when he made a sudden grunting sound, I knew he was going to cum.
He then exploded all over my leg, and I could feel it running down onto my inner thigh. Without moving my head I moved my eyes down, and could see another stream covering his hand. I came again at that point, and he stopped to stand up. I watched him pull his jeans up, and then felt him gently redoing the buttons on my blouse before pulling my skirt back down and leaving the room.
I sat there for some time, wondering why I'd let him go so far. The only thing I could come up with was that the lust was too much to ignore, even if it was my adopted son. I'd never cum as much as that with just a finger from another person. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to see how far it would go.
That weekend I caught my adopted son's talking about me, and Roger was actually telling them what he'd done. I knew he was a forward thinking guy, but I couldn't believe this. The other two were calling him a liar, and when he told them that he could prove it, I felt a flush of desire. I suddenly imagined all three of them watching me, and that thought alone made me feel wet. 'How was he going to prove it though,' I thought listening closer to what was being said.
"I'm going to lace her drink tonight with a sleeping tablet, and you two can watch what happens," I heard Roger say.
'You cunning little bastard,' I thought, with a smile on my face.
I left the scene at that moment, and waited anxiously for the night to arrive. It was when Roger asked me if I wanted a drink that I knew that this was the start of his devious little plan. All of my adopted sons were there, and when I said yes they gave each other a knowing look. What they didn't know was that during the day I'd opened several sleeping capsules up and replaced the contents with sugar. Twelve in total, and as they were the only sleeping tablets in the house I knew he'd have to use them.
A few minutes later Roger returned with a cup of hot tea, and we all sat talking about things in general until I'd finished my drink. I'd made sure I was wearing the same things as before, and after fifteen minutes, I reached for my glasses and lay down on the sofa. I told them that I didn't mind them watching the TV as long as they didn't have it too loud and the stage was set. They all knew I wore glasses to keep the light out, so I felt very secure in the knowledge that they would believe I was fast asleep.
It was ten minutes later that I heard the TV going off, and the boys starting to talk.
"I put three tablets in her drink so she should be completely knocked out by now," said Roger.
"So what are you going to do?" replied Paul.
"Just watch this," said Roger coming over to the sofa.
I was full of anticipation at this point, and could see all three of them as they gathered around me. First I felt Roger unfastening my blouse buttons until it was completely opened up, and then I felt him release the pressure of my bra once more revealing my large breasts.
"Oh shit Roger, I knew she was well built but I never realized that her tits were this good," said Philip.
I got wet from that comment and could see them all looking intently at my chest. Then Roger pushed my skirt up, and there were gasps from the other two as they quickly realized that I wasn't wearing any panties.
"I don't know what she's thinking when I do this, but I imagine she's having a dream about sex," said Roger, as he ran his finger over my pussy lips again.
I could have told them all right there and then that I was thinking this adopted child of mine is a horny fucking devil but I didn't. Instead, I enjoyed the moment intensely and waited to see what would happen next. Then I noticed that Paul was rubbing his cock through the fabric of his pants, as Roger parted my pussy lips and slid a finger inside me. I let out an audible moan once again, and covered it by moving slightly as if in my sleep.
"See what I mean, she must be having an intense dream," said Roger.
The other two must have been assured by that, because suddenly they both started to get closer. Philip up to now hadn't said much, but he was clearly excited about what he was seeing and doing. When he held my left breast and squeezed it, I sighed and rolled onto my back. This gave Roger the opportunity he'd been waiting for because he suddenly pulled my skirt down my legs and discarded it onto the floor.
Then I caught sight of Paul taking his hardened cock out and pulling on it to the action before him. By now Roger had found my G-spot once again and was making me incredibly wet from rubbing it vigorously, I squirmed a few times letting out little signs that I was enjoying this dream, at least that's what I wanted them to think. It wasn't until I saw what Philip wanted to do next that I thought I'd gone too far, because he suddenly had his cock in his hand and was kneeling on the sofa and rubbing the tip of it over the lips of my mouth. I couldn't open my mouth and let it in, although I wanted to, but the more he rubbed it over me the more it gave me ideas. I turned my head towards him as if in sleep opening my mouth ever so slightly and felt it glide past my lips. He now had the opportunity to fuck my mouth, and the others watched him closely as he slid it in and out.