The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (79 page)

After a while when Janet was back I made an
excuse to leave the room and we changed into our normal clothes
before joining Paul down stairs.

“How did it go tonight mom?” said Paul, as I
entered the sitting room.

‘Amazingly,’ I thought before answering.

“Oh alright…so what did you two get up to
while I was gone? See anything good on the TV?” I replied.

I made the dinner after that and Paul decided
he wanted an early night so he went to bed around ten thirty, and
as soon as he’d gone Janet and I were off.

“Do you want to see it?” she said, knowing
damn well I did.

I just gave her a look and she smiled
knowingly, before getting off the chair and placing the tape into
the video recorder. She then adjusted the volume on the TV until it
was really low before pressing play on the remote. It started off
just as he spread my legs on the bed and went down on me, and I
could see how much I was arching my back as he licked and fingered
me.

It was when I was sucking his cock that my
pussy started getting wet all over again. I couldn’t believe how
much of his cock was going into my mouth, and when I saw his seed
running down my chin I closed my eyes remembering the event
vividly. By the time I was watching myself riding him I’d already
cum again, and so had Janet. She got up when it was finished and
retrieved the tape, before sitting back down and talking about
it.

“I never thought it was possible to cum so
intensely just by watching someone else sis, it was truly
unbelievable,” said Janet.

“Imagine how I felt then, as it was me you
were watching,” I replied, smiling.

“Oh I know how it feels, I’ve been there
remember. So what do you think will happen next, or are you going
to end it all now?” said Janet, waiting intently for my reply.

“That’s just it Janet I can’t end it, I want
more of what I felt tonight,” I replied.

Janet got up from where she was sitting and
sat down next to me.

“I have a confession to make,” she said,
“when he was going down on you I wanted to swap places with
him.”

She then ran her hand over my covered breast
before squeezing it and letting go. My nipples instantly hardened,
and I looked into her eyes. I could see myself looking back, and
although I’d never had a female experience I couldn’t help
wondering what it would be like. Without an objection from me she
felt she could go further, and suddenly started to undo the buttons
on the front of my dress. When the bra that was holding my breasts
in check was exposed, I felt her unclipping it around the back
before kissing me on the lips.

As my bra fell off, she cupped my right
breast and squeezed a little harder as we continued to kiss. I then
removed her top and we fell together onto the sofa, fondling,
kissing and feeling how hot our bodies felt to the touch. She
inserted a finger into my wet pussy and I let out a moan of
satisfaction. I then did the same, and I knew as well as she did
just where to poke the tip. Before long we were both moaning, and
the wetness between my legs increased until finally we both
climaxed and laid down to rest.

We must have stayed like that for some time,
before I eventually spoke again.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t both take him at
the same time,” I said.

“Perhaps there is a way, it’s coming up to
Halloween and that’s a time for masks,” replied Janet.

The idea had merit and for the next two weeks
we made plans. Paul had always liked Halloween, and even now when
he was too old to go out for candy he enjoyed giving it out at the
door and even going as far as dressing up him self just to scare
the kids as he opened the door.

When the day arrived, I’d laid the plan out
to both Janet and Paul. I was going to meet with a few friends and
have a drink in the town, although Paul objected that I wouldn’t be
there. Janet told him she would be, and that Jane would be back
well before the night was over. In reality I was going to be
dressed up as a gypsy with flared pants and a small tight fitting
top that didn’t cover my mid drift. Of course the real secret to
this costume was going to be the ballroom mask that fitted over
most of my face and just left my mouth exposed. When I first wore
this for Janet to approve she convinced me that Paul wouldn’t know
it was me. There was a problem however, and that was my voice. Paul
was no fool, he’d recognize my voice as soon as I started to talk,
but then Janet had an idea. She got hold of some spooky songs that
she downloaded from the internet, songs like Monster Mash and
Thriller. Her plan was to play this music loud so that he found it
hard to hear anything I might say. As an extra precaution though I
decided to say as little as possible when Janet introduced me as a
work colleague.

It all went fine at the beginning of the
night, as I had said my goodbyes and quickly drove around the
corner to remove the clothes I was wearing over my costume. I then
walked back and knocked on the door. Paul answered it followed
closely by Janet, and as the door opened the music could be
heard.

“Jill, is that you?” said Janet.

I just nodded and walked in when invited. I
could already see Paul checking out my figure, and appreciating the
tight fitting top I was wearing.

“Paul this is Jill, a friend from work,” said
Janet.

“Hi Jill,” he replied, taking my hand.

I simply nodded and shock his hand, before we
all went into the sitting room and sat down. The music was all over
the house as we had a pretty good sound system and we had decorated
the hallway with appropriate Halloween stuff that set the mood
whenever we would open the door. We had candy by the bucket load,
all waiting by the front entrance, but we knew that the door bell
wouldn’t be going off for a couple of hours yet which was fine by
me. That’s when Janet started talking about Paul, and shortly
before we got down to pleasuring him and ourselves.

“Paul do you have to stare?” said Janet, in a
raised voice.

“I’m sorry Aunt Janet, I was just admiring
your friend’s figure,” he replied, thinking I couldn’t hear him
over the music.

“I know what you were doing, and she knows
all about you,” said Janet, giving me a wink.

Janet then turned down the music a little,
much to Paul’s appreciation.

“What does she know?” he finally said.

“Jill’s my closest friend and I told her
about our little indiscretions?” replied Janet, much to Paul’s
dismay.

“You didn’t?” was all he could say.

“Yes I did, and not only that but she wanted
to sample it for herself,” finished Janet.

Paul looked my way again, taking in what he
could see of my face with the mask on, and checking out the breasts
that looked huge in this tight outfit. That’s when Janet and I made
our move; we’d decided earlier on that as soon as he knew what I
was there for we would begin. We both stood up together and sat
either side of him on the sofa, before I smiled and ran my hand
over the growing bulge in his pants. He looked at Janet, as if for
approval and after she kissed him he started to relax.

Soon I had his jeans unfastened and had
pulled them down and off, before placing my fingers in the rim of
his boxer shorts and pulling them down as well. His cock sprang to
attention as it was released, and when Janet saw it she bent
forward to take it into her mouth. At the same time, I was holding
it and had gotten down between his legs, and then started to fondle
and lick his balls. Janet was sucking in quite a bit as Paul lay
back to enjoy the sensations coursing through his body.

When she felt my lips touching hers, she
relinquished her prize and let me suck his bell end. Paul was
looking down at the action, and letting out little moans of lust
with each slurp of my tongue. We both licked and sucked in turn
after that and pretty soon we could feel him arching his back and
knew that he was about to cum his load. I was stroking it and Janet
was sucking when he came, and the explosive exit was
incredible.

He shouted out that he was coming as it hit
the end, and we had it between our faces as it shot forth. Janet
tried to catch the first one, but only succeeded in getting it on
her cheek whereas the second one shot straight up into my mouth as
I engulfed it once again to clean him up. I kept sucking until he
begged me to stop, as the sensations from my tongue on the ridge of
his cock were driving him nuts. When I stopped he was still rock
hard, and we began to strip. I took everything off except my mask,
and Janet followed suit. We both then stripped him of his tee shirt
and socks before pushing him down onto his back on the sofa. Janet
then got astride his cock and guided it in, as I knelt over his
face and opened my pussy lips up to encourage his tongue to get to
work.

He was licking me hard as he held onto my
hips, and I could hear Janet behind me moaning out loud with each
penetration. He was flicking my clit with his tongue and twirling
it around much to my approval, and when I heard Janet screaming
that she was going to cum I flooded his mouth with my cream. He
lapped it up harder and harder, and I sort of collapsed onto him.
After a few more minutes he suddenly wanted to take control, and as
he hadn’t cum yet I found him wanting to get me to bend over on the
sofa.

What happened next would forever be embedded
in my mind, for as he began to fuck me deep from behind he said:
“Mom I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long now.”

The words didn’t register at first, and then
I saw the look on Janet’s face and suddenly realized what he’d
said. He knew it was me, and in that moment I came so hard I was
gripping the pillow on the sofa like my life depended on it. When
he came a few seconds later, I felt the spurt of man seed hitting
my ass, and then lay there for what seemed like ages.

When I finally stirred, I tentatively looked
around to see them both staring at me. Paul reached for my mask,
and without any objections from me he removed it.

“How did you know?” I said, suddenly feeling
exposed.

“I’d recognize that body anywhere, although I
have to say you both had me fooled at first. It was when you
stripped in front of me that I knew, no one could have a body like
yours except your sister,” he said, a smile lighting up his
face.

We then went on to tell him all about our
secret; even how he’d already fucked me but hadn’t known it. And
for whatever reason the guilt I’d been experiencing finally abated
and I was glad he’d found out. We had a great Halloween that year
and a lot more adventures together, but this story will never be
topped. It was the most incredible experience of my life.

I’ve always felt proud of my body, and at the
age of 36 I was still looking good. For over 13 years now I've been
modeling for the local college, in their art class. My husband had
left me some years ago, and my son knew all about the modeling. His
name was David and at the age of 18 he was okay with what I
did.

I just got a call this day that there was a
new class starting and would I be available? I informed them that I
was interested, and asked when they would need me. They told me it
would be the next day, and that as usual it would be a nude
class.

I told my son when he got home that day that
I was doing another class, but he already knew. I didn't think to
question how he knew, and we just had a light meal that night and
watched a bit of TV before going to bed.

The next day I was saying goodbye to my son
and noticed that he was a bit quiet for some reason, but when I
asked him if anything was wrong he just said no so I let it be.

When I arrived at the college I was greeted
as normal by the art teacher who I’d come to know over the years
and admired. His name is Frank and as usual he showed me the way to
the art class. The class itself was one of a few that didn't have
windows, so the only people who could see me when modeling were
those in the class itself. This day I found that Frank had laid out
a beautiful large light pink and very soft rug that was draped over
several small tables, and spread out over a large area. To the side
was a table with fruit in a bowl with grapes hanging over the edge
and a single red apple right next to it. On the other side of this
table was an old fashioned quill in an ink pot and a large
decorative candle.

I was to pose in the middle of all this
color, with the decorative table standing to the left of me. I
could already imagine some of the finished paintings and thought
how nice this one would be. I never got undressed until all the
canvasses were set up and the students were ready to go. On this
day however I was in for a shock, because when Frank allowed the
students in one of them was my son.

I didn’t know what to do, I mean I knew he
wasn’t bothered about my modeling but I couldn’t help wondering why
he hadn’t told me that he’d enrolled into this class. He’d never
shown any interest in art as a profession, although I did know that
he was quite good at drawing. In fact I still had a picture of a
horse that he’d drawn at school, which was framed and was hanging
on my bedroom wall.