The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (76 page)

He came with such a force that she choked as
it hit the back of her throat, but she rallied valiantly to take
the second load without a murmur. His knees wobbled as he came. His
cock kept spurting a third and then a forth time; he looked down,
not believing that she was taking it all. Then she stood up,
keeping hold of his semi-hard cock and working her brand of magic
on it.

Stepping back one pace she pulled her panties
down, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy that glistened with
moisture. His cock began to move again, standing to attention as
she unbuttoned his shirt, then pushed him back on the bed. Climbing
on top of him, she gripped his cock as she reached behind and
guided it to her love nest.

She knew she was wet enough to take it, for
she had already climaxed, and wondered how much better it would be
once he was inside. His thick mushroom slid into her wet pussy lips
with ease, and then she pushed down, gently at first, but harder
when she felt it going in.

“Oh…Norman you gorgeous man you, that feels
so good.”

She dropped until she thought she couldn’t go
any further, then using her knees she came back up just as slowly.
This continued for a while, until she felt comfortable with his
size. Then of course the speed changed, and she was suddenly a
woman possessed. Bobbing up and down and feeling every last inch of
his cock entering her womanhood.

Norman had stayed quiet, for he was now
experiencing the joys of sex for the very first time, but watched
as she bounded up and down, her breasts moving in a delightful
manner. Reaching up he cupped them both, his shovel like hands
easily covering them. He could feel her erect nipples on the palms
of his hands, and moaned out loud how much he loved this.

Anna looked down, as she dropped once more
onto his cock, her face pink in color, and her eyes sparkling in
the throes of passion.

“I’m going to cum,” she screamed, working her
hips faster.

This had the effect of exciting Norman into
action, for as he felt her tense up he too exploded deep inside
her. Anna’s orgasm seemed to last for ever, in those few minutes of
carnal lust, but it all too soon came to an end as she sat forward,
his cock still buried inside her pussy, and her hands resting on
his chest.

“Anna, can I ask you something, without you
laughing?” said Norman, while parting her hair to see her face.

Anna looked into his eyes and leaned forward
to kiss him, her lips gently brushing his own, before straightening
up again.

“Of course you can, what is it?”

“A friend of mine told me, that when I
eventually managed to have a girl that it was imperative that I
perform something he called cunnilingus on her. What is that?” he
asked.

Anna smiled at him; not quite believing how
innocent he was but explained nevertheless.

“You remember what I did to you earlier.”

“Oral sex you mean,” he replied.

“Yes, well cunnilingus is another way of
saying oral sex, only it’s for a woman, in other words you do it to
me, as opposed to the other way round.”

“Can I try it,” he said, looking very
unsure.

“Of course you can,” she replied, finally
sitting up and letting his now limp cock free.

Anna rolled off him, then lay on her back;
her legs slightly open, knowing that she was losing his cum down
the cheeks of her butt.

“Right, get between my legs Norman, then lick
this area,” she said, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand,
while pointing to her clit with the other.

He got into position, then started to lick
the indicated spot, noticing an erect almost nipple like protrusion
coming from her pussy. Flicking it around and rubbing thoroughly
with the tip of his tongue, he noticed the response he was getting
with each pass. Then he started to experiment, darting into her
opening and tasting the salty substance that was coming from her
hole.

She squirmed around on the bed, enjoying the
touch of his large tongue and the feel of his fingers as he began
to get more serious. He wanted her to open up to him, knowing that
he was responsible for her every feeling. Then he felt her start to
shudder; knowing that he was doing everything right, which only
made him try even harder.

“I’m going to cum Norman, don’t stop, please
don’t stop,” she urged.

Norman had no intention of stopping, his
friend had been right; it was such a pleasure to see your partner
screaming out in ecstasy, knowing that you are the cause. Her
bucking on the bed might have pushed a lesser man off, but Norman
was no ordinary man, his size made her efforts at getting free from
this orgasm impossible.

Arching her back and reaching that ultimate
orgasm, was the highlight of the night for Anna, for she had never
felt an orgasm with such intensity. By the time she came to her
senses, she had cum no less than five times that night, and looked
forward to the coming nights with her new lover.

The End

As I write this I’m feeling ashamed of
myself, but at the same time I feel liberated. I’ve always been
close to my son, some would say too close. I know I’ve spoilt him
ever since his father left me, and I know he never wants to leave
home, although I think in time that will change.

This story really started though with my
identical twin sister, because she was the one who bought my son
that expensive camera and the source of all this upheaval. He’s
always liked to keep a scrap book with photos and other
memorabilia, and now he takes pictures just to experiment with what
can and can’t be done.

I suppose I’d better tell you a little bit
about my sister, as she’s one of the main characters in this story.
To say we are similar would be an understatement; we like the same
colors, foods, movies, music and have the same taste in men. Her
name is Janet mine is Jane. At thirty-six years of age we still
live together, mainly because her husband died of leukemia three
years ago and mine left me around the same time.

Some times we play around with Paul, my son,
and find it very easy to fool him into thinking my sister’s his
mother. When we wear the same clothes he finds it very hard to tell
us apart and both of us like long hair so he’s always making a
mistake by talking to my sister like she’s his mother. It can be
quite funny at times, but then this story came about because of it
and now it’s not as funny.

As I said earlier, it started with the
camera. Paul wanted to take shots of us in various poses, and Janet
kept teasing him with little flashes of her underwear, usually when
he wasn’t ready for the shot. Like I said, at first it was funny,
but then after he’d let on that he wanted to take some real photos
of us both because he thought we were hot I began to wonder what
thoughts were going through his head.

It was while Janet and I were alone one day
that I asked her a question, and her answer shocked me.

“What do you think I should do about Paul
noticing us in that way?” I said.

“If you’re referring to the time he thought
we were hot…nothing, he’s a growing lad with raging hormones just
like every other guy. He’s bound to notice things, besides we are
hot,” replied Janet, with a wink.

“He’s not a lad anymore Janet, he’s a young
man and at eighteen he’s never had a girlfriend, at least none that
I know of.”

“Well…he knows about sex because I’ve seen
the magazines in his bedroom, and I’m sure he’s doing with them
what every male does at his age,” said Janet, knowingly.

“Oh I know about that, but I also know it’s a
natural thing for a young man of his age to do so that doesn’t
bother me. What does concern me is that he’s noticing us in a
sexual way, and that’s not healthy.” I replied, thinking I had a
good point.

“Ok…well why don’t you let me test him out
and see how far he’s prepared to go, and then we’ll know if he’s
getting the sort of ideas that you’re so worried about?” said
Janet.

I wasn’t sure about this particular
development, but I was interested in what would happen so I agreed.
It was the overheard conversation the next day between Paul and
Janet that had me worried, because he’d asked her again about
posing for him and she said alright, but that he should wait until
his mother has to go to the store or something.

Now I knew my sister, she was a schemer and
could be quite devious at times, but it was the way she didn’t tell
me her plans later on that day that I found suspicious. The next
day I told them both I was going into town for a new pair of jeans,
and that I wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours. In reality I’d
made sure the backdoor was unlocked before I left, and sneaked
around five minutes after leaving to see what she was up to.

After opening the backdoor as quietly as I
could I heard voices coming from the sitting room, so I crept into
the hallway and listened just behind the door.

“Ok Paul, first of all what would you like me
to wear?” said Janet.

“Something sexy Aunty,” replied Paul.

I knew that that would mean she was going up
stairs to change so I quickly hid back in the kitchen and sure
enough she went to her bedroom. About five minutes later I heard
her coming back down and got into position once more.

“Wow, that’s what I mean. You look absolutely
stunning Aunt Janet,” I could hear Paul saying.

I couldn’t help wondering at that point just
what she was wearing, and I had to know, so I crept to the edge of
the door frame and took a peek. Fortunately for me they were
standing at the far end of the room and were standing sideways to
me. Then I spotted what Janet was wearing, she had on the smallest
skirt she possessed and a tight fitting blouse that made her
breasts look huge. Her cleavage was well defined, and she’d even
put makeup on.

It reminded me of how we used to dress when
going out on the town hunting for Mister Right; we must have looked
like a couple of hookers back then.

Anyway, Paul was asking her to do some sexy
poses and I watched her sit in the chair and open her legs. Paul
could see her panties, and was clicking away as Janet moved around
in an attempt to pose more seductively. At one point she unfastened
a couple more buttons on her blouse and was showing him parts of
the areoles that surround a woman’s nipples.

Needless to say you could hear his camera as
he clicked away, and I knew he was getting excited over what he was
seeing.

“Ok Paul, I think we’d better stop now,
you’re getting too excited. I mean look at that,” said Janet.

I couldn’t see what she was pointing at, but
I knew what she was referring to.

“No, just a few more shots Aunty, I’m sorry
about that,” he replied looking down, “I just find you so
incredibly hot I can’t help it.”

My mind was screaming at me to stop this now,
but I was fascinated as to how far Janet would go and a little more
than curious as to what she’d seen. The next thing I know, she’s
unbuttoning her blouse and opening it up. I could see the bra
straining to keep its package in check, and then noticed that my
own nipples were hard. ‘You wait until I get you alone young lady,’
I thought continuing to watch my son as he got ever closer to
Janet’s breasts, and then even he shocked me.

“Could you take the bra off Aunty, and I
won’t ask for any more than that?” he said.

For a moment Janet didn’t say anything, and I
thought that she was about to end all of this, but then she reached
around to the back and unclipped her bra. The sudden release of
pressure made her bra spring forward, and then drop to the floor.
Paul just stood there with his mouth slightly open and staring at
her incredible breasts.

“Well you naughty little boy, this is what
you wanted so take some pictures already?” said Janet.

Paul was all over the place taking shots of
her breasts from above and below, and each time he moved so did
Janet, even going as far as running her hands over her breasts
suggestively. I could see that this was exciting her because her
own nipples were protruding more than usual, and then I caught
sight of the bulge in Paul’s pants. In that instant I felt the
dampness in my own panties, and a feeling of guilt rushed over
me.

I withdrew my head from the frame of the door
and stood in the hallway taking deep breaths. I didn’t know what to
do, on the one hand I knew I should be stopping what was going on,
but on the other I realized that it was turning me on and making me
feel incredibly hot. I stood there for what seemed like ages, and
then slowly took another peek.

“We really should stop now Paul,” said Janet,
as she closed her blouse over her breasts, “you’re getting way too
worked up over all this.”

Then she ran her hand over the bulge in his
pants, as an indication of what she meant, and Paul froze. I
watched her mapping out the outline of his hardened cock through
his pants as her hand ran from tip to base, and he was standing in
just the right spot for me to see how big and fat his meat was from
the impression her hand was leaving around his bulge.