The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (80 page)

I also knew that nobody in this college knew
that he was my son, as he was very new to the college and I hadn’t
gone out of my way to tell anyone. Anyway, when Frank told me that
everyone was ready I hesitated. Being comfortable with what I did
in my spare time was one thing, but seeing your mother doing it was
another. I knew that if I mentioned it, my son would get
embarrassed and I rationalized that he had seen several older
attempts at capturing my likeness on canvas before, so what the
hell.

I finally disrobed, and couldn’t bring myself
to look my son’s way. I was completely naked, and Frank was telling
me the position he wanted me in. I was sitting to the side, and
with one arm reaching back to hold the rug. My breasts were
completely visible to everyone in the room, but my pussy was partly
shielded by my leg. I felt comfortable, and heard Frank telling the
students that they could now start.

I turned my eyes toward my son, and
discovered that he was studying me intently. He was at an angle to
me, and I suddenly realized that from his position he could
probably see my womanhood. It was at that moment I felt extreme
guilt, because I was getting wet below and I’d never gotten wet
between my legs before while posing for the students. I shaved
regularly so I knew he could see my pussy, and I think it was this
thought that was making me wet.

I tried to stay calm, and keep my mind
occupied on something else but as the minutes turned to hours I
found myself getting aroused at showing so much to the one person I
thought would never see. When my nipples hardened I felt a flush in
my cheeks, wondering how many people in the room had noticed. Then
the bell in the hall could be heard by everyone, and the students
began to pack up their brushes. I quickly got my robe on and walked
around the class to have a look at what they’d done so far.

I knew that none of them would be finished
yet, but I always liked to see how well they were doing. The first
one I looked at was pretty good, but she hadn’t got my face quite
right. The next was better, but for whatever reason, he’d made my
boobs seem to droop more than they really did and I didn’t like
that at all. When I eventually got to my son’s attempt I was
shocked, I mean I always knew he could draw but this was
unbelievable. He’d decided to paint just the top half of me and
include the table in the back ground, and although he obviously
still had a ways to go before it was finished it looked very
good.

I got dressed after that, and thanked Frank
for setting up such a wonderful back drop before telling him I’d
see him again tomorrow and left. When my son got home that day, I
was anxious to see what he thought of it all.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d enrolled into
that class?” I said.

“I knew that you might cancel it, and I
didn’t want you too,” he replied.

“I saw what you did by the way, and I’ve got
to say it was without doubt the best one there,” I said, trying to
encourage him, “but you’re right I might have had second thoughts
had I known.”

“I could see you hesitate when you saw me,
but I figured you’d act professional and carry on, which you did,”
he said, confidently.

“Well…I hope it wasn’t too embarrassing for
you?” I replied.

“On the contrary, I thought it was all very
erotic, and I enjoyed trying to capture your likeness on canvas.
I’ve always thought you have an incredible body, especially for
your age. I just hope I didn’t embarrass you too much?” he said,
taking me by surprise.

“Thank you David, that was a very nice
compliment,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush for the second time
that day.

“Um…I was wondering mom, could you possibly
pose for me at home. I don’t mean for a canvas I mean for photos as
I’d find it easier to copy from pictures than I would from real
life modeling?” he said, taking me by surprise once again.

I didn’t know what to say at first, I think
the thoughts going through my head were of a naughty kind, but I
soon dismissed them and turned to look him in the eye.

“I don’t see why not, if you’re that keen to
capture me with brush and paint?” I replied, wondering where this
would all lead.

“Well, I was thinking of doing a montage of
your face and body from several angles, but in order for me to do
that I need to see you in several positions and not just the one at
the college,” he replied, sounding very professional.

I decided there and then that I would do my
best for him, as he seemed to be taking this very seriously and I
knew he had a talent that many people would envy.

“So when do you want to do all this?” I
said.

“Tonight if possible, that way I have some
material to help me tomorrow when we carry on with the original
painting,” he replied.

I thought about it for a few seconds and then
agreed, so we had a meal first and he then asked if I would pose in
the sitting room. I said alright and went straight up stairs to get
my clothes off and put a robe on. It wasn’t until I came back down
that I started having doubts about all this, but as I didn’t want
to disappoint him I shrugged them off and got into position. He’d
set up his camera equipment directly in front of the sofa, so I
knew where he wanted me. I stood there for a few seconds and took a
deep breath before removing the robe and throwing it to one
side.

I then sat down and he reentered the room
carrying some empty rolls of film, and stood behind the camera
adjusting the focus and getting everything ready, which included
the height of the tripod the camera sat upon. When he was ready he
looked up at me for the first time, and walked over to the
sofa.

“Okay mom, if you could face the camera
directly I’d like to take a few from the front first?” he said,
straightening out my legs and making me tingle all over with his
touch.

He then took six shots of me in that
position, and asked me to turn my head to the right and just my
head. This I did and he took another six photos. He then asked me
to cross my legs, which I did, and he took several more from the
side. It was at this point that I noticed a bulge in his pants, and
suddenly felt wet down below. He then asked if I would stretch my
right arm over the back of the sofa and open my legs, as he knew
that would make my cheeks flush, and he wasn’t wrong. As I
stretched my arm out, and parted my legs I knew that my pussy had
opened up slightly and my cheeks flushed instantly.

He seemed to take a lot more pictures in this
position than he had the others, and all sorts of naughty thoughts
were going through my mind. It was then that I remembered he was
only painting me at the college from the waist up, so why was I
naked? When I asked him this question, he confessed that it turned
him on to see me naked, but apologized for having such thoughts. I
sort of admired his honesty, and the devilish side of me took
over.

I started to pose without being prompted, and
he adored the way I moved around the sofa. At one point I was
kneeling on it, and looking back which he loved and took quite a
few shots of me in that position. I think I went a little too far
after that, and in hindsight I guess I was caught up in the moment.
I sat on the sofa facing him and spread my legs as wide as I could,
unashamedly, and he grabbed the camera from the tripod and got in
closer.

That’s when things took a turn for the
improper, as I was starting to get too excited about it all. I
found myself pulling my pussy lips apart with two fingers and he
got really good close up shots of my opening. It was more than just
a photographic shoot now, it had moved into the realms of
eroticism. I pinched my nipples to make them harder, and ran a
finger over my clit. His camera was going crazy, as he was shooting
me from all angles.

I spotted the bulge again, and couldn’t help
wondering just how big he was. He then touched one of my nipples to
see how hard it could get, and I felt a tingling sensation shooting
through my entire body. I suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it
firmly against my breast, and he grasped it and moved his hand
around the mound. Closing my eyes, I wanted him to go further, yet
my mind was telling me to stop this now. I ignored it, and adored
the feelings of his fingers pulling at my nipple. His camera was
still clicking away when I reopened my eyes, but he was pointing it
towards my crotch.

With an impulse I couldn’t seem to fight, I
grabbed the camera from his hand and placed it onto the sofa next
to me. He got the message and slowly ran his hands down to my
stomach and on until his fingers were touching my pussy lips. I
opened my legs and felt a finger brushing my clit, that’s when I
came for the first time that day. He knelt down and pushed a finger
inside me. The wetness made it easy, and as his finger entered me I
closed my eyes once more. It was the next sensation that made me
reopen them for he’d leaned forward and was licking the passage to
the forbidden fruit. I could feel his tongue pushing my clit
around, and the finger was still inside me. I felt so hot and my
thoughts returned to the bulge I’d seen earlier. ‘Was I really
going to let this go that far,’ I thought, and felt another orgasm
coming on.

He licked and slurped at the juices I was
producing, and after five more minutes he stood up and began to get
undressed. I watched intently as he discarded his shirt and
unzipped his pants, before pulling them down and revealing the
tight fitting briefs below. The bulge was more than evident, in
fact my eyes were glued to the outline of his cock, but I wasn’t
ready for what he was about to reveal. When he pulled his briefs
down, his large cock sprang up and I licked my lips
involuntarily.

It was a magnificent specimen, and bigger
than his father’s. He stood there for a second allowing me mentally
to take it all in, and then I moved forward onto the sofa and
grasped it firmly with my right hand. It pulsated as I touched it,
and I adored the feeling of lust as I allowed my hand to stroke him
slowly. For a few minutes I just admired his cock as it ran over my
fingers, and then I moved forward and opened my mouth. I felt it
touch my lips and closed them around it before sucking it into my
mouth. David let out a soft moan and I looked up to see he’d thrown
his head back and was enjoying the moment.

I sucked it harder and squeezed his balls
gently as I did so; he in turn began to thrust his hips forward
making me hold them back. The more excited I got the better it felt
for both of us as I was soon feeling the end of his cock brushing
the back of my throat. It was almost like he was fucking my mouth,
and at one point I let him do just that when I let go of his hips.
His cock was sliding in and out of my throat, and then he was
holding my head and trying to slam it into me. I gagged a few times
but allowed him to carry on, until finally he exploded inside my
mouth with a huge string of jism. I sucked harder as he’d stopped
moving, only now he wanted to back out.

I wouldn’t allow it though, as I held his ass
cheeks, pulling him into me and carried on sucking him dry. When I
was sure he’d stay hard I stood up and turned around to bend over
the sofa. He immediately got into position and pushed his cock in.
I looked back and smiled, before telling him to fuck me hard. He
didn’t need further prompting as he began to fuck me with a
passion, and I came yet again when he was fully inside me. He was
gripping my butt cheeks and slamming his cock deep, as I gripped
and crushed the one and only pillow that was on the sofa. I
squeezed it harder as his stomach repeatedly slapped my ass from
the forceful thrusts and came harder than I had ever cum in my
life. Again and again he fucked me and the juices from my pussy
were running down my inner thigh.

I then got an urge to ride him, and stopped
the action to sit him down where I had been. Once he was sitting I
got onto the sofa and positioned myself with my back to him and
lowered my ass. He entered me with ease, and I started to sit up
and fall down. I had one foot on the ground and the other on the
sofa as I pushed myself up and down repeatedly to the moans of his
voice and mine echoing throughout the room. When I came again for
the last time that day I heard him telling me that he was about to
cum as well, and felt him pulling his cock free to stroke it in
front of me.

His first large string of man seed shot all
over my stomach, while the second smothered his hand as he stroked
it. We sat still for a few moments to collect our thoughts and then
went up stairs to clean ourselves. When we were both fully dressed
and back in the sitting room I couldn’t seem to look him in the
eye, but then he gently placed his hand onto my chin and pulled my
face up.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed mother, I was
just as much to blame for what happened as you were and I have no
regrets,” he said, making me feel more comfortable.

We talked for hours about what had happened,
with neither one of us saying it wouldn’t happen again.

The next day in the art class I couldn’t help
thinking about the night before, and was getting very wet from all
the lustful thoughts in my mind. My nipples were erect all day, and
I’m sure the students must have noticed. Some of them told Frank at
the end of that session that they had finished while others claimed
they needed one more day. Frank scheduled another day for me
afterwards, and I went around to those that had finished, viewing
their interpretations of my body.