The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (84 page)

“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 lets 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 eye liner 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 sometime, 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, like nothing had happened.

My legs were on either side of the bench, and
I could feel myself getting wetter between my legs, 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. But 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
and off.

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 got 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 off 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. So 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 off 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 view finder 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 any more. When he applied pressure and
actually entered me with that finger I moaned out loud, 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 got dressed and left the room at that point
so I did the same, and pretty soon we’d gotten cleaned up and were
sitting in the computer room once more.