by Carl East
He got the idea straight away, and before long I could feel him entering me for the first time. I had to bend my knees somewhat in this position as I was a little too high but each time I dropped onto his cock he stood on the tips of his toes to meet me. His cock was stretching my pussy, but with all the moisture that I was producing he found it very easy to penetrate me. As this action got faster and faster I started to cum, and could feel my juices pouring over his shaft with each thrust.
He then placed a hand around my butt to hold me steady and began to pound my poor pussy for all he was worth. I came so hard a few minutes later that I felt I was going to fall, but then felt the grip he had on me as he too started to cum once more. He removed his cock just as the first spurt came, and I saw it hitting my outer thigh and running down my leg as he came again onto my stomach.
When it was all over I told him to go clean up, and that brings me to how all of this happened in the first place. The guilt caught up on me that night, and I revealed to Janet, when Paul had gone to bed, just what I’d done. She surprised me by saying how incredibly hot my actions were, and that she was sorry she’d missed the action. The thing is I hadn’t had sex for well over a year before this event and it left me feeling liberated and whole once again.
We discussed it in length after that, and I didn’t know what would happen in the future.
Double Trouble Part 2
A week after my adventure with Paul I was washing the dishes when Janet walked into the kitchen. She was the only one who knew what I’d done, and I wanted it to remain that way. She messed around for a few minutes doing odd jobs that didn’t really need to be done, and sort of hovering as if she had something to say but couldn’t get it out in the open.
“Ok…what’s wrong Janet? If you’ve got something to say, out with it?” I said, putting down a plate I was holding.
Janet laughed, and turned towards me.
“I’ve always found it hard to keep anything from you, but what I want to ask is a bit delicate,” said Janet.
“Just say it, I can only agree or disagree with whatever you say,” I responded.
“Well…the thing is, ever since the day you told me about your liaison with Paul I’ve wished that I could have seen what had happened, and I was wondering if you would consider…
“Doing it again so that you can watch?” I interrupted.
“Yes,” she said.
“I won’t lie to you Janet, there isn’t a day that goes by without me thinking about doing it again, but the day after it happened I felt so guilty that I swore I’d never let anything like that happen again,” I replied, seeing the disappointment on her face, “however, I’ve had time to consider all the variables about what happened, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I didn’t hurt anyone. In fact I’ve had strong urges over these last two days to repeat the pleasure I felt that day, so yes I will do it if that’s what you want?”
“Oh that’s great, so when are you planning it?” said Janet, excitedly.
“I was thinking when he gets in from football practice, but I want your help. I’m going to tease him a little, just to make sure he’s interested and I want you to make out you’re his mother. When I’m convinced he thinks I’m you the show will begin and I’ll give you a cue to get into the wardrobe, ok?”
“Ok, sounds good,” replied Janet.
Two hours later the stage was set and I heard Paul coming in the backdoor. He always came in that way when he’d been playing football as he was usually dirty and needed a shower, most others would shower after the practice but he only lived around the corner and found it easier to come home.
I was sitting in the lounge and heard him say I’m back mom, to which Janet responded with an ok and greeted him in the hallway. She was dressed the way I usually dress, whereas I was wearing some pretty provocative clothes. He must have accepted it because he told her he was going to get a shower and would be down in a few minutes.
I then heard Janet say she was going out for a couple of hours to meet an old friend, but that she’d wait until he came back down and that dinner would be late tonight.
He just agreed as he walked up the stairs, and then Janet came back into the lounge.
“Well…he’s all set for you and when he comes down, if you could distract him for a few minutes after I’ve told him that I’ll see him later I’ll get into the wardrobe, ok?” said Janet.
“Ok…but…
“You’re not having second thoughts are you?” said Janet.
“No, I just feel incredibly horny and the more I think about what’s going to happen the hornier I get,” I replied.
“Well I can’t say I don’t understand because I do, remember I’ve already sampled what you’ll be going through tonight, and I’ve wanted to repeat it a few times now,” said Janet, nudging me and giving me a wink.
The truth is I was still having doubts about all this, and I think it had something to do with the guilt I felt from not only having sex with my own son but fooling him into believing I was someone else.
A few minutes later I could hear Paul coming down the stairs and got myself ready mentally. When he walked in he was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and greeted us both with a hug.
“As I said earlier Paul, dinner’s going to be a bit late tonight as I have to go somewhere. So in the meantime if you feel hungry grab yourself a hot pocket or something until I get back, ok?” said Janet, convincingly.
Meanwhile he’d sat opposite me and after confirming that he understood Janet left the room. We both heard the door closing but only I knew she was now creeping up the stairs. I was wearing a tight fitting low cut dress, and had shaved my legs. I also hadn’t bothered putting any panties on, as I wanted to tease him a little before the action started. At first he didn’t say anything, and we both watched something dumb on the TV. Neither one of us was interested in what was showing but we couldn’t be bothered to change the channel.
That’s when I sat back and opened my legs a little, and not once looking over to see what he was doing. I knew that he could see my inner thigh, but not much else and I made sure I had his attention before pulling the lever on the side of the chair and reclining back. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell his head was pointed in my direction, and that he could probably see my pussy. I stretched and allowed my legs to part a bit more, and then saw him adjusting himself in his chair.
“Aunt Janet, would you mind if I took some pictures of you in that chair?” he suddenly said, leaning forward.
“If you want to Paul,” I replied.
Off he went to fetch his camera, and within a minute he was back again. He sat down opposite me once more and I could see the zoom mechanism popping out, and couldn’t help wondering how detailed a close up would be. He then asked me to pose again, not knowing that I’d never posed for him. I just did what I saw Janet doing the other day, and pretty soon he was all around my chair taking shots from all angles.
I’d just unfastened a few buttons on the front of my dress when I suddenly had the urge to lead him on a bit, so I got up from the chair and began to undress slowly and provocatively. I led him out into the hallway with the camera clicking away like mad as I teased him with a flash of my pussy by pulling my dress up quickly and letting it fall back down.
As I reached the stairs I felt my dress falling down around me, and stepped out of it. He was now taking shots of my bare ass, as I climbed the stairs, and by the time I’d reached the top my bra was laying on the middle step. He followed me into the bedroom where I laid down and brought my knees up to my chest. He loved that and he took several shots of my now wet pussy, before I opened my legs wide and ran a finger through the delicate folds of womanly flesh.
My first thought as he got nearer to me was that Janet was right; knowing that someone is watching you can be a real turn on. When he got onto the bed, I took the camera away from him, and ran my hands over the obvious bulge in his jeans. He let out a sigh as my hand felt the full length through the fa
bric, and then pulled down the zipper. He immediately got off the bed and stripped after that, before grabbing my ankles and climbing on at the foot of the bed.
He then spread my legs wide and leaned into me, and the thought of my pussy lips being open and the tongue that was even now getting nearer made me cum. He licked my wetness, and I felt a wonderful sensation pass through my body and closed my eyes. I could then feel his tongue darting in and out and deliberately flicking my clit, before he spread the lips with both hands and began to lap at my juices.
I arched my back wanting to feel his tongue going deeper, and he inserted a finger as he licked harder. I wondered what Janet was feeling right at that moment, and casually looked in the direction of the wardrobe. I could see it slightly ajar, but I couldn’t see her. Then Paul crept up the bed, and I pulled him onto my right side and lay him over onto his back, before spreading his legs and getting between them in a kneeling position.
His cock was so impressive and right in front of my face when I gripped it and allowed it to run through my hands. I then licked the ridge first, and sucked the end into my mouth, to the sounds of his moans of approval. I tried very hard to deep throat his shaft, but he was too big. Instead I allowed half of it into my mouth and began to speed up and my head was bobbing up and down, as my lips encircled the circumference of his meat. I could feel his hands on the back of my head and at one point he pushed too hard and I gagged as it hit the back of my throat.
I got it back under control and he eased off, and suddenly I felt and tasted his seed as he exploded inside my mouth. I swallowed hard and fast, but when he came again I couldn’t keep it in and found it seeping out and running down my chin. I then removed it from my mouth and carried on stroking the full length with my hand in time to witness the last explosive exit of his man seed as it shot out and landed on his stomach.
After releasing it and being sure that he stayed hard, I scampered up the bed and quickly sat astride him before placing my hand behind me and guiding his cock into my pussy. It went in with ease as I was so wet, and I started to lift myself up with my knees and drop down onto it. When I’d got a good rhythm going I could only imagine what Janet was seeing, and that made me even wetter if that was possible. By now his cock was going as far inside me as it could go, and I loved how it stretched me. Then I felt the usual sensations that preceded an orgasm, the tingling feet and cold flush that seemed to travel up my body and end around my neck. I was aware of my erect nipples as they hardened to the point of being painful, and then realized that I was now gushing over his cock.
I’d never felt such an intense orgasm in my entire life, and when he shouted that he was about to cum I pulled myself off and put my hand behind me to hold it. I could feel his seed hitting my back, and I tried to stroke it into giving me another load, when he did I ran my fingers through it and finished by sliding my hand over his wet cock.
We lay there for what seemed like hours, but in reality were only a few minutes. When at last I could compose myself enough to sit up, I got off the bed and told him to get cleaned up. He got off the bed and went straight to the bathroom, without saying a word. When I heard the shower going, I crossed over to the wardrobe and opened the doors. Janet was a mess, she was sweating from both the heat in the wardrobe and the intensity of the orgasm she’d just had watching us.
“Fucking hell Jane, that was the most erotic event of my life. I must have cum about four times just watching you two, it was incredible,” she said, trying to stand.
I helped her up and then spotted a video camera in her right hand.
“You didn’t?” I said, point at the camera.
“Every second of it,” she replied.
I told her to leave now and come back in thirty minutes, by then I knew we’d be back down stairs.
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 th
at 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.
