by Carl East
Some of them were finished, and were pretty good, but at least four of them weren’t finished yet so we knew we had to return for another day. My son’s picture was one of the unfinished ones, and it was looking extremely erotic. I told Eve and Alan as we left that day that Shawn had promised he would have the pictures of the night before ready by the time we got home, so after saying goodbye to Jonathon and Michael we all went home.
When we arrived Shawn was waiting, with an excited look on his face.
“I have the photographs Rebecca, if you’d care to see them,” he said, knowing full well we would.
I don’t think any of us were ready for the photos that he spread out on the kitchen table, some of them were extreme. Most were rejected as pictures that could be shown to agencies, but Eve did get a few shots that would look good in her portfolio. Alan had a few that he knew would look good, such as the one with me and Eve holding his legs and looking up at him wearing his Calvin Klein briefs.
Eve had to go after that, as she had a doctor’s appointment. She thanked us all for the pictures and the night before, and made her goodbyes at the door before leaving us. Alan was about to leave himself, but I asked him to stay a little longer as I was feeling extremely horny. With an invitation like that I don’t think any guy would leave, so I poured drinks for all four of us and we sat talking for a while.
About an hour later, I started to feel incredibly hot. We’d been talking about the night before and each one of them had a bulge in their pants just thinking about it. It was after Alan asked a question that things happened that I will never forget.
“What’s your favorite fantasy?” he said.
That question went around the table until it was my turn and I suddenly blurted out that I’d always fantasized about having every orifice filled with cock. They all looked at each other, and I could feel the flush in my face as the wheels in their minds turned.
“We could make that fantasy come true for you if you’d let us?” said Shawn.
“I don’t see how,” commented Alan, “one of us is Rebecca’s son.”
“I’d be very happy to oblige,” said David, shocking Alan.
“It’s okay Alan, we’re very close,” I replied.
He didn’t need to hear any more, because he suddenly rose from the chair and picked me up. He took me into the sitting room and put me down before asking the other two to help him get me undressed. That was quite an erotic experience in itself, as I could feel hands groping, pulling and tugging to remove my clothing. When I was naked, I watched them all disrobe and saw David getting down onto his back on the floor. I quickly fetched the KY jelly from the other room and knelt down to rub some over his hardened cock.
When I was sure it had enough on it I got into position by facing away from him and lowered myself down until I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into me. Slowly at first I allowed it to penetrate my ass, until finally the entire length was inside me and I pushed myself back up again. Alan then got into position in front of me, and with David’s legs between his he crouched down to enter my pussy. When he pushed forward the sensations of his cock and my son’s stretching me were unbelievable.
I then spotted Shawn coming over to my side and stroking his cock, before presenting me with it near my face. I couldn’t use my hands as they were supporting my weight over David, so I had to let Shawn guide his own cock passed my lips. When I felt it inside my mouth, I realized that my one and only fantasy had now been fulfilled. I had a cock in every orifice, and I loved it. It has to be said though I was finding it very hard to concentrate of Shawn’s cock when I was feeling such outrageous pleasures from my nether regions.
My pussy was so wet I could barely feel Alan anymore, but then the tingling started and I could feel my first orgasm approaching. My God it hit me hard, and the fact that I couldn’t slow them down made it all the more enjoyable. I kept having to pull away from Shawn’s cock as I needed to let out the sounds of joy, but each time I did he soon found a way back in again. Then I heard David starting to moan out loud and I knew he was about to cum. I was right because he suddenly pulled his cock out of my ass and held it around the front of me and under Alan. I looked down to see a mass of man seed exploding from the end of his cock and shooting over my stomach and breasts.
Alan was looking down as well, and he started to grunt and groan before pulling his cock free. He stood up though pulling his cock back and forth to finish himself off, and I loved the moment he came as it shot out the end and landed on my thighs. He then let go of a second load that hit my face and neck, I’d forgotten how much Alan could produce but it felt incredibly erotic. This had to have made Shawn over excited because I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth, and then felt the salty taste of his semen as it hit my tongue. I sucked him harder, as I hadn’t been able to concentrate on him too much earlier and felt his second load dribbling out the end as I licked the tip of his cock.
Of course it was now all over, but I could still feel after shocks in my pussy as if it hadn’t had enough yet. I lay their taking a breather, and before I knew it the others were dressed and both Shawn and Alan were saying goodnight and thanking me for a lovely evening. I didn’t get up again until they’d gone, and felt absolutely amazing.
The next day we modeled for the last time on the orgy scene, and looked at all the paintings after they’d been finished. Once again David’s painting stood head and shoulders above the rest and reminded me of one of those old church paintings you see in Rome, the types with all the color and so much detail. It all turned out that David had found his true calling, and that the college had made an offer for the finished painting. He accepted it and paints for a living now, and it has to be said he’s making a lot of money from something he once considered a hobby.
The End
My Son’s Slut
Chapter 1
The sensible part of me wishes that I didn’t have this secret to tell, but the naughty part wants me to tell the whole world. I’ve always loved my son, as every mother should, but for the last six months we’ve been doing things that no mother and son should ever do.
It all started when my son showed an interest in filming, as he’d chosen to study to be a cameraman. I’ve always encouraged my son in the past, so with that in mind I actually went out and bought him his first expensive digital video camera. It was a top of the range sort of camera, which even adjusted itself when not being held with a steady hand to clear up the picture.
To say he was thrilled would be an understatement, and for the first few days he was content to film just about anything that moved. Johnny and I had been alone now for over two years as his father was killed in a traffic accident. So it would be fair to say that I spoilt him a little, but now that he was eighteen he reminded me of his father in both looks and mannerisms.
He’d also shown an unhealthy interest in me. I first noticed that when he wanted to film me in the garden. I was sunbathing and he wanted to try different angles and basically experiment with his camera. I saw nothing wrong with it at first, so I let him do whatever he wanted to.
It was when he’d gone to bed that night and left his camera on the kitchen table, that I discovered what he’d been up to. As most of you know digital camera’s come with a memory card, and all you have to do to access the card is plug it into your computer. So there I was double clicking the icon on the screen to access the video he’d named “mom.”
At first it looked innocent enough, as he was shooting me from different angles in the garden, and then I saw that he’d zoomed onto my breasts. It wasn’t a lingering look either, as he’d tried from several locations to get the best bust shot he could get. At first I thought ‘what am I going to do with you Johnny,’ and then the film changed to that of my crotch. It was then that I learnt how revealing the bottom half of my bikini really was. The material had ridden up the crack of my pussy and he was zooming in on it.
That wasn’t the worst thing though, as he must have had the v
oice function on when he was shooting all of this. Because I distinctly heard him say, “God I’d love to fuck that,” under his breath. That still wasn’t the worst part as I suddenly realized I was getting wet between my legs.
I stopped the footage and sat back in my chair, not quite knowing what to do. My mind was a mass of conflicting messages, on the one hand I knew how wrong all of this was, but on the other it actually excited me to think that my son thought of me the way my husband used to. I must have watched that recording three more times before going to bed, and each time it seemed to excite me more.
The next day I decided to confront him with what I’d seen, and see where it went from there.
“Johnny, I need to talk to you about something,” I said, trying to get the words right in my head.
“Ok mom,” he replied, full of attention.
“I saw the movie you shot of me in the garden last night, and was shocked by the contents,” I said, trying to gauge his response.
“You didn’t?” was all he could say.
“Yes, and although it seemed erotic, you know it was wrong don’t you?”
“You thought it was erotic?” he said.
“Well, perhaps erotic was the wrong word, but I think you know what I’m saying here Johnny. What were you thinking?” I replied.
“When I saw you in that bathing costume I realized for the first time in my life just how sexy you really are. You’ve got an incredible figure for a thirty-six year old, and the truth is it excited me to see you like that. I’m sorry if it offended you, I realize that it was wrong and I’ll delete that footage straight away,” he said, obviously feeling guilty about it all.
“You don’t have to delete it, just don’t let anyone else ever see it,” I replied, wondering why I was being so lenient with him, “the truth is it was quite erotic to me.”
I think I saw a sparkle in his eyes as I said that, as if ideas had just popped into his head.
“Can I ask you a question mom?”
“Of course you can Johnny,” I replied.
“If I’d been honest about it all would you have let me film you the way I did?”
“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.
