Dirty Secrets (The Ultimate Taboo Box Set)

by Wild, Angel

  As I entered the house, I thought I'd try and creep up on him just to make him jump. He did this to me on many occasions, so I thought I'd get my own back. I was in for a shock however, for as I pushed the sitting room door open as quietly as possible, I spotted him laying flat on the couch masturbating to something on the TV.

  Being his stepmother, I should have backed up and quietly left the room, but I couldn't do it. You see I caught sight of his cock as his hand glided back and forth, he was so big. I stood transfixed as he stared at the TV, totally unaware that I was there, and then I got an even bigger shock for there on the screen was me.

  He was masturbating over a video of me on the beach in California, one where I was topless. I just didn't know what to do, I mean I love my stepson but I never realized he looked at me in that way. I also started to feel guilty, for as I was watching his cock pass through his hand as he stroked it faster; I was suddenly getting turned on.

  Putting my hand down below, I ran a finger over the fabric of my skirt, poking it inwards, which just seemed to make things worse for I could feel myself getting wetter. I couldn't believe I was getting excited at watching my stepson masturbate, while he was watching me on TV and doing the exact same thing.

  Then I heard him start to moan out a bit louder, and pushed my finger closer to my pussy, so close in fact my panties were being poked into my body. I knew he was about to cum and I loved it. I was getting hotter and hotter, until finally his seed hit the surface, shooting up and arching onto his chest.

  I thought to myself, I've got to get out of here, but what happened next shocked and excited the hell out of me. He suddenly got up and changed the tape, and I was curious as to what he was going to watch next. When it started I stood their completely frozen. Once again I was watching myself on the screen only this time I was on my own bed using a dildo. How he'd managed to get this footage was completely beyond me, but there I was moaning aloud from an orgasm that was building up inside me.

  Once again his cock could be seen passing over the palm of his hand, and after ten minutes of this tape he started to cum again.

  At that moment I came so massively it made my legs shake, I felt like jelly as he shot a second load and just had to get out of the room. I could feel the juices running down my legs, as I quietly walked out of the house. Getting into my car I tried to get more composed, and waited for another ten minutes before re-entering my home, making sure that I closed the door a bit harder than usual.

  Geoff was in the kitchen making him self a sandwich, I didn't look straight at him, I just said hi, and then put the kettle on.

  "You're early mom."

  "Yes, my class was cancelled," I replied, trying not to make eye contact.

  For some reason I felt both guilty and ashamed at what I had just done, but at the same time this whole experience had excited me. I felt that if we made eye contact, he would know something was wrong. Strangely, I found myself moving more suggestively as I reached for a cup and stretched for the coffee, it felt like I was trying to impress him.

  After I'd made my coffee I took it into my bedroom, and then caught myself looking into the full-length mirror admiring my figure. I sat down on the bed after that, thinking to myself, I've got to get over this incident, as nothing was going to come from it, except maybe tears.

  No matter how I tried to forget the incident however, I just couldn't get it out of my mind. I kept picturing his huge cock and wondering how it would feel inside my pussy, in fact the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, but how could I be having these feelings when I knew that he was my stepson.

  My husband had left me a few years ago, leaving me to bring his son up on my own. I had noticed in the past year how much my stepson resembled my ex-husband, both in build and features, but until today it had never turned me on. Getting out of my workout clothes, I consciously placed a sexy outfit on, wanting my stepson to notice me.

  I wore a short skirt that showed off my still slender legs, and a tight fitting top that revealed a bust which still turned men's heads. Placing a bit of makeup on, I went back down the stairs to find him watching the TV again; only this time he was watching the news.

  "Have you got any plans today son?"

  "No, not really, I thought I'd hangout with you if you're not doing anything?" he replied, quite innocently.

  At that moment I had a wicked idea, although I wasn't sure I would be able to do it. I left the room, and then removed my panties, putting them in the wash basket before returning to the sitting room. At first, I sat opposite his chair with my legs firmly held together, but as we talked I slowly began to spread them apart, not obviously, but just enough.

  I realized straight away that if I sat well back in the armchair, my legs would be slightly more elevated, giving anyone that sat in the chair Geoff was sitting in, the best possible view. I deliberately didn't make eye contact as we talked, but could tell after just a couple of minutes from the corner of my eye, that his head hadn't turned away from where I was sitting.

  The very thought that his eyes were looking at my pussy made me wet, but at this time I was going through the strangest feelings of my life. On the one hand, he was starting to really arouse me, yet on the other I felt guilt for playing with my stepson in this manner. I soon realized that the sexual side of me was winning the day for the more I talked the hornier I got.

  I managed to steal a glance as I rambled on, noticing how transfixed he was on my parted legs. I couldn't help what I did next; I just wanted to please him so much. I suddenly opened my legs further, knowing full well that he could probably see every inch of my pussy. At the same time, it excited me to think that he might even be able to tell that I was getting very wet down there.

  "You look very sexy today mom, are you expecting anyone?" he said, never taking his eyes away.

  For the first time since entering the room, I looked straight at him, not quite sure what to say.

  "No...I um...I just felt like wearing something light, but thanks for the compliment," I answered, closing my legs slightly.

  I swear that if he'd made a move to take me there and then, I wouldn't have objected, but he seemed content just to admire my body, or at least a part of it. I soon realized that he wasn't about to take the lead in all this, so if I was going to let anything happen, it would have to start with me.

  Then I had an idea, getting up I asked if he would like a drink, to which he replied yes. I crossed over to the drinks cabinet, and started to pour a couple of vodka's, making sure that his was much stronger than my own. Handing it to him, I reseated myself opposite giving him a further show. I figured that if he was going to get horny after a few drinks, he might as well have a good reason.

  By the time we'd had three drinks, he was opening up a little, talking about things that he wouldn't normally talk about such as sex. By now I just didn't care anymore, I'd even allowed my skirt to ride up my legs a little, it was then that the most exciting night of my life began.

  He suddenly sat forward, and pointed straight between my legs.

  "You know, you have the nicest pussy, I think I've ever seen," he said, uncharacteristically.

  I will never forget those words, for as I thanked him for the compliment; I looked down and shamelessly pulled the skirt upwards just so that he could get a better look.

  "Do you think so?" I replied, noticing the glistening from the juices I was producing.

  He suddenly stood up and crossed over to where I was sitting, and then got down onto his knees and ran a finger around the moist hole before him. His touch felt electric, as my breathing became more rapid. He looked up at me, with those eyes that reminded me of his father, and then smiled looking back at his prize. He gently pushed a finger into my pleasure zone, knowing at last how wet I was, and then he leaned forward spreading my legs wider.

  I felt extremely excited as I knew what he was about to do, and for the second time that day I came. It excited me even more as I knew that his first taste of my juices
would be from my climax, caused by his soft touch. When I felt his tongue probing the entrance I threw my head back into the chair loving every moment of this encounter. The guilt that I'd felt before had vanished; although I knew the next day might tell a different story.

  I then gently placed my hands at the back of his head, pulling him in towards me. He responded by sucking in a mouthful of pussy, which made me tremble slightly, and then I felt his tongue rubbing my clitoris, and gripped his head even tighter. Suddenly, he opened me up with both thumbs, spreading my pussy lips apart in an effort to get as deep as possible with his tongue, and once again I started to cum.

  My eyes were tightly closed as I felt him lapping up the escaping wetness, his tongue sending me over the top with ease, and then he stopped. I opened my eyes to see him standing before me, the bulge in his pants more than evident, as he started to unzip them. Watching, with an intensity that I have never felt before, he allowed his trousers to drop around his ankles.

  Sitting up I reached forward placing my hands into the rim of his briefs, and then slowly started to pull them down. My hands were shaking as I revealed his hard and throbbing cock, making me almost salivate in anticipation of feeling it inside me. I tentatively held it with my right hand, making him twitch and then leaned forward some more.

  With my mouth slightly open I surrounded the end of his magnificent member with my lips, slowly sucking on the end. His moan of pleasure excited me as I allowed it to enter my mouth a little further, and then sucking harder I started to give him a deep throat. His hands were now around the back of my head, as he gently pulled me into him, wanting me to take him over the top.

  I then began to work it, showing him just how it should be done, taking hold of his cock with both hands and working them in rhythm with my mouth. At first slowly, and then faster, making him squeal as he drew nearer and nearer to that magic moment. I didn't allow him to cum too quickly however, for I wanted him to remember this event for a very long time.

  Taking it out of my mouth, I licked up and down, sucking in his ball sack as I held his shaft up, and then going back to the end to suck it in once more, making his knees shake. After teasing him like that for a few minutes more, I decided to go for gold, sucking him hard and deep once again, until I knew he was about to cum.

  When he did, I could feel the surge as the end of his cock swelled up slightly, and then tasted the salty substance, as it shot out onto my tongue for the very first time. Sucking him harder I then commenced in draining him utterly, making him shudder before me as his second load hit the back of my throat.

  As he came for the third and final time, with just a trickle coming out of the end, I licked it off, and then stood up, still holding onto his rock-hard cock. He rushed forward with his mouth; clumsily knocking my head back a little with his lips.

  "Don't rush son, it would be better if you allowed me to take control?" I said, gently pushing him back.

  He seemed to apologize with his eyes, as he looked down, so I held his chin with the tips of my fingers, lifting his head up and gently placing my lips onto his own. His hands were gripping my buttocks, squeezing me tightly as my tongue entered his mouth to be met by his own. We kissed hard and long, without me realizing that he had undone my skirt from behind and allowed it to drop onto the floor.

  Stepping out of it, I started to take my top off, revealing my breasts to him and looking down at his hardened cock twitching once more. We kissed for a while longer, and then he lowered me to the sitting room floor, gently laying me down and standing above me. His cock looked magnificent as he started to kneel between my open legs, and I closed my eyes as I felt it touch my outer walls.

  He pushed forward suddenly, making me gasp as his large cock drove inwards. I closed my eyes, remembering how his father used to feel exactly the same whenever we made love. Opening them again I remembered that this was my son, but as he fucked me I told myself I didn't care, for that moment was all that mattered. His pace started to increase, so I slowed him down, telling him not to rush.

  From that moment on he paced himself, giving me long slow strokes and making me climax several times, before giving the signs that he was about to cum once more. When he did, I held his buttocks tightly, feeling him draining his fluids inside me, and then coming to rest on top of me. We stayed like that for what seemed ages, before I eventually pushed him to one side placing him on his back.

  Getting between his legs, I lowered my head and sucked the juices from his now limp cock, bringing him back to life as it were. I then straddled him and lowered myself onto his shaft, making sure to work his balls with my left hand, whilst holding his cock with my right. I don't think he'd been made love to like this before, because he was soon very hard again, as I started to move up and down his gorgeous cock.

  Then I decided to treat both him and myself, by taking him out of my pussy and placing his cock at the entrance to my anal passage. It felt so tight as I sat down slowly once more, but soon I had the end of his cock inside my opening, and was working it all the way in. He moaned out load, as I got faster, screaming out that he loved this.

  I placed my finger onto my clit as I continued to fuck him, taking myself over the top as he too started to cum for the last time that day, and then it was all over. We got dressed after that without saying a word, but once we were ready to talk we didn't want to stop. I started it off by confessing that I had witnessed him earlier, to which he was a little embarrassed, but glad none the less, for without that moment this event might never have happened.

  We must have talked for hours, before going to our separate beds, but sleep escaped me for most of the night, with thoughts of how wonderful the feelings I had had earlier being prevalent in my mind. In the morning I was washing the dishes from the night before, dressed only in my nightgown, as Geoff came up behind me wearing only his briefs. I could feel his hardness pressing against me as my soapy hands came out of the water, but he pushed them back into the water and then lifted my nightgown. Suddenly he was inside me once again, bending me over the sink and thrusting back and forth with such vigor that I came almost immediately.

  His large cock pounded in and out, with all the lust I had felt the day before, and as I came again my legs almost gave way, but he held me firm, not allowing me to drop to my knees. After twenty minutes he was still fucking me, making me feel so good inside that I never wanted it to end, but end it did, for soon after those thoughts he came explosively, shouting out loud that he was coming.

  I turned when he withdrew, getting to my knees in order to clean him up with my tongue, and ending up by sucking him off once more. The days that followed were much of the same, making them the best days of my life, and not once feeling guilty about making love to my own blood.

  The End

  My Spicier Confession

  By Nadia Nightside

  I walk over to the door, checking for the fifth time to make sure it’s unlocked. Then I look out from right inside the doorway, where someone would stand once they opened the door after a long trip.

  To the right, there’s the living room, full of comfy couches. To the left, there’s the study where I’ve laid down a series of blankets and some pillows. Right in front of the door is the thick rug, a great place for a hot, sweaty, needy rut with Blake's cock stuffing me silly.

  Everything is completely clean. I made sure of it all day, cleaning and recleaning, polishing and repolishing. Every surface shines. The air smells crisp and fresh. The sheets are all turned, the beds all made. Each and every cushion is lovingly pumped and ready to be used. I love my role as housepet for my Daddy, but today, Daddy is out of town, and I belong to someone else.

  Or, I want to, at any rate.

  I need this to be totally perfect.

  I need this to be perfect because today’s the day. At long last, my big brother is coming back home from his military service overseas.

  Of course, he’s not my real big brother. My Daddy, Ron, adopted us both at a very young age from
different families, but we grew up together. I’d trust him with anything. Blake is in some version of the special forces, and since I’ve turned eighteen, he’s hardly been around. If he had, I probably would have acted before today.

  But today he comes back. I’m brimming with excitement, and my pussy is crawling with hot lascivious need. I need to tell him how I feel—I need to tell my big brother how I am so fucking desperate to be his personal loveslave cum dumpster.

  I remember when I was very young, I told him about my very first crush. It had been an innocent, temporary thing. I thought I was SO in love with an older boy. When I told Blake, he just shook his head.

  “You don’t want that guy,” he said solemnly, stroking my hair. “He’s not good enough for you. Hardly anyone is.”

  I took that with me ever since.

  And I know that he was completely right. Not just anybody was good enough for me. But Blake is.

  I’ve had a crush on him now for the longest time. His body is completely chiseled, like he was carved out of the rock of all-that-is-man. He’s silent and strong, never complaining, never saying anything out of line. He’s a real sweetheart underneath all his steely exterior, but somehow, he’s never been with a girlfriend for very long.

  I get the feeling, more and more, that it’s my fault he’s not with anyone. That he just can’t stop fucking other girls without thinking of me instead.

  Most of the girls he’s dated have looked like me, as a matter of fact, though of course they’re not as hot as me. Hardly any girls are—I know that. Everyone in town knows that. It’s an easy thing to figure out when you’re as hot as I am—when you’re born on top of the mountain, it’s easy to see all the people still trying to climb. And that makes me so fucking turned on.