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“I’m sorry darling, but your pressie hasn’t arrived, I brought it online……..sorry.” I said.
“Don’t be silly, look here’s your’s.” Dan said.
I gave my husband a hug, pressing myself against his chest, and felt the predictable reaction in his crotch.
“Come on Mum, open yours,” Suzie yelled.
I broke away, reluctantly. Then I opened the parcel. He stood there smiling. As I opened it, so our son, Mike snapped away with his new camera. It was underwear of course. But this year, he’d out done himself, and then some.
“Wow,” I managed to say. “Wow.”
They were silk, and designer. The soft filmy material was incredible, so fine. He’d even got the size right. I put my arms around his neck, and kissed him, and even though both the k**s were there, I slipped my tongue into his mouth.
Click, click, click. Mike snapped away. His new Nikon DSLR capturing our moment. His new camera, he’d only had it an hour, and already it was a permanent feature on his face. But then, the previous camera had been as well.
“As your pressie for me isn’t going to arrive, until after I fly, you’re going to have provide an alternative!” Dan said.
“Dan! Not in front of the k**s,” I whispered.
“Now what I’d like, are photo’s of you wearing these,” he said smiling. “And Mike can take them, then email me them!”
“Oh come off it,” I said.
“No I mean it, you don’t mind do you Mike, take a few piccies of your Mum.”
Mike smiled, and I knew he would be only too pleased to.
“Go on Mum, it would be well cool,” Suzie said.
“Well maybe,” I said. I wasn’t at all sure about this. The underwear was totally revealing, I’d just as well be naked. But I didn’t say no.
She didn’t say no, I noticed. I had to fly early the following morning. I’d be away a month. A business trip, trips that were becoming more and more regular. Promotion had its costs, as well as its benefits. The underwear had cost a fortune, but then quality always did.
“Oh and make sure they’re naughty Mike. You know the thing.” I said seeing how far I could push it.
“Yeah sure Dad, I know exactly what you mean.” Mike said.
I couldn’t believe my husband and son were discussing me as if I wasn’t even there.
“Wow, that’s ape,” Suzie said, excitedly.
“Oh I don’t know Dan, I mean its embarrassing, you know in front of Mike.”
“Nonsense, and anyway, he needs to try that camera out,” Dan said.
“Well ok,” I said weakly. I should have said no, he’s our son. I didn’t. I agreed.
“Great,” Dan said. Oh and Mike, get some topless shots, be as naughty as you want. Wow, I can’t wait, it’ll be the best present Steph.”
“Topless?” I said.
“Sure, its not as if he hasn’t seen you with your top off before, like when your by the pool.”
It was different. My husband was giving our son permission to take topless photo’s of me. Photos wearing almost nothing. And what did he mean, “naughty.”
“Yes I know he has………” I began.
“Great its agreed,” lets celebrate. Tomorrow I’ll be the other side of the world.”
I stood in the lounge. I was a bag of nerves. Why had I agreed to this, allowed myself to be manipulated. In front of me Mike fiddled with his camera, and his lighting setup.
“I didn’t know you had a lighting kit,” I said.
“I don’t Mum, I borrowed it from Baz.”
“Baz?” I asked.
“You don’t know him, I met him at art school. Ok you ready?” Mike asked.
I took a deep breath. I slipped my dressing gown off, and threw it over the back of a chair.
Mum stood there. Jesus fucking Christ, I thought. She was absolutely gorgeous. As for the underwear, fucking hot. I hid my face behind my camera. I looked through the lens. She stood there in front of the mantelpiece. She had silver sandals on, with a four inch heels. The bra had three quarter cups, and was struggling to contain her tits, and what tits. I’d seen them before, when she was sunbathing, but this was different. Her ruby red nipples hid behind a thin and transparent veil of silk and lace. The panties were equally transparent, a few twirls of lace, but it was all there to be seen. The lace veil couldn’t hide her pussy. Oh my God, she was totally smooth. I could see her pussy, her bald pussy. I felt my cock grow in my pants. Shit, my Mum had given me a hard on. I looked at her face, her red lips. Her blonde wavy hair falling onto her shoulders.
I needed to get a grip. Concentrate. Work. This was work. She was just another model, and not the first to be naked in front of my camera. Concentrate.
Click, click, click. Lights flashed. She photo shoot was under way.
The lights flashed, and I relaxed. I had been nervous, still was, but only a little.
I knew what I looked like, knew how much of me was on show, and on show to my son. I stood, I smiled, pouted into the lens.
“Can you stand with your hands on your hips, and look straight into the camera,” he directed.
“That’s it, great, now move your feet apart a little.”
I did as he said.
“Great, feet apart just a little more.”
As I told her to stand with her feet apart, I saw her lips part. The knickers didn’t hide anything. I zoomed in on her crotch. Fuck that was so hot. It got hotter when she moved them apart a little more.
“Ok lets have some with your back to the camera.”
She turned. Her arse was like two peaches, perfect. It was as if her panties weren’t there. My throat was dry.
“Look back over your shoulder at the camera, mmm, great.”
Click, click, click.
“Shall we try some with the bra off?” I asked.
I had been dreading this part, it was all well and good Dan saying Mike had already seen my breasts, which was true, but this was totally different. I bent my arms behind my back, and unclipped.
“Slowly,” he called.
Deliberately I undid my bra. He could already see my nipples through the transparent material. Could see my pussy, I knew that. But I had felt covered, now I felt naked. Then I realised my nipples were erect, not just erect, but rock hard. And with that I knew my pussy was wet. Oh fuck how did that happen. Why?
I held my bra by the strap, and dangled it over my shoulder, looking back at the camera. At Mike. At my son.
She looked fabulous, her calves toned, defined. The high heels had been Suzie’s idea. They looked sexy. She oozed sex appeal. Her body was slightly twisted, and what a body, toned. I could see the side of her boob, with its cherry erect. I zoomed in on it, on her nipple.
Click, click, click.
I had her alter her legs slightly, so the one closest to me was pushed back. I could see the front panel of her knickers again. I snapped away.
I moved her to the sofa, got into position, I changed the memory card. I could see she was no longer nervous. That had been replaced. She was excited. She was enjoying this. Dad had said to make it naughty. How naughty he hadn’t said. How naughty would she be?
I sat in the centre of the sofa. My arm held out along the back. I just wore my knickers and heels. My knees together. He was busy with his camera, then he started again, taking photographs of me. Of my breasts, of my hard nipples. I was turned on, and it frightened me.
“Open your legs a little, let the camera see your knickers,” he said.
Let the camera see your cunt he meant. Cunt, the thought of the word excited me. Cunt, he wants to see my cunt. He mustn’t, not like this, I was wet, my panties were see though before we started, now, oh my God. He’d know.
“I don’t think so Mike, isn’t this enough?” I asked.
“Come on Mum, its for Dad, and he did say he wanted naughty! Just a little.”
I felt my legs relax, and my knees parted. The camera clicked, and clicked some more.
“That’s great,” he said, now an arm around your tits, and pop a finger into your mouth.”
I did it.
“Open your legs a bit more, mmm, great!”
My legs were wide, well much wider than I’d intended. He had me alter my position, so I sat lengthwise on the sofa, my legs up, and thankfully crossed. I looked at the camera, and then dropped my gaze. Click, click. Then I saw the bulge in my sons trousers. And what a bulge. He had a raging hard on. An erection caused by me. The thought thrilled me, and I felt my pussy almost awash with my juices.
“Can you put your outside leg onto the floor, no, leave the other where it is.”
I tried to resist. Knew this was much too far. Knew too that this is what his father wanted. Naughty, very naughty.
I place my foot on the floor, I was wide open now, the only modesty I had were a pair of thin knickers. See through and wet. Click, click.
“Now angle your legs towards me, that’s right. Now I want you to lift your knees up, and slide your knickers down your legs.” Mike said.
“No Mike,” I at last managed to say the word. No. “I think that’s going a little too far, don’t you?”
“Mum, you’ve gone this far, and after all its what Dad wanted. And you are enjoying it, aren’t you!”
He was right, I was. I was enjoying showing my body off to the camera. To my son.
“Of course if you don’t want to continue………” his voice trailed away.
She was magnificent. Her breasts, her flat stomach. Her pussy hidden, but not hidden by those tiny, tiny see through panties. I could see she was wet, was amazed she was. I could see the wet patch she had left on the sofa from the previous position. She hesitated. If she took her panties off, then I knew she would spread her legs wide, reveal her self. Open her pussy, hold it open.
I watched, through the lens, as her knees came up, her hands went to the waist band of her panties. She pulled them down, down her long legs. The gusset stuck to her wet cunt. I snapped it with the camera. I pulled free. They were down as far as her knees.
“Hold them there,” I called. I moved position slightly. “Ok, now keep them there, but part your knees, as far as the elastic will let you.”
Her legs moved. She parted her knees. Her cunt was wet, her outer lips parted. I saw her inner labia, pink, and so wet. It made my mouth water.
My knickers were off, well they hung on my right ankle. My legs were wide now, Mike photographing me, as I lay like a slut. I knew I was open, my juices running down my thighs, trickling into my anus, before running down my thighs. What must he think of me, his mother.
“Now open your pussy, with you fingers,” he said.
I tried not to, I really did. I was so aroused. So turned on. I wanted something inside me. I looked at his tented trousers, his cock so hard. It looked big as it angled up towards his belt. I imagined it bursting out, hard and obscene. I imagined it at the entrance to my cunt, my love hole. My fingers moved. My hand was between my legs. I pulled my outer lips apart, I pulled them wide. He fucked me, fucked me with the camera. I knew he did. The lights flashed, as his camera caught every moment. As his slut mother spread her cunt like some common whore.
I sat in a bar. I sipped my wine. I didn’t taste it. I looked at my watch. Wendy was late, typical of her. I thought back to the hour or so before, as I lay back and fingered myself, while my son took pictures of me. Then he made me………made me? No he didn’t make me. I got onto my knees, so he could photograph my arse, my anus. I’d flexed my sphincter as he took those picture. Such a slut. Then fingered myself again. He was so close, he could smell my juices. I came then, on my knees. I came. He took pictures. He was so close. He could hear me moan. My juices flowed down my legs. I trembled.
My phone rang, making me jump. “Hi Wendy, I…………”
“Did you see her,” Mike asked.
“See her? God Mike, she was amazing. Her body, her breasts. Her pussy. Wow, she held it open for you.”
“I know, and then fingered herself!”
“And made herself come,” Suzie said to her brother. “Did you want to lick her Mike, did you want to lick Mummy’s pussy.”
“Mmmm,”
“You did. Do you want to fuck her Mike?”
“Yes.”
She wasn’t coming. “Fuck her,” I thought.
Then I thought again, thought of Mike. Of his cock. I felt my nipples harden, my pussy moist again. Then I remembered. We hadn’t been alone. Suzie had been there, hiding behind the door, then standing in front of it. Watching. Watching her mother debase herself. Her slut mother. And as she watched, her hands had been down the front of her knickers, her own fingers inside her own pussy.
“Hi, can I buy you a drink?” He asked.
He looked nice. Clean. Well dressed. A blue suit, and crisp white shirt. His finger nails manicured.
He put the drink in front of me. I drank it. He was interesting, interested in me. Another drink, then another.
I didn’t protest when he led me upstairs. I knew why he led me. Wanted it. I was still turned on, turned on by the thought, the sight of my sons cock, of what I’d imagined as I spread my legs.
His cock was hard, though not as big as how I imagined Mikes. He penetrated me, fucked me hard. I came, then came again. It wasn’t him that made me come, it was Mike, and the thought of him fucking me while his sister watched. I trembled, and my juices flowed. I clawed at him, as he sweated above me. Then he came, ejaculating inside me, his come so hot.
When I woke he was gone. I lay, my head on the pillow. I could have slept, stayed all night. I couldn’t. The k**s would worry. Worry where there slut mother had got to. I sat up. There was an envelope beside my purse. Stephanie written on it. I tore it open. Inside was a thousand pounds. I nearly burst out laughing. He thought I was a whore. And in a way I was. A wanton whore. A slut. Was I a good one I wondered. Good enough for Mike?
“Mum,” Suzie said. I looked around, Suzie was standing in the open bedroom door. She stood there wearing just a pair of knickers. Knickers that were pulled up tight against her pussy. She had a camel toe, I could see her pussy through the thin material. Could see she was shaven, could see a triangle of pubic hair above her clit. So alluring, so sexy. My throat was suddenly dry.
Like her, I just had my panties on, the ones I’d had on yesterday, yesterday when I’d fucked a stranger in a hotel.
She walked up to me. “Dad likes the photo’s,” she said.
I didn’t reply. She was close.
“You were great, so sexy.” She said.
“Sexy?” I said.
“Mmm, sexy. Sexy and so naughty. You were so turned on, your nipples so hard. Did you enjoy it, spreading your legs for Mikes camera?”
“No, I……….I did it for……….for Dad,” I said.
“At first you did, at the start. Your nipples were rock hard, like they are now, is just talking about it turning you on Mum……. is it!”
“No, no…………”
“Oh I think it is. Spreading your legs, opening your cunt, your oh so wet cunt, you loved it.”
“No, I mean………alright, yes, I loved it. Not at first, but yes it turned me on.”
“So turned on you fingered yourself, made yourself come as your son photographed you. You knew I was watching, did that turn you on?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, what must you think of me?” I said.
“That you are a slut of course, are you wet now?”
She reached out, and cupped my pussy before I could step back.
“You are, aren’t you, my God Mummy, your soaking.”
I watched as she raised her wet fingers to her mouth, she smelt them, smelt my aroma. Then she licked them, tasting me, tasting my juices. I almost came.
“You are a naughty little slut, aren’t you. You’ve been fucking Mummy, but who? Not Daddy, he’s on the other side of the world. So an affair? No…. I don’t think so….. you picked someone up. Did he make you come, or were you thinking of how hard Mikes cock was as you were fucked.”
I looked down. My eighteen year old daughter had seen right through me. She thought I was a cheap slut. She was right, and that turned me on even more than I already was.
I glanced at the money beside my bed. She didn’t miss a thing. She saw the money.
“Mummy darling, you were paid, umm, naughty Mummy. A slut and a whore.”
Her finger wormed it way inside my soiled panties. Ran it along my slit, my oh so wet slit. It almost penetrated me, she removed it, licked it, sucked it. She smiled.
“And he came inside you, naughty slut Mummy. Naughty, naughty.”
My nipples were so hard, my pussy so wet. I wanted her to slip her finger into me. Penetrate me. Finger me. I was breathless, my stomach in knots. My mind screamed “No!” My body told the lie.
“Come on,” she said suddenly, taking me unawares. “Daddy is on Skype, he wants to talk to you, now.”
“Hold on I’ll put a tee shirt on,” I told her.
“Oh no Mummy, Daddy will want to see your tits, your hard nipples. Now come on, do as your told, like a good little slut.”
“Slut, yes I was wasn’t I.” I thought.
“But Mike is down there, I can’t walk about in just my panties,” I said weakly.
“You can, and you will. We both will. Daddy likes tits doesn’t he. Or shall I tell him you fucked someone else!” Suzie said.
Mike was talking to his Dad, but moved over when we entered the room. His eyes lit up when he saw me and his sister. A bulge appearing in his trousers, as he saw us, dressed only in our knickers. My nipples were erect, as were Suzie’s. She was getting a kick out of this. Showing her bare breasts to her brother. I wondered if she’d done it before.
“Darling, those pictures were great just what I wanted, and so naughty. Fantastic. Thanks.”
“You liked them, sorry, I got carried away,” I said, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’ll say. They were great. I showed the guys, they loved them,” he said.
“Showed the guys? What guys. I thought they were just for you!” I almost shouted.
Deep down though I was thrilled. Thrilled. So wrong, so naughty. But excited.
“Anyway, Mike has agreed to do some more of you, you don’t mind do you, no of course you don‘t.” Dan continued. “He knows what we want, and I know you won’t disappoint.”
I was stunned. Stunned into silence. I should have said “fuck off, no.” I didn’t.
Suzie bent down beside me, flashing her breasts to her father. Her breasts, and hard nipples.
“Hi Daddy, Mummy is really looking forward to it. Can she be very, very naughty?” She asked.
“Suzie, its you that is being naughty. Yes, as naughty as she wants. The naughtier the better.”
“Oh good, naughty, very dirty Daddy.” She asked.
“Yes Suzie, very, very dirty, as dirty as she wants,” Dan said. “Suzie, get her to go as far as you, I mean, she wants…………….”
I was in a daze, I was more than a little stunned. I was also excited. Did I really want to do this. Instantly I knew the answer.
I relaxed, and sunk into the soft and comfortable upholstery of Wendy’s sofa. I sipped my wine. I’d spent the afternoon having my hair done, my waxing done. My finger nails done, my toe nails. Eyebrows plucked. The girl had found a few strays, so even my anus had been plucked. Fucking plucked.
I enjoyed Wendy’s company. I known her for ………well a long time. She worked at the University, was a councillor for the newbie’s, advised them on what courses they needed, student loans, and a million and one other things. Hell I’d even sent Mike around.
“He’s away for another month, so I’ve got the house to myself,” Wendy said, referring to her husband, an oil executive. “Wonderful.”
“Dan’s away as well, but at least I have the k**s for company.” I said.
As we chatted I realised I could see up her short skirt, could see her panties. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were red, with lace edging.
“What is the matter with me,” I thought. I fantasised about my son, about my daughter. I fucked a stranger in a hotel. Now my friend.
Steph had gone silent. She seemed in a world of her own. If I didn’t know better I’d think she was looking up my skirt.
“Steph!” I asked, “are you alright?”
“Sorry, what?” Steph replied, “sorry Wendy, its been a bit hectic since Dan flew out.”
“I said, is Suzie really not going to uni?”
“No Wendy, lets face it, its not for her,” Steph said.
“Well if she needs any advice, send her round,” I said.
“Send her round, and I might fuck her,” I thought. “She was very fuckable, just like her brother Mike. He still popped in every now and then. I once gave him a birthday present, a blow job, when he was……….sixteen, or was he a bit younger, not that it mattered. His cock was big. That first time he came staright away, now……well now he was a stayer.”
“Have you been in that new shoe shop…………….”
I closed the front door, and walked towards the kitchen. I looked into the lounge. Mike was there, laying on the corner settee. He wasn’t alone. His girlfriend was with him. Angie. Angie was giving head, her head bobbing up and down, as she sucked Mikes cock. She looked up, perhaps sensing I was there. She took her mouth away, revealing Mikes big cock, so hard. Wet from her mouth. My panties were instantly wet, as my juices flowed. She smiled at me, before returning to her task. I stood frozen to the spot, watching her, watching him, watching them. I dragged my eyes away, dragged myself away.
I opened the kitchen door, stood there, welcoming its coolness. I opened a bottle of mineral water, and took a gulp.
“Can I have one?” Angie asked, making me jump.
“Sorry?” I replied.
“Water, can I have one, please?” She asked again.
“Yes, yes of course you can.” I said, handing her a bottle.
“You didn’t have to rush in here, you can watch us if you want, would you like to?” Angie asked.
“I’m sorry I disturbed you,” I mumbled.
“I don’t think you are. Come and watch, you know you want to. He’s got a lovely prick.”
“I know,” I said, immediately regretting what I’d said.
“You’ve noticed, of course you have. Come on,” she said. She took my hand, and led me, as if in a dream.
“No Angie, I mustn’t,” I said. Said, but walked meekly behind her. My head screamed I shouldn’t, my feet did the walk.
She let go of my hand, peeled her tee shirt off and knelt back down. He was semi hard. That soon changed at her touch. Her mouth closed around Mikes cock, so hard, so perfect. She looked up at me, through her eyelashes, a cock in her mouth. Mikes cock. I couldn’t move, I was mesmerized.
“Why don’t you kneel down, you can see better,” she said, her voice like honey.
I knew I should leave, knew I should never have let her lead me in here. I didn’t leave. I knelt. Her eyes smiled, her lips formed a seal on that beautiful hard cock, moving, sucking. My mouth was dry. I licked my lips.
She took her mouth away. “Want some?” She asked.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to say no. I wanted to, wanted to so badly.
She turned back to her task, licking the length, her tongue around the glands, the head. Oooo the big purple head. She offered it to me again, I was so, so tempted. I resisted, but she took my hand, placing it around the shaft, then her hand over mine, she stroked it, moving my hand up and down. Down and up. I felt the thickness, the veins. The strength. Her other hand, behind my head, pushing me down. No, not pushing, guiding. I wasn’t being forced. I wanted to. Needed to. My lips touched the tip. My closed lips.
“Open your mouth Steph, you know you want too. Mike wants you too.” Her voice was like velvet, seductive.
I looked up the length of Mikes naked body, he was so toned. His head nodded imperceptibly.
I looked back, his cock was in my hand, only mine, Angie had taken hers away. I touched it with my tongue, just a little touch. Then I licked it, tasted it. Tasted her? I wasn’t sure. I could control myself no longer, my mouth opened, and his cock was in my mouth. So naughty, so dirty, so wrong.
I felt hands on my breasts, Angie’s hands, unbuttoning, un clipping. I didn’t stop her, didn’t stop sucking Mikes cock. My skirt was hiked up, her hands running over the top of my panties. My wet panties. I took as much of his length that I was able, I choked, drooled. Her fingers pulled my knickers to one side, a finger inside me, a thumb on my clit, I was coming, oooo yes, oh yesssssssssss. I took my mouth away, “fucking hell, yes, yes.” I came, and then realised what I was doing. The spell was broken. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t have his cock in my hand, in my mouth. I stood up, “sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, then ran from the room, up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door closed.
“Don’t be silly, look here’s your’s.” Dan said.
I gave my husband a hug, pressing myself against his chest, and felt the predictable reaction in his crotch.
“Come on Mum, open yours,” Suzie yelled.
I broke away, reluctantly. Then I opened the parcel. He stood there smiling. As I opened it, so our son, Mike snapped away with his new camera. It was underwear of course. But this year, he’d out done himself, and then some.
“Wow,” I managed to say. “Wow.”
They were silk, and designer. The soft filmy material was incredible, so fine. He’d even got the size right. I put my arms around his neck, and kissed him, and even though both the k**s were there, I slipped my tongue into his mouth.
Click, click, click. Mike snapped away. His new Nikon DSLR capturing our moment. His new camera, he’d only had it an hour, and already it was a permanent feature on his face. But then, the previous camera had been as well.
“As your pressie for me isn’t going to arrive, until after I fly, you’re going to have provide an alternative!” Dan said.
“Dan! Not in front of the k**s,” I whispered.
“Now what I’d like, are photo’s of you wearing these,” he said smiling. “And Mike can take them, then email me them!”
“Oh come off it,” I said.
“No I mean it, you don’t mind do you Mike, take a few piccies of your Mum.”
Mike smiled, and I knew he would be only too pleased to.
“Go on Mum, it would be well cool,” Suzie said.
“Well maybe,” I said. I wasn’t at all sure about this. The underwear was totally revealing, I’d just as well be naked. But I didn’t say no.
She didn’t say no, I noticed. I had to fly early the following morning. I’d be away a month. A business trip, trips that were becoming more and more regular. Promotion had its costs, as well as its benefits. The underwear had cost a fortune, but then quality always did.
“Oh and make sure they’re naughty Mike. You know the thing.” I said seeing how far I could push it.
“Yeah sure Dad, I know exactly what you mean.” Mike said.
I couldn’t believe my husband and son were discussing me as if I wasn’t even there.
“Wow, that’s ape,” Suzie said, excitedly.
“Oh I don’t know Dan, I mean its embarrassing, you know in front of Mike.”
“Nonsense, and anyway, he needs to try that camera out,” Dan said.
“Well ok,” I said weakly. I should have said no, he’s our son. I didn’t. I agreed.
“Great,” Dan said. Oh and Mike, get some topless shots, be as naughty as you want. Wow, I can’t wait, it’ll be the best present Steph.”
“Topless?” I said.
“Sure, its not as if he hasn’t seen you with your top off before, like when your by the pool.”
It was different. My husband was giving our son permission to take topless photo’s of me. Photos wearing almost nothing. And what did he mean, “naughty.”
“Yes I know he has………” I began.
“Great its agreed,” lets celebrate. Tomorrow I’ll be the other side of the world.”
I stood in the lounge. I was a bag of nerves. Why had I agreed to this, allowed myself to be manipulated. In front of me Mike fiddled with his camera, and his lighting setup.
“I didn’t know you had a lighting kit,” I said.
“I don’t Mum, I borrowed it from Baz.”
“Baz?” I asked.
“You don’t know him, I met him at art school. Ok you ready?” Mike asked.
I took a deep breath. I slipped my dressing gown off, and threw it over the back of a chair.
Mum stood there. Jesus fucking Christ, I thought. She was absolutely gorgeous. As for the underwear, fucking hot. I hid my face behind my camera. I looked through the lens. She stood there in front of the mantelpiece. She had silver sandals on, with a four inch heels. The bra had three quarter cups, and was struggling to contain her tits, and what tits. I’d seen them before, when she was sunbathing, but this was different. Her ruby red nipples hid behind a thin and transparent veil of silk and lace. The panties were equally transparent, a few twirls of lace, but it was all there to be seen. The lace veil couldn’t hide her pussy. Oh my God, she was totally smooth. I could see her pussy, her bald pussy. I felt my cock grow in my pants. Shit, my Mum had given me a hard on. I looked at her face, her red lips. Her blonde wavy hair falling onto her shoulders.
I needed to get a grip. Concentrate. Work. This was work. She was just another model, and not the first to be naked in front of my camera. Concentrate.
Click, click, click. Lights flashed. She photo shoot was under way.
The lights flashed, and I relaxed. I had been nervous, still was, but only a little.
I knew what I looked like, knew how much of me was on show, and on show to my son. I stood, I smiled, pouted into the lens.
“Can you stand with your hands on your hips, and look straight into the camera,” he directed.
“That’s it, great, now move your feet apart a little.”
I did as he said.
“Great, feet apart just a little more.”
As I told her to stand with her feet apart, I saw her lips part. The knickers didn’t hide anything. I zoomed in on her crotch. Fuck that was so hot. It got hotter when she moved them apart a little more.
“Ok lets have some with your back to the camera.”
She turned. Her arse was like two peaches, perfect. It was as if her panties weren’t there. My throat was dry.
“Look back over your shoulder at the camera, mmm, great.”
Click, click, click.
“Shall we try some with the bra off?” I asked.
I had been dreading this part, it was all well and good Dan saying Mike had already seen my breasts, which was true, but this was totally different. I bent my arms behind my back, and unclipped.
“Slowly,” he called.
Deliberately I undid my bra. He could already see my nipples through the transparent material. Could see my pussy, I knew that. But I had felt covered, now I felt naked. Then I realised my nipples were erect, not just erect, but rock hard. And with that I knew my pussy was wet. Oh fuck how did that happen. Why?
I held my bra by the strap, and dangled it over my shoulder, looking back at the camera. At Mike. At my son.
She looked fabulous, her calves toned, defined. The high heels had been Suzie’s idea. They looked sexy. She oozed sex appeal. Her body was slightly twisted, and what a body, toned. I could see the side of her boob, with its cherry erect. I zoomed in on it, on her nipple.
Click, click, click.
I had her alter her legs slightly, so the one closest to me was pushed back. I could see the front panel of her knickers again. I snapped away.
I moved her to the sofa, got into position, I changed the memory card. I could see she was no longer nervous. That had been replaced. She was excited. She was enjoying this. Dad had said to make it naughty. How naughty he hadn’t said. How naughty would she be?
I sat in the centre of the sofa. My arm held out along the back. I just wore my knickers and heels. My knees together. He was busy with his camera, then he started again, taking photographs of me. Of my breasts, of my hard nipples. I was turned on, and it frightened me.
“Open your legs a little, let the camera see your knickers,” he said.
Let the camera see your cunt he meant. Cunt, the thought of the word excited me. Cunt, he wants to see my cunt. He mustn’t, not like this, I was wet, my panties were see though before we started, now, oh my God. He’d know.
“I don’t think so Mike, isn’t this enough?” I asked.
“Come on Mum, its for Dad, and he did say he wanted naughty! Just a little.”
I felt my legs relax, and my knees parted. The camera clicked, and clicked some more.
“That’s great,” he said, now an arm around your tits, and pop a finger into your mouth.”
I did it.
“Open your legs a bit more, mmm, great!”
My legs were wide, well much wider than I’d intended. He had me alter my position, so I sat lengthwise on the sofa, my legs up, and thankfully crossed. I looked at the camera, and then dropped my gaze. Click, click. Then I saw the bulge in my sons trousers. And what a bulge. He had a raging hard on. An erection caused by me. The thought thrilled me, and I felt my pussy almost awash with my juices.
“Can you put your outside leg onto the floor, no, leave the other where it is.”
I tried to resist. Knew this was much too far. Knew too that this is what his father wanted. Naughty, very naughty.
I place my foot on the floor, I was wide open now, the only modesty I had were a pair of thin knickers. See through and wet. Click, click.
“Now angle your legs towards me, that’s right. Now I want you to lift your knees up, and slide your knickers down your legs.” Mike said.
“No Mike,” I at last managed to say the word. No. “I think that’s going a little too far, don’t you?”
“Mum, you’ve gone this far, and after all its what Dad wanted. And you are enjoying it, aren’t you!”
He was right, I was. I was enjoying showing my body off to the camera. To my son.
“Of course if you don’t want to continue………” his voice trailed away.
She was magnificent. Her breasts, her flat stomach. Her pussy hidden, but not hidden by those tiny, tiny see through panties. I could see she was wet, was amazed she was. I could see the wet patch she had left on the sofa from the previous position. She hesitated. If she took her panties off, then I knew she would spread her legs wide, reveal her self. Open her pussy, hold it open.
I watched, through the lens, as her knees came up, her hands went to the waist band of her panties. She pulled them down, down her long legs. The gusset stuck to her wet cunt. I snapped it with the camera. I pulled free. They were down as far as her knees.
“Hold them there,” I called. I moved position slightly. “Ok, now keep them there, but part your knees, as far as the elastic will let you.”
Her legs moved. She parted her knees. Her cunt was wet, her outer lips parted. I saw her inner labia, pink, and so wet. It made my mouth water.
My knickers were off, well they hung on my right ankle. My legs were wide now, Mike photographing me, as I lay like a slut. I knew I was open, my juices running down my thighs, trickling into my anus, before running down my thighs. What must he think of me, his mother.
“Now open your pussy, with you fingers,” he said.
I tried not to, I really did. I was so aroused. So turned on. I wanted something inside me. I looked at his tented trousers, his cock so hard. It looked big as it angled up towards his belt. I imagined it bursting out, hard and obscene. I imagined it at the entrance to my cunt, my love hole. My fingers moved. My hand was between my legs. I pulled my outer lips apart, I pulled them wide. He fucked me, fucked me with the camera. I knew he did. The lights flashed, as his camera caught every moment. As his slut mother spread her cunt like some common whore.
I sat in a bar. I sipped my wine. I didn’t taste it. I looked at my watch. Wendy was late, typical of her. I thought back to the hour or so before, as I lay back and fingered myself, while my son took pictures of me. Then he made me………made me? No he didn’t make me. I got onto my knees, so he could photograph my arse, my anus. I’d flexed my sphincter as he took those picture. Such a slut. Then fingered myself again. He was so close, he could smell my juices. I came then, on my knees. I came. He took pictures. He was so close. He could hear me moan. My juices flowed down my legs. I trembled.
My phone rang, making me jump. “Hi Wendy, I…………”
“Did you see her,” Mike asked.
“See her? God Mike, she was amazing. Her body, her breasts. Her pussy. Wow, she held it open for you.”
“I know, and then fingered herself!”
“And made herself come,” Suzie said to her brother. “Did you want to lick her Mike, did you want to lick Mummy’s pussy.”
“Mmmm,”
“You did. Do you want to fuck her Mike?”
“Yes.”
She wasn’t coming. “Fuck her,” I thought.
Then I thought again, thought of Mike. Of his cock. I felt my nipples harden, my pussy moist again. Then I remembered. We hadn’t been alone. Suzie had been there, hiding behind the door, then standing in front of it. Watching. Watching her mother debase herself. Her slut mother. And as she watched, her hands had been down the front of her knickers, her own fingers inside her own pussy.
“Hi, can I buy you a drink?” He asked.
He looked nice. Clean. Well dressed. A blue suit, and crisp white shirt. His finger nails manicured.
He put the drink in front of me. I drank it. He was interesting, interested in me. Another drink, then another.
I didn’t protest when he led me upstairs. I knew why he led me. Wanted it. I was still turned on, turned on by the thought, the sight of my sons cock, of what I’d imagined as I spread my legs.
His cock was hard, though not as big as how I imagined Mikes. He penetrated me, fucked me hard. I came, then came again. It wasn’t him that made me come, it was Mike, and the thought of him fucking me while his sister watched. I trembled, and my juices flowed. I clawed at him, as he sweated above me. Then he came, ejaculating inside me, his come so hot.
When I woke he was gone. I lay, my head on the pillow. I could have slept, stayed all night. I couldn’t. The k**s would worry. Worry where there slut mother had got to. I sat up. There was an envelope beside my purse. Stephanie written on it. I tore it open. Inside was a thousand pounds. I nearly burst out laughing. He thought I was a whore. And in a way I was. A wanton whore. A slut. Was I a good one I wondered. Good enough for Mike?
“Mum,” Suzie said. I looked around, Suzie was standing in the open bedroom door. She stood there wearing just a pair of knickers. Knickers that were pulled up tight against her pussy. She had a camel toe, I could see her pussy through the thin material. Could see she was shaven, could see a triangle of pubic hair above her clit. So alluring, so sexy. My throat was suddenly dry.
Like her, I just had my panties on, the ones I’d had on yesterday, yesterday when I’d fucked a stranger in a hotel.
She walked up to me. “Dad likes the photo’s,” she said.
I didn’t reply. She was close.
“You were great, so sexy.” She said.
“Sexy?” I said.
“Mmm, sexy. Sexy and so naughty. You were so turned on, your nipples so hard. Did you enjoy it, spreading your legs for Mikes camera?”
“No, I……….I did it for……….for Dad,” I said.
“At first you did, at the start. Your nipples were rock hard, like they are now, is just talking about it turning you on Mum……. is it!”
“No, no…………”
“Oh I think it is. Spreading your legs, opening your cunt, your oh so wet cunt, you loved it.”
“No, I mean………alright, yes, I loved it. Not at first, but yes it turned me on.”
“So turned on you fingered yourself, made yourself come as your son photographed you. You knew I was watching, did that turn you on?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, what must you think of me?” I said.
“That you are a slut of course, are you wet now?”
She reached out, and cupped my pussy before I could step back.
“You are, aren’t you, my God Mummy, your soaking.”
I watched as she raised her wet fingers to her mouth, she smelt them, smelt my aroma. Then she licked them, tasting me, tasting my juices. I almost came.
“You are a naughty little slut, aren’t you. You’ve been fucking Mummy, but who? Not Daddy, he’s on the other side of the world. So an affair? No…. I don’t think so….. you picked someone up. Did he make you come, or were you thinking of how hard Mikes cock was as you were fucked.”
I looked down. My eighteen year old daughter had seen right through me. She thought I was a cheap slut. She was right, and that turned me on even more than I already was.
I glanced at the money beside my bed. She didn’t miss a thing. She saw the money.
“Mummy darling, you were paid, umm, naughty Mummy. A slut and a whore.”
Her finger wormed it way inside my soiled panties. Ran it along my slit, my oh so wet slit. It almost penetrated me, she removed it, licked it, sucked it. She smiled.
“And he came inside you, naughty slut Mummy. Naughty, naughty.”
My nipples were so hard, my pussy so wet. I wanted her to slip her finger into me. Penetrate me. Finger me. I was breathless, my stomach in knots. My mind screamed “No!” My body told the lie.
“Come on,” she said suddenly, taking me unawares. “Daddy is on Skype, he wants to talk to you, now.”
“Hold on I’ll put a tee shirt on,” I told her.
“Oh no Mummy, Daddy will want to see your tits, your hard nipples. Now come on, do as your told, like a good little slut.”
“Slut, yes I was wasn’t I.” I thought.
“But Mike is down there, I can’t walk about in just my panties,” I said weakly.
“You can, and you will. We both will. Daddy likes tits doesn’t he. Or shall I tell him you fucked someone else!” Suzie said.
Mike was talking to his Dad, but moved over when we entered the room. His eyes lit up when he saw me and his sister. A bulge appearing in his trousers, as he saw us, dressed only in our knickers. My nipples were erect, as were Suzie’s. She was getting a kick out of this. Showing her bare breasts to her brother. I wondered if she’d done it before.
“Darling, those pictures were great just what I wanted, and so naughty. Fantastic. Thanks.”
“You liked them, sorry, I got carried away,” I said, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’ll say. They were great. I showed the guys, they loved them,” he said.
“Showed the guys? What guys. I thought they were just for you!” I almost shouted.
Deep down though I was thrilled. Thrilled. So wrong, so naughty. But excited.
“Anyway, Mike has agreed to do some more of you, you don’t mind do you, no of course you don‘t.” Dan continued. “He knows what we want, and I know you won’t disappoint.”
I was stunned. Stunned into silence. I should have said “fuck off, no.” I didn’t.
Suzie bent down beside me, flashing her breasts to her father. Her breasts, and hard nipples.
“Hi Daddy, Mummy is really looking forward to it. Can she be very, very naughty?” She asked.
“Suzie, its you that is being naughty. Yes, as naughty as she wants. The naughtier the better.”
“Oh good, naughty, very dirty Daddy.” She asked.
“Yes Suzie, very, very dirty, as dirty as she wants,” Dan said. “Suzie, get her to go as far as you, I mean, she wants…………….”
I was in a daze, I was more than a little stunned. I was also excited. Did I really want to do this. Instantly I knew the answer.
I relaxed, and sunk into the soft and comfortable upholstery of Wendy’s sofa. I sipped my wine. I’d spent the afternoon having my hair done, my waxing done. My finger nails done, my toe nails. Eyebrows plucked. The girl had found a few strays, so even my anus had been plucked. Fucking plucked.
I enjoyed Wendy’s company. I known her for ………well a long time. She worked at the University, was a councillor for the newbie’s, advised them on what courses they needed, student loans, and a million and one other things. Hell I’d even sent Mike around.
“He’s away for another month, so I’ve got the house to myself,” Wendy said, referring to her husband, an oil executive. “Wonderful.”
“Dan’s away as well, but at least I have the k**s for company.” I said.
As we chatted I realised I could see up her short skirt, could see her panties. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were red, with lace edging.
“What is the matter with me,” I thought. I fantasised about my son, about my daughter. I fucked a stranger in a hotel. Now my friend.
Steph had gone silent. She seemed in a world of her own. If I didn’t know better I’d think she was looking up my skirt.
“Steph!” I asked, “are you alright?”
“Sorry, what?” Steph replied, “sorry Wendy, its been a bit hectic since Dan flew out.”
“I said, is Suzie really not going to uni?”
“No Wendy, lets face it, its not for her,” Steph said.
“Well if she needs any advice, send her round,” I said.
“Send her round, and I might fuck her,” I thought. “She was very fuckable, just like her brother Mike. He still popped in every now and then. I once gave him a birthday present, a blow job, when he was……….sixteen, or was he a bit younger, not that it mattered. His cock was big. That first time he came staright away, now……well now he was a stayer.”
“Have you been in that new shoe shop…………….”
I closed the front door, and walked towards the kitchen. I looked into the lounge. Mike was there, laying on the corner settee. He wasn’t alone. His girlfriend was with him. Angie. Angie was giving head, her head bobbing up and down, as she sucked Mikes cock. She looked up, perhaps sensing I was there. She took her mouth away, revealing Mikes big cock, so hard. Wet from her mouth. My panties were instantly wet, as my juices flowed. She smiled at me, before returning to her task. I stood frozen to the spot, watching her, watching him, watching them. I dragged my eyes away, dragged myself away.
I opened the kitchen door, stood there, welcoming its coolness. I opened a bottle of mineral water, and took a gulp.
“Can I have one?” Angie asked, making me jump.
“Sorry?” I replied.
“Water, can I have one, please?” She asked again.
“Yes, yes of course you can.” I said, handing her a bottle.
“You didn’t have to rush in here, you can watch us if you want, would you like to?” Angie asked.
“I’m sorry I disturbed you,” I mumbled.
“I don’t think you are. Come and watch, you know you want to. He’s got a lovely prick.”
“I know,” I said, immediately regretting what I’d said.
“You’ve noticed, of course you have. Come on,” she said. She took my hand, and led me, as if in a dream.
“No Angie, I mustn’t,” I said. Said, but walked meekly behind her. My head screamed I shouldn’t, my feet did the walk.
She let go of my hand, peeled her tee shirt off and knelt back down. He was semi hard. That soon changed at her touch. Her mouth closed around Mikes cock, so hard, so perfect. She looked up at me, through her eyelashes, a cock in her mouth. Mikes cock. I couldn’t move, I was mesmerized.
“Why don’t you kneel down, you can see better,” she said, her voice like honey.
I knew I should leave, knew I should never have let her lead me in here. I didn’t leave. I knelt. Her eyes smiled, her lips formed a seal on that beautiful hard cock, moving, sucking. My mouth was dry. I licked my lips.
She took her mouth away. “Want some?” She asked.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to say no. I wanted to, wanted to so badly.
She turned back to her task, licking the length, her tongue around the glands, the head. Oooo the big purple head. She offered it to me again, I was so, so tempted. I resisted, but she took my hand, placing it around the shaft, then her hand over mine, she stroked it, moving my hand up and down. Down and up. I felt the thickness, the veins. The strength. Her other hand, behind my head, pushing me down. No, not pushing, guiding. I wasn’t being forced. I wanted to. Needed to. My lips touched the tip. My closed lips.
“Open your mouth Steph, you know you want too. Mike wants you too.” Her voice was like velvet, seductive.
I looked up the length of Mikes naked body, he was so toned. His head nodded imperceptibly.
I looked back, his cock was in my hand, only mine, Angie had taken hers away. I touched it with my tongue, just a little touch. Then I licked it, tasted it. Tasted her? I wasn’t sure. I could control myself no longer, my mouth opened, and his cock was in my mouth. So naughty, so dirty, so wrong.
I felt hands on my breasts, Angie’s hands, unbuttoning, un clipping. I didn’t stop her, didn’t stop sucking Mikes cock. My skirt was hiked up, her hands running over the top of my panties. My wet panties. I took as much of his length that I was able, I choked, drooled. Her fingers pulled my knickers to one side, a finger inside me, a thumb on my clit, I was coming, oooo yes, oh yesssssssssss. I took my mouth away, “fucking hell, yes, yes.” I came, and then realised what I was doing. The spell was broken. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t have his cock in my hand, in my mouth. I stood up, “sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, then ran from the room, up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door closed.
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