Erotic story leads to erotic encounters, I shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortably watching as my sister, Shelly read. She kept shaking her head and occasionally grunting in disgust. I resisted the urge to question her, to defend my statements as she made her way through the pages. Finally she finished the last page and slid the pile of papers back to me.
“Well,” I said, trying to read her expression.
She stared at me for a moment, her face unreadable. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table. It was unbearable and I finally broke.
“Come on, sis!” I said, placing my hands on the table and leaning toward her. “What do you think?”
“Well, uhm…” she started, her face finally showing some reaction. “The grammar is pretty good, and the punctuation should pass, but …”
“But what? This is half my grade, and if I don’t pass Mom will kill me!”
“She’d probably kill you if she read this paper.”
“Yeah, well that’s why I asked you to read it.”
“Gee, thanks. Just what I wanted to do, get a glimpse of your perverted mind. You could have warned me.”
“It’s not perverted, it’s erotic fiction!” I replied, only half believing it myself.
“Yeah try that argument on her and see how far it goes! Now explain to me again how this paper is supposed to go. I mean so far it just seems like fantasy writings of a pervert infatuated with his mom.”
I took a deep breath, trying not to get angry. I had worked hard on this paper, and I needed it to be great. Anything less and I’d probably fail the class. And I only had until Monday, just three days, until it was due.
“Okay! Professor Jones is on this erotic fiction kick. Apparently some of the first novels ever written were erotica. She posted a list of topics. Trust me, this was the tamest. I have to write a story and include all the problems that make it so taboo. Then I’m supposed to analyze them and show how the characters overcome the problems.”
I held out the paper with the list of topics on it. She grabbed it and looked it over, her face turning crimson as she read. She handed the paper back, then made as if to wipe her hands on her jeans.
“This professor is one sick individual. Remind me to never take any of his courses.” Shelly said, a hint of sympathy in her voice.
“It’s a she, and you’re right. She is sick. Mom said the same thing when I told her what I had to write about.” I replied.
“Wait a minute. You actually told mom you were writing a story about incest?” Shelly said, staring at me wide eyed.
“Well, uhm, I just said it was erotic fiction. She called such stories nothing but rubbish, and threatened to call the school. I didn’t dare tell her the details. She would have blown a gasket.”
“Well, you’ve got the description down, in every pornographic, if unbelievable detail” She said, turning her attention back to the paper,” but I don’t see you addressing the problems, much less analyzing how they overcome them.”
“It isn’t a term paper. The problems have to be integral to the story. That’s where I’m having the problem, showing how the difficulties present themselves, and what do you mean unbelievable?” I said, almost shouting.
“Well, let’s start with this.” She said turning to the third page.
“Susan tried not to stare at Jeff’s cock as he pissed, the heavy stream of urine splashing against the frozen ground causing steam to wisp up into the chill air. The mere sight of his cock sending shivers through her body.”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Come on! First of all, he’s taking a piss. Nothing exciting there, and he’s her son. Hell, she’s probably seen his dick a thousand times and there’s no way seeing it should have that sort of an effect.”
“Yeah, well maybe, but some women …” He knew she was right, but wasn’t about to give up.
“Some women, right, freaks or those that only exist in the juvenile minds of horny guys.”
“Maybe I should have him jacking off.”
“Oh, so much better.” The sarcasm in her voice was obvious. “Could you imagine mom walking in on you while you were doing that?”
I blushed. The simple fact was that I had.
“So, how do I fix it?” I said, hoping she hadn’t notice.
“It’s the whole concept, David. I mean, she’s not going to get turned on seeing him. I don’t know. Maybe, maybe turn it around. Let her be the one who’s peeing, and him catching a glimpse of her. You have to start showing the problems from the start. Make the forbidden nature of it an integral part of the story.”
“And how’s that supposed to work?”
“Well, it’s simple really. The sight of a pussy always turns a guy on, and the forbiddenness of her son watching her. It takes the blame off her, you see. No guilt, no crossing the border on her part.”
“But wouldn’t she just yell at him.”
“Probably, but it would set the seed. Let him watch for a minute before she notices.”
“I got it, and maybe he could he holding his cock.”
“Slow down fella, things like this take time.” she replied almost laughing.
I looked at her quizzically as I rewrote the whole scene in my head. The words flowed and the images moved. God, it would be hot.
“This has to build slowly. No cock, maybe she notices his bulge through his trousers, but that’s it. Push things too quick and you either lose credibility for the story, or you chase the mother away.”
“Now here, the shower scene.” she continued, flipping to the next page.
“No way does she just walk into the shower with him.”
“Got it.” I replied, as the whole flow of the story reshaped. “How about she’s in the shower, and he’s spying on her. Maybe she notices, but isn’t sure. Just a feeling of being watched.”
“Now you got the idea. Slow things down. This is the ultimate seduction; remember you’re trying to get a woman to commit the most taboo of acts. She’ll be riddled with guilt and conflicting emotions. This won’t be easy for her.”
I sat down across the table from her, hoping she wouldn’t notice my growing erection. From the look on her face, I knew I was too late.
“God, David.” she said, her face turning red.
I tried my best to look confused but she saw through it.
“You’re not really thinking, I mean you don’t think …”
“Don’t be an idiot!” I replied perhaps a bit too intensely.
“You are! You sick bastard, you’re actually thinking about mom!”
“It’s not like that.” I replied, my face flush with embarrassment. “Okay, so maybe I imagine mom, but I’d never even consider trying it.”
“Good thing, ’cause she’d kill you.”
I grabbed the pile of pages and went to stand up.
“Wait!” Shelly said, reaching out and grabbing my wrist. “I said I’d help and I will. It’s just, well …”
“I know.” I replied, not daring to look up.
“Now, where were we?” She rifled through the pages as I sat staring at the table.
“Right, the shower scene. Now, you let things stew. Give it a day or two. Maybe some casual contact, he brushes against her, or a hug that’s just a bit lingering. Get her mind swirling, let the conflict build. This whole thing has to seem credible, like it might actually happen, right?”
“Got it.” I said, grabbing the page and scribbling some notes on the edge.
“By now, he should be hot as hell. I mean walking around with an almost constant hard on, and lots of lingering gazes. Oh, and he should be taking every opportunity to do things for her; anything that gives him an excuse to be around her.”
“Right, like maybe she comes home from a long day at work and he offers a massage.”
“Here we go again.” Shelly said, dropping the papers. “If he shows anything like aggression he’ll blow it. She’s the mother, she’s in control. Until she relinquishes control, he has to stay passive.”
“Okay, I think I got this.” I said, grabbing up the papers.
“Oh no you don’t.” Shelly replied, folding her hands across her chest. Something she always did when she wanted to look superior. It also managed to make her tits look bigger. Something I tried not to stare at.
“What now?” I said, the frustration getting the better of me.
“Look, the buildup should be fine now, as long as you take your time, but the actual sex scene. I mean, come on! Has Tina ever screamed like that when you guys are having sex?”
Her reference to my girlfriend took me off guard, and she must have quickly recognized the frustration in my expression.
“Wait a minute! You mean you guys haven’t? Are you serious?”
I just stared at the table. The embarrassment was overwhelming. “I just haven’t, well I uhm. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, we broke up last Friday.”
“Uhm, sorry. I didn’t know. What about your last girlfriend, what was her name, Cindy?”
I just shook my head, my face turning bright red.
“Fine, then whoever you’ve been with, have any of them ever screamed like that?”
I continued staring at the table. I wasn’t sure how this had ended up as a discussion of my own sexual experience, and I wasn’t happy about it.
“Look!” I said, finally raising my head to look at her.
“No way!” she cried out, her words making me flinch. “You haven’t, not with anyone?”
I couldn’t say it. I just nodded as I fought back my emotions.
“It’s all starting to make sense now.” she said, her voice taking on a much softer tone. “Look David. It’s no big deal. IT will happen soon enough.”
I just nodded, filled with embarrassment.
“Now,” she began, as she placed a hand over mine, “Anyone who thinks telling a woman “Suck that cock you bitch!” is going to do anything but put an end to the sex, they are wrong. In fact, if you’re going to write a sex scene, there should be almost no talking. Spend your time exploring the characters emotions, what they are feeling deep within themselves. He might want to tell her to suck his cock, but he better not say it, at least not that way. And the same goes for her.”
“Okay, so no talking.” I replied, the warmth of her hand on my arm starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
“Maybe a little bit.” she replied, her other hand moving over to grasp my hand. “But keep it short, a few gasps, maybe a Yes here or there, but give it lots of mental embellishment. Talk about what they’re feeling.”
“Are you alright?” she asked, her fingers reaching up to brush my cheek.
It was like electricity shooting through me, and I jumped at her touch. I looked up at her, trying not to let my emotions show in my face.
“Now, you think you got this?” she said softly, her fingers still lingering on my cheek.
I just nodded as she slid the pages in front of me and stood up.
“Okay, let’s hear it. Tell me how you are going to do the sex scene. It’s easier to say it, and then rewrite it. Saying it out loud lets you see the stumbling points.”
I stared at her as she leaned back, crossing her arms under her breasts. I tried to imagine what those perfect globes of womanhood must look like.
“David, you still with me?”
“Uhm, yeah. I just …”
“Okay, here goes. Uhm… Her whole body shivered as he touched her, the contact was electric. She wanted to stop him, to stop the madness. He was just a kid, her kid! The feeling wasn’t real for him, just a youthful fascination. For her it would be more, so much more. She stared into his eyes, afraid, afraid if she looked away, if she did anything to interrupt, he might flee.”
I paused to look at her, trying to gauge her reaction. I was pleased to see her smile. Encouraged, I continued.
“His fingers struggled with her bra, fumbling with the clasp. She wanted to help, to flip the bra open, to release herself to him. His frustration was clear on his face. She started to move her hand up, to assist him and suddenly he got it. The clasp sprung open, and the cups fell away. The look on his face was priceless, reminding her of the first time he rode his bike.”
“I love that.” Shelly said, “You are painting a vivid picture.”
Shelly’s encouragement gave me courage and the words began tumbling out, faster than I could have written them.
“She watched him as his head turned downward, taking in her nakedness. She was shaking all over, out of sheer excitement or nervousness she wasn’t sure. She wanted desperately for him to like what he saw, to not be disappointed. She tried to read the expression on his face as he eyed her naked breasts. His hand reached out, trembling, as if what lay before him might disappear at any moment, flee like a rabbit frightened by sudden movement. In truth she felt that way, her own body trembling. She fought back the panic rising inside her, the burning desire that threatened to consume her.”
“That’s enough!” Shelly said, her own face turning crimson. “I think you have the idea.”
“You sure?” I said, trying not to stare at her breasts, which seemed to have grown as I spoke.
“No, uh, you got it.” she said, standing up.
She let out a soft sigh, as she stepped back.
“I want to read it again when you’re done.” she said before turning and walking away.
I couldn’t help but stare at her backside as she walked out of the room. For the briefest of moments I considered changing the female character to a sister, but I realized that might be going too far.
I had been in my bedroom hard at work on the rewrite of my paper. I had stripped down to just my under shorts in an attempt to get comfortable, every paragraph causing my rigid cock to strain against the fabric. A knock on my door made me jump.
“David.” my sister cracked the door open and stuck her head in.
“Dammit, Shelly. Why don’t you knock!” I shouted scrambling to cover the tent in my shorts.
“I did knock.” she replied, a mischievous look on her face.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m taking a shower, so don’t use the bathroom.”
“Whatever!” I shouted reaching over and grabbing my pillow, which I immediately flung at her.
She pulled the door closed quickly, and I heard her rush down the hall. Picking up the pillow, I sat back down on my bed and tried to resume working on my paper.
I was in the middle of the shower scene, and suddenly it hit me. There was no reason for Shelly to let me know she was taking a shower, because the bathroom door had a lock. All she had to do was lock the door.
“That’s ridiculous!” I said out loud, as my mind went in a completely different direction.
Before I had a chance to reconsider, I was slowly walking down the hallway toward the bathroom door. Even before I reached it, I could see that the door hung open just a couple inches. Not enough to peek in, but enough to listen. The sound of water streaming out of the shower reached my ears as I walked up to the door.
I moved close, afraid that even my own breath might give me away. I stood as still as I could, straining to hear. At first, only the sound of the water came to my ears, and I was about to turn and walk back to my room, when I heard it. Barely audible, but it was there, a soft moan. I froze, not even breathing as another, then another soft moan. I struggled with the temptation of opening the door. My hand was shaking, as I reached for the handle. As my fingers encircled the cold metal a voice rang in my head.
“Just take it slow.” Shelly had said.
I pulled my hand back, grimacing as the door moved slightly. There was just enough of an opening for me to see the mirror above the vanity. Reflected in the mirror I could see Shelly or at least her outline as she stood in the shower. I couldn’t see any details through the shower curtain, but what I could see sent my head reeling. She was washing, her hands moving across her breasts.
I don’t know how long I stood there but it couldn’t have been more than a minute. She reached out and shut off the water. Her hand grasped the curtain and started pulling it back. I dashed back to my bedroom, not caring how much noise I made.
The close call had my heart racing, which was good I guess. It had also caused my raging hard on to shrivel. I sat upright in my bed, holding my lap-top across my knees as I stared at the door, waiting for Shelly to come barging in and kill me. I heard the bathroom door close, and the sound of her walking down the hall. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable.
There was a click, followed moments later by another click. My door remained closed. She had gone into her own bedroom. I sighed in relief, vowing to never try and spy on her again. I quickly started typing, trying to get through the rest of the rewrite, hoping I remembered everything Shelly had said.
As I typed away, I began hearing soft moans. I stopped typing, straining to make out the sounds, but they quit as soon as I stopped typing. With a shrug, I began typing again, blaming it on my imagination. Within a minute the moans resumed. This time I kept hitting a key with my finger, as I concentrated on the sounds coming through the wall. I was certain what they were, and as I continued striking the key, leaving a long row of “l’s” tracing across the screen, I closed my eyes, imagining I could see through the wall at what was going on just a few feet away.
Shelly was lying on her back, her legs slightly parted, as her fingers gently explored the fine hair covering her womanhood. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with moisture as her fingers continued to raise her excitement. Her breasts, the nipples hard, quivered ever so slightly as she shook in anticipation. Her breathing became forced, each breath a struggle as her fingers inched closer.
My free hand moved down to my shorts, and pulled my cock free. It sprang to attention, eager to be touched as my mind drew even more vivid pictures of my sister.
Her free hand cupped her left breast, lifting it toward her mouth. The nipple almost touching her lips she flicked her tongue out, jumping at the sudden contact. I stood there, beside her bed, watching as her fingers made contact. Her whole body tensed as she brushed across the lips.
“That’s it. Take it slow, David.” she whispered. Actually no sound came out, but I could read the words on her lips.
I just watched, as her fingers slowly entered, parting the glistening lips of her womanhood. It was slow, deliberate, as if she thought about each movement for hours. Again she mouthed my name, telling me to take her. I wanted to do it, more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. But I stayed motionless. This was her fantasy, her time, and I wasn’t going to spoil it.
She didn’t shove her fingers deep inside like I thought she would. Instead, she continued to gently caress herself; sometimes penetrating a bit, sometimes caressing the outer lips. There was no hesitation, no hint of anything but controlled determination. Again she mouthed my name, as the muscles in her legs and stomach tightened. I struggled with the burning within me, every fiber of my being screaming for me to answer her call, to give her what she so desperately needed, what I so desperately needed.
I felt my own desire rising, threatening to consume me as she slowly worked herself toward a pinnacle of pleasure. Her body arched up of the bed, as she once again called to me. My own body responded, my cock twitching and pulsing with need. Still I stood motionless, out of respect or out of fear, I’m not sure which.
The heat of her desire reached my nostrils. I could smell her need, the burning desire threatening to consume her. My own roaring furnace belched forth flames, threatening to consume me. I raised my hands to my face, covering my eyes as my passion crashed through, my cock pulsing and twitching.
I felt my cum splatter onto my stomach bringing my crashing back to reality.
I slowly opened my eyes. The scent of my sister still filling my nostrils as a lay stuck between the dream world and reality. My vision greeted me with my sister, standing in my doorway. Her shirt hung open revealing her bare breasts, standing out proudly, the nipples hard and begging for attention. Even from where I was I could see the dampness in her white lace panties.
“God, that WAS hot!” she said, walking across the room and sitting down beside me.
“Maybe a masturbation scene wouldn’t be gross…if you could do it like that.”
“I, uhm, sorry.” I stammered, unable to tear my eyes away from her breasts.
“How about next time, you can watch me.”
“I was.” I replied, blushing.
“You’re such a kook.” she laughed, leaning down and giving me a hug.
Her nipples were like little points of fire burning into my chest, as they smeared my cum around.
“Oops.” she giggled as she sat up.
She looked down at her cum covered breasts and smiled. She ran a finger across the glistening wetness and raised it to her mouth.
The sound of the front door opening sent us both scrambling as Mom called out to us.
I wiped the cum off my chest and threw on a shirt. Noticing the wet spots on my shorts I quickly peeled them off and grabbed another pair. By the time I managed to scramble downstairs, mom had the table set and was pulling a large pizza out of its box.
“I didn’t feel like cooking tonight.” she said, as I walked into the kitchen.
“No problem, pizza sounds great.” I replied enthusiastically.
“I figured you’d say that.” she replied, giving me a stern look.
“That’s exactly why I insisted you stay here for your first year of college. Otherwise, pizza would probably be all you would eat.”
“Nah, I’d have burgers too.” I replied, laughing.
“You’re such a kook!” she laughed as she placed the pizza on the table.
“Where’s your sister?”
“Probably in her room changing.” I replied, trying to block the image of Shelly running half naked from my room.
“Speaking of your first year of college,” Mom said, sitting down across from me. “How are your classes going?”
“Great.” I replied, noncommittally as I grabbed a slice of pizza.
“That doesn’t tell me anything. What about that big paper you were grumbling about?”
I almost choked. Placing the pizza on my plate I cleared my throat.
“Uhm, it’s not so bad, after all.” I said. “Shelly offered to help me out.”
I regretted the words as soon as I said them.
Just then Shelly walked in.
“Pizza!” she exclaimed, rushing to the table and flopping down.
“So, a change of heart young lady.” mom said, looking at Shelly as she lifted a slice of pizza to her lips.
“What do you mean?” Shelly replied as she reached out and grabbed a slice as well.
“You’re actually going to help your little brother?”
Shelly almost dropped her pizza. “I, uhm, yeah.” she replied.
Mom looked from Shelly to me and back again.
Mom took a bite of her pizza as she stared first at Shelly then at me. I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. The silence was unbearable. Just when I thought I was going to crack, and blurt out everything mom let out a small laugh.
“God, it’s not that bad. One day you two will actually get along. You might even realize that you love each other.”
The tension popped, and I let out my breath, not even aware that I had been holding it.
“Yeah, but not too soon, huh squirt?” Shelly quipped, mussing my hair.
I didn’t miss the reference and couldn’t help but stare at her.
“That’s nice that the two of you are finally getting along.” Mom said, setting her pizza on her plate. “And don’t get me wrong, Shelly. I think it’s great you helping with his paper. But I seem to remember your grades in English weren’t exactly stellar last year.”
Shelly and I stared at each other, our faces turning white as Mom continued.
“I think, maybe a second opinion might be a good idea. How about you let me check it over?”
I almost choked, and from the look on Shelly’s face, she wasn’t much better.
“I, uhm…” I stammered, painfully aware that my face was turning beet red.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll read it tonight, after you guys are in bed. You don’t have to sit there while I read it. I’ll make some notes about it and slide it under your door before I leave in the morning. That will give you tomorrow and Sunday to rewrite it.”
“But!” I stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.
“But nothing!” Mom said, the look on her face making it clear she wasn’t about to be deterred.
“But Mom, I don’t think …” Shelly started, but mom cut her off short.
“Look. I’m not so old that I forgot what your paper has to be about. I’m prepared. I mean erotic fiction isn’t exactly going to be about politics now is it! Don’t worry. I doubt there’s anything you could write about that would shock me. Besides I bust my ass working two jobs just to keep you guys in college, so I don’t think you should have a problem with me reviewing some of your work. End of discussion.”
Panic set in, and I looked over at Shelly. She just shrugged, and slid her plate away.
“I better get to work on my own homework.” she said, as she stood up.
“Me too!” I chimed in, nearly tipping my chair over as I jumped up.
We both grabbed our plates and put them in the sink, before rushing back to our rooms.
I had just got onto my bed, and opened the document file when Shelly slipped into my room.
“What am I going to do now?” I muttered, looking from her to the screen and back.
From the look on her face she was just as lost as I was.
“She’s going to kill me, you know that.” I said, my fingers tapping on the side of my computer.
“Yeah, probably both of us.” Shelly replied, as she sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Christ, sis! What am I going to do?”
“Okay, let’s think this through. You’ve got the paper guidelines, right?”
I pointed toward the folder sitting on my nightstand.
“So, you had to write about what you did. No big deal. I mean, she’ll be mad, no doubt, but it’s not like you actually chose this subject. Make sure you put the guidelines on top.”
I grimaced, as I saw everything falling apart.
“You didn’t have a choice, did you?” she asked, staring wide eyed at me.
“Not really.” I replied flipping open the folder and handing her the paper.
“This is great!” she whispered, as she scanned the page. “I mean, yeah, you had other choices but you can defend the one you picked. Christ, your professor is sicker than I thought. I mean, incest is about the tamest thing on the list.”
“Yeah, but Mom?” I said, the worry still clear in my voice.
Shelly looked at me and smiled. “Listen, the guidelines don’t specify mom/son. Just change it. It’s still bad, but …”
“To what, dad/daughter?”
“That would take too long. You’d have to rewrite half the paper. Just use the search and edit command and find every reference to mom and son and change them to sister and brother.”
“Are you nuts!” I said, staring at her in disbelief.
“I know. It’s not much better, but it’s all we got. Kind of appropriate too, considering.” As she said that, she placed her hand on my lap and smiled at me.
“I still want to read it when it’s done.” she added, slowly sliding her fingers across my leg.
“I better let you get to work.” she said, jumping up and rushing out of the room.
Resigned to my fate, I set to work changing what I could in the story. I hoped Shelly was right, and Mom didn’t kill me. Still, the way she acted, and changing the roles to brother and sister sent my hormones raging again. By the time I was done, my cock was straining against my shorts.
A knock on my door sent me scrambling for a pillow to cover myself.
“David, can I come in.” my mom said as she opened the door.
“Once again, knocking and opening the door without waiting for an answer does not constitute knocking.” I thought angrily.
“I’m just about done.” I said, as I quickly closed the document.
“Look, David.” she said, a tenderness in her voice I hadn’t heard in a while. She walked over and sat on the end of my bed, placing a hand on my ankle.
“I know this is tough. If I remember right, this is the class on creative writing. I’m guessing from your reaction to me reading it, that it’s probably a bit, uhm shall we say risqué. I just wanted to assure you that I’m just going to proofread it. A second set of eyes that understand the use of the written word. I just want you to do well, that’s all.”
“I know.” I mumbled, unable to look up at her.
“Tell you what; just send it to my printer. I promise to stay in my room once I start reading it so you won’t have to be embarrassed. And once it’s all done, it’s all done, Okay?”
I nodded, breathing a sigh of relief as she stood up.
“I have to be at work early tomorrow, so if you could get that to me, say within the next half hour, I would really appreciate it. I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Sure mom.” I replied, as I mentally counted down the minutes until Armageddon.
“You want to read the guidelines so you can make sure I accomplish what the professor wants?” I added, hoping Shelly was right, and it would save me. I was a drowning man grasping at straws.
“That’s alright. Remember, I’m just checking grammar. The content is up to you.”
I sat upright in my bed. It was dark outside, the only light coming from my laptop which sat open on my bed. It was twelve twenty-six in the morning, and by now mom must have finished reading my paper. I was expecting her to burst in at any minute, ready to skin me alive. Sleep wouldn’t come. Somehow knowing my life was about to end had me wide awake. I would rather die in my sleep, but it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen.
I nearly leapt out of bed when I heard a soft knock on my door. I wasn’t about to hasten my death so I closed my laptop, and slid down pulling the blanket over my head. I was hoping that maybe if she thought I was asleep she would let me live just a little longer.
I heard the door open, and then quietly close. There was the sound of footsteps, and then my bed shifted, as someone sat down. I faked a snore, hoping to convince her I was sleeping.
“It’s just me.” I heard my sister whisper, her hand pulling back the covers.
“God, I thought I was about to die.” I whispered.
“I think you’ll be fine.”
“What, I mean…” I started.
“Shhh!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. “Come on!”
She dragged me to the door and out into the hallway. Her hand still gripping mine, she led me to the end of the hall, to mom’s bedroom door.
“Listen.” she whispered, pulling me forward until I was almost against the door.
I stood there motionless straining to hear anything above my pounding heart. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I stood there for what seemed like forever, suddenly I heard it, a soft moan, then another, and they were definitely not moans of pain. I held my ear almost against the door. I heard the rustle of papers, and another series of moans, and then, something in the background. It was a, it was a …
I looked at my sister, her face little more than a shadow in the dimly lit hall.
“Is she…” I started.
Shelly placed her fingers to my lips, stopping me.
Grabbing my hand she pulled me back to my room, as silently as possible.
Once in my room, she rushed over to my bed and grabbed my laptop. Flipping it open she looked up at me.
“So, you changed it?” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
She started typing, entering my password.
“How’d you know…” I started then quickly glanced back at the door, afraid I might have spoken too loud.
She just smiled and flipped my laptop over. I had forgotten to take the tape with my password off the bottom of the computer.
“Sorry.” she shrugged.
“So, this is the final edition.” she said, as the screen filled with page one of my paper.
I nodded, and she held the laptop in the air and patted the bed beside her.
“Okay if I…”
I nodded, still glued to the spot at the foot of the bed.
“Wanna read it with me?”
I blushed, and she leaned toward me, holding out her hand. I let her take my hand, guiding me into the bed beside her. She slid her arm around my shoulders, guiding my head to rest on her chest.
“I can hear your heartbeat.” I whispered, not mentioning that I could also feel her rock hard nipple poking into my cheek.
I watched the screen as she slowly scrolled through the story. Her breathing and the beat of her heart were comforting, drawing me into a sense of calm. I placed my hand on the edge of the computer, waiting for her to scroll down, as I found myself reading along.
Her hand moved over and covered mine, then gently slid it from the computer onto the flat of her belly, where her shirt had ridden up. I felt her shudder as our skin touched. She returned to reading, and I felt her shift around, her nipple grinding into my cheek. My eyes fixated on my hand as it rested just above the elastic band of her shorts.
Nervously, I inched it down, my fingertips easing just under the elastic. She let out a little gasp, but made no move to stop me. Encouraged, I moved deeper, inching closer to her mystical treasure. There’s something secret and beautiful about a woman’s body, and the fact that it was my sister made it even more enchanting.
Her breathing became sporadic, short little gasps, as my fingers finally touched her mound. I was surprised by the smoothness of her skin, no sign of hair or stubble. Her hand dropped off the computer covering mine, pushing it downward until my fingers parted the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet!
She held my hand there as her hips began moving, slow little circles, occasionally thrusting upward, forcing my fingers against her opening. All pretext of reading fell away as the computer slid to the side, banging softly against the wall. Shelly pulled me tighter against her, crushing my head against her breast as she guided my fingers deeper into her smoldering center.
I wanted to move against her, to roll onto her and guide my aching member into her, but I was afraid, afraid anything I did might end this magical ecstasy. As her hips ground and twisted, they intermittently ground against my cock, which was straining hard against the fabric of my shorts. Each touch sending shivers through me, driving my own desire even higher.
This was no longer about a sister helping a brother. It wasn’t even about a sister and a brother. It was just two people, their minds consumed by need, two lost souls finding joy in each other.
I felt her orgasm wash over her, a huge tidal wave consuming her. She gripped my tight, clinging to me like I was her life line. She shook and thrashed, her mouth opened as if to cry out, but no sound escaped her lips. I was amazed as she bucked and twisted, wave after wave of sexual bliss cascading against her. My cock pulsed and twitched. I thought I might cum just from the sight of her.
The end was sudden. No gradual slowing, just a sudden collapse to the bed. She whimpered, her whole body shaking as she clung to me. I tried to remain motionless, to let her recover, but the burning in my groin had a mind of its own. Sensing my need she released my hand. Her fingers touched my stomach, making me shudder. Slowly, they moved down between us, forcing us apart. She turned toward me, pulling my face up to hers.
In the shadows I could still see her face, filled with eagerness. The first contact was unlike anything I ever felt, as her warm fingers encircled my cock. Her other arm released my head, moving down between us as well. I felt my shorts sliding down, each touch of her fingers making me shudder.
We were almost touching, her lips inches from me. She leaned in, kissing my cheek then slowly slid downward, her body twisting and rubbing against me inch by inch driving to the point of madness. As she moved, my mind went wild. Her lips caressed my body. Even through my shirt I could feel the scorching heat of her touch. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen. I couldn’t move. I just lay there my shorts down, my cock pulsing in her hands, her mouth inching its way downward. Her lips reached past my shirt, touching my bare skin. The pleasure was unbearable. Lower she went, her breath hot against me, each caress sending an inferno of pleasure smashing through me.
My cock pulsed and twitched, hotly awaiting the faintest touch. Then, it happened. Her lips brushed against the head of my cock. It was all I could stand. My body stiffened, every muscle contracting. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding through me, as I emptied, pulse after mind numbing pulse spraying out. I felt it splatter. Some must have hit her face, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear. I could have died at that moment, and died happy.
The sound of the front door closing woke me from my sleep. I looked around guiltily, but Shelly was not there. My laptop was sitting on the nightstand, still on. I pressed a key and the screen sprung to life. It was on the last page of the paper. Below the final paragraph was a short line:
“Love this version so much more BUT You better read page 9!”
I heard mom’s car start and looked out the window in time to see her pull out of the driveway and start down the street. I was still alive, and more! I turned around and stared at the door. A single sheet of paper lay on the floor in front of it.
“We’ll talk tonight!” in mom’s neat handwriting, nothing else.
Flopping back down on the bed, I scrolled through the pages until I got to page nine, my heart beating a mile a minute. I found it almost immediately.
“His fingers softly traced the outline of the angel tattooed just below her navel.”
“Oh, fuck!” I hissed. I forgot all about mom’s tattoo!
There was a soft knock on the door. I jumped, almost dropping my computer. Shelly walked in, wiping sleep from her eyes. For the first time I realized just how pretty my sister was.
“You got my message?” she said, walking over and sitting beside me.
I just nodded, too afraid to even vocalize what I had done.
“Well, all I can say is, let’s hope she didn’t catch it. Christ, what were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry, sis. I mean I …”
“Forget it. I mean, it’s probably not that important. I didn’t even catch it the first time. When it was mother and son, I guess it sort of just flowed. In fact I didn’t catch it the second time either, not until after you fell asleep and I reread it.”
“What now.” I said, staring at the computer.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to see how much an Angel tattoo costs.” she said, smiling at me.
“Huh?”
“Well, if I’m going to be my little brother’s fantasy lover, I have to look the part.”
“Are you nuts!” I shouted. The smile on her face screamed “Gotcha” and she started to giggle.
“Look, like I said, I read it three times before I noticed the reference to the tattoo, and from what we heard last night, I doubt mom was that analytical about it either.”
“So what now?”
“Well, we just play it cool.”
“I mean what about us.” I said, touching her lightly on her thigh.
“I don’t know. I mean, hell, I know what I want to do but…”
My hand inched slowly up her thigh, making her shudder.
“Dammit, David!” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling it away.
She saw the hurt in my eyes, and her face softened. She held onto my hand, pulling it to her chest.
“Look, I know you want this, and believe me, so do I, but there’s a big problem.”
I nodded, knowing where she was going.
“Mom’s damn sure going to ask you.”
“Yeah, and she’ll know if I’m lying.”
“Maybe,” Shelly started, her brow wrinkling up in thought. “I mean, if last night is any indication. Maybe we have an out. Look, she said she’d read it and slip it under your door when she left. Notice that she kept it?”
“Yeah, I just figured she was going to shove it down my throat before she killed me.”
“Maybe, or maybe she kept it for another reason altogether.”
I listened as she explained her plan. At first I was more than skeptical, but the more she talked, explaining her rational, and explaining what she intended on happening, the more I liked it. It was almost two o’clock by the time we had finished our plan and gotten everything in place.
“Now, mom went in early, which means she’ll be home around six. That’s four hours. You think you know what to do?”
I nodded, my mind already visualizing the scenario that was hopefully about to unfold.
“And just remember…” Shelly said, slipping her arms around my waist and pulling me to her.
“I know. Take It Slow.”
“Great. Now, I’m going over to Bree’s house for the night, so you’re on your own.”
The next two hours drug by. I spent most of the time pacing back and forth until I was afraid I might wear a path into the carpet. At precisely five-thirty I put the casserole dish into the oven then set about getting the table ready. I had wanted to do flowers and candles but Shelly had almost flipped.
“Take it slow.” she had said, for the umpteenth time.
As the clock slowly ticked closer to six, I found myself standing at the window, watching. I went through the plan step by step, trying to imagine how things might go. The fact was I had no idea what was about to happen, and I was just hoping to survive. Six o’clock came and went and still no mom. By seven I had probably walked a mile pacing back and forth from the door to the window, my imagination drumming up all sorts of deaths I might face. The sound of a car door slamming brought me rushing back to reality. Mom was walking up the sidewalk, her steps firm, confident. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare.
“Hi mom.” I said, as she stepped through the door.
“You made dinner?” she said, sniffing at the air.
She walked over and gave me a hug. I could feel her boobs pressing into my chest, and my body’s reaction made me pull away suddenly.
“I figured it was the least I could do.” I said, trying not to stare. Still, there was something in the way she looked at me, something different.
“Great, cause I didn’t have time for lunch. Is it ready now?”
“Let me pull it out of the oven.” I replied, quickly turning and rushing toward the kitchen.
As mom walked in, I quickly grabbed her chair, pulling it out for her. She gave me a quick smile then sat down, letting me slide her chair in. I moved slowly to my seat, trying to remember everything Shelly and I had talked about. It had all seemed so simple, so perfect when we talked it through but now, nothing. I felt the panic beginning to build as I gripped my chair. It wasn’t going to work. There was just no way I was going to live through this.
“So, where is your sister?” Mom said, as she spooned some of the casserole onto her plate.
“She’s spending the night at Bree’s house. She said something about studying for some test, Biology I think. You want me to go get her?”
“No, that’s alright.” She said, taking a bite. “Oh, my God! This is fabulous. What is it?”
“It’s called Southern Oyster Casserole. I got the recipe off the internet.” I said, smiling hopefully.
“Oh, it’s oysters. Still, it tastes fantastic.” Mom smiled as she ate and sipped at her glass of water.
Before I knew it, dinner was done, and I hadn’t even managed one of my planned comments. As mom pushed her plate away, wiping carefully at her lips with her napkin, I still couldn’t come up with single of the planned comments. Every time I thought I had one, my eyes would lock on mom’s tits, and I would flash back to standing outside her bedroom door listening.
“I tell you what.” Mom said, putting her napkin down. “I’ll do the dishes then we can talk.”
“That’s okay, mom.” I said, jumping up and gathering the dishes quickly. “I know you like to take a shower after a rough day at work. I’ll do dishes.”
“You sure?” she said, looking at the pile of dishes in the sink.
“I’m sure. I’ve got lots of energy to burn off.”
“Okay then. But when you’re done, meet me in my room.”
I took my time washing the dishes, trying to sort through all the plans I had made with Shelly. Nothing had gone as planned, and now I was just postponing my demise. I considered waiting longer hoping she might fall asleep, but knew that would never happen. With nothing left to use an excuse, I slowly walked to mom’s bedroom.
I stood outside her door for several seconds, cherishing the last moments of my life. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. I mentally went through all the plans again, trying to make something work. Everything had been so clear when Shelly and I had talked it out. Play on mom’s emotions. Get her to admit to being turned on. Yeah, mom turned on, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Come in.” Mom called.
I opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Mom was sitting on her bed, holding a glass of wine. A bottle and another glass sat on the end table to her side along with a red candle, wisps of smoke curling up off the flickering flame. She was dressed in a red lace nightie, her nipples clearly visible. My cock hardened immediately.
“David! David!” Mom’s voice echoed through his head.
Mom was sitting on the end of her bed in her robe, a pile of papers in her lap.
“I, uhm. Oh, yeah, the dishes are done.”
“Are you nervous?” she said, staring at me as her fingers flipping through the pages.
“I, uhm, yeah.” I said, every single planned response fleeing before her stare.
“Alright, I know I promised to keep this purely about the grammar and such, but really? You put this in front of me without so much as a warning?”
“Mom, I tried, I really did.” I said, trying to remember the comments Shelly had coached me on.
“But David, I mean for Christ’s sake. This is just porn, and it’s … You and Shelly? I mean …”
“No mom. It’s not about me and Shelly.” I said, relieved that we hadn’t. Mom would know if I was lying.
“That’s a relief, I think.” She said, patting the bed beside her.
As I walked over and sat down, I noticed her robe hung open just enough for me to see the pale skin of her breast. Not the whole breast, but more than she showed in her bikini.
“Oh shit. Not now!” I thought, as my eyes lingered on her tit, and my body reacted to the sight.
I shifted my position, hoping to conceal my erection.
“Alright David, I said I would just check for grammar and such, and I did that. I marked the things I think need changed and explained why. There aren’t that many, which surprised me. Mostly they were spelling, but there were some that were a little awkward. Here, you look through them and see if you have any questions.”
She shifted her position as she handed me the pages. The movement causing her robe to open just a bit more. I could see the dark ring of flesh that surrounded her nipple!
“Okay.” I said, taking the pages. “I’ll go to my room and check it out.” I said, looking for an escape.
“No, I think you should read it here. In fact, I think maybe you should read it out loud. Sometimes that helps to see when it gets awkward.”
“But mom!” I said, trying not to look at her. “It’s, I mean!”
Mom smiled, as she turned to face me, her robe opening even more.
“God! I can see her nipple!” I thought, holding the pages in my lap to try and cover my growing erection.
I managed to finally look away, but not before she noticed. She glanced down at herself, and adjusted her robe. She didn’t close it completely, but did manage to cover her nipple.
“Oh! So, it’s alright for me to read it as long as you’re not here.” She said, her face turning stern.
“Mom! That’s not fair.” I said, forgetting myself and jumping up. “I didn’t want you to read it. I tried to keep it from you but you insisted. It’s not like I wanted you to read it. I didn’t even want to write it. I didn’t have a choice. Did you even look at the guidelines I was given.”
By then I was more angry than scared. I just stood there returning her glare. Slowly, her features softened, and she nodded her head slightly. I saw her gaze shift, and realized a moment too late what I had done. In a matter of a split second her expression went from anger to sympathy to surprise. I scrambled for the papers and held them in front of my crotch but it was too late. I took a deep breath, preparing for my death.
“David, sit down.” she said, a surprising tenderness in her voice.
I complied, arranging the pages across my lap as I tried to beg my cock to soften.
“Alright, confession time.” she said, shifting around again. This time she carefully arranged her robe to keep herself covered.
There was an awkward silence as I tried to work through exactly what I was going to say. I looked over at her, my eyes begging for mercy. Her lips formed a slight smile as her hand reached out to cover mine.
“Okay, I’ll start.” she said, her fingers lightly squeezing my hand.
“I know I told you I was going to read this just to correct spelling and grammar, but there’s so much wrong with it. I mean, erotic fiction was not a fair description of this. This was porn, plain and simple. Somehow I thought this was supposed to be more analytical. I thought you were supposed to be examining the story and how the problems that arise are overcome.”
“The analysis was the…” I started, but she raised a finger to my lips.
“Let me finish. When you write the analysis, you need to be more analytical. In fact, I think you need to be more analytical in the whole thing.”
“God! She hadn’t read everything!” I thought. “The whole analysis was in the last three pages, I had made it sort of a synopsis.”
“There are a lot of descriptive elements in there that serve well if this is a story, but they don’t really get to the point of analyzing the problems that something so taboo carries with it. There’s too much emotion, both shared and evoked. Is it believable, yes. But believable isn’t the point now is it?”
“I don’t get it, mom. I mean, it’s the details, the emotions that are the whole point.” I said, feeling relieved that she hadn’t shot me, and defensive about my paper.
“I see, so we can look at any of the scenes in there, and you can tell me how it relates to the points you are trying to make?”
“Uhm, yeah. I mean some are easier than others but, uhm sure. Anything in there relates to a point I make in the analysis, sure.”
“Okay. So how about we take a couple sections and you can tell me how it needs to be there.” she said, sliding up onto the bed and leaning against her pillow.
“You read it and I’ll just sit back and listen. Here’s your chance to convince me this isn’t just some porn story. You can either stand up and read it, or if you would feel more comfortable, you can sit facing away from me.”
I flipped through the pages trying to find something that I could read without being too embarrassed. It still needed to be one that mom had questioned, so I settled on the section about laundry.
“Uhm, well I guess this one.” I said, turning so I was facing the away from her. I immediately realized that facing away from her meant facing the mirror, and her reflection.
I quickly looked down at the paper and began reading.
“Mike dumped the clothes onto the floor, grumbling as he began sorting them. He didn’t understand why he always got the chore of doing laundry when Jennifer was the one with all the dirty clothes. First he sorted by color, darks, lights and whites, then he remembered mom explaining how certain items had to be washed separate. “Delicates”, she called them. Pulling out the bras and panties, Mike set them to one side then tossed the whites into the washer, added detergent and bleach, and closed the top.
“Not so bad.” he thought, checking the timer on the washer. It read forty-seven minutes, enough time for him to get a game or two in on the PS3. Pushing the rest of the clothes into tighter piles, he stared down at the delicates, mostly panties. The label from one of the bras was sticking up. It was Jennifer’s he guessed, the pink lace more his sister’s style. Looking at the size of the sheer lace cups confirmed it.”
“God, I think she’s getting bigger.” he thought as he checked the size to make sure. He knew she wore a 36C, thanks to his many previous turns at laundry while mom wore a 34B. The tag read 36D. He held the bra against his chest, trying to gauge just how big her tits had gotten. He brought up images of women he had seen on line, and imagined their naked tits beneath his sister’s face.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Mom said. “Now, just what does that passage have to do with incest?”
“I don’t know.” I replied. “I guess, well, it set things in motion. A young guy handling his sisters bras and panties, I mean, it got his imagination going. It started him down the path.”
“Right! So you’re telling me that forcing a teenage boy to wash his sister’s underwear leads to incest?”
“Well, uhm, I guess. I mean, it’s what got him thinking about her.”
“And I was hoping you might pass this class.” his mom said, shaking her head. “Try another one.”
I turned to the next page, the shower scene. Shelly and I had worked on this one a lot. She had even helped me with the insight into what the mom, I mean sister was thinking. I could nail this one.
“He stood by the door, afraid to move. He could just make out her figure through the shower door. He couldn’t make out any details, but the soft silhouette still showed the swell of her breasts, and the roundness of her ass. He watched, letting his imagination fill in the details. His hand moved down, brushing against his hardened uhm…”
I paused, trying to muster the courage. It had sounded so much better when I was reading it to myself. “Brushing against his hardened cock.” I glanced quickly in the mirror. Mom was laying there with her eyes closed. It gave me a bit of courage knowing she wasn’t about to choke me to death.
“Brushed against his hardened cock. She turned sideways, facing the shower door, her breasts pressed against the glass, the contact making them clearly visible. He let out a little gasp as he stared at the large dark nipples.”
“She jerked back, the sound carrying to her ears. Someone was there. She knew who it was, and for the briefest moment she was angry. She waited, listening for the sound of the door closing. When she didn’t hear it, she smiled to herself.”
“He wants to watch, I’ll give him a show.” she thought, pressing her body back against the cold glass. She slid against it, enjoying the cold pressure against her nipples. The fact that he was watching made it even better. Her hands slid down, brushing across her hair, slowly caressing between her legs.”
“Okay, and this one?” mom said, interrupting me.
I noticed a change in her voice, and glanced up at the mirror. Were her legs parted a bit? I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I could see up past her knees.
“Well, I” I began, tearing my eyes away from the mirror. “It gives her control. She decides just how much he sees. And she can do it and still pretend not to know. At the same time he can go on believing she doesn’t know, and as long as she doesn’t know, it isn’t really happening.”
“Strange logic, but I guess you can make a case for it.” Mom said.
“Another one?” I said, looking over my shoulder at her. She was laying back further, her hands folded across her stomach. I watched her for a moment, admiring the swell of her breasts, even lying down, they pressed against her robe.
“Uhm, yeah.” she said, not opening her eyes.
“The house was quiet, strange for the middle of the afternoon. The quiet made him quiet, and he slowly padded up the stairs, pausing when he heard the first moan. It was not a moan of pain, that much he knew. He waited silently, listening for another, just to be sure. The next moan was a bit loader, with a sense of urgency to it. He moved forward, careful to not make a sound. His sister’s door was open, just a crack, but open. He moved up to it cautiously, the sounds already affecting him. By the time he peeked in, his cock was already pulsing, straining to escape his shorts.
The view in the room made him gasp. He jerked back, prepared to dash to his room, but nothing happened. Easing forward he looked back in, taking in the scene slowly. Jennifer was on her bed, knees up, legs parted. Her fingers were between her legs, caressing her mound. From where he stood, he could see the moisture gathering in the soft folds of her womanhood, as each caress of her fingers made her legs tremble.
He pulled out his cock, slowly stroking it in time to her movements. She gently eased a finger inside, rubbing gently as her hips arched upward. Her eyes were closed, giving him courage. He eased the door open a bit, giving himself a better view. Her huge tits hung to each side, their mere size forcing them to sag. The hard nipples poked up proudly, begging for attention. Mike struggled to resist the temptation to enter the room as Jennifer added another finger to the one already caressing her inside.
Her hips began bucking upward, slowly at first, but quickly become almost frantic. His own movements followed suit.”
“Enough!” Mom said, her voice strained.
I glanced into the mirror. Her robe was parted well past her knees. She had tucked the upper portion between her legs, which pulled the fabric tight against her tits. She was staring at me, her mouth slightly open. Even from where I sat, I could see her nipples poking hard against the fabric of her robe.
“I mean, that’s enough. I think you got the idea. Now go to your room and fix it.”
“Are you sure, mom?” I said, trying to take in what was happening.
“Yes! I’m sure. Just fix the things I marked, and hope your professor is as understanding as I am.”
“Do you want me to bring it back when I’m done so you can check it?” I said, glimpsing a pile of paper on her nightstand.
“She made a second copy!” I thought as she said something.
“What was that, mom?” I said, standing up, letting the pages drop down to cover my erection.
“I said I have a headache. I think I’m going to bed. As for your paper, just fix what I marked.”
“Alright.” I said, walking to the head of the bed careful to keep the pages over my erection.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“Thanks, mom.”
I closed her door slowly as I left the room, making sure it failed to latch.
“Take it slow.” my sister’s words echoed in my mind as I stood quietly outside her door listening. Something that would be a lot easier to do if my cock wasn’t about ready to burst.
I waited, listening, for what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds. Finally I heard it, a drawer open and close followed by the shuffling of papers. I had wanted to take her vibrator thinking it would give her only one option to satisfy her need, but Shelly had looked at me like I was crazy. Again her words echoed through my head.
“Take it slow.”
I waited until I heard the soft buzzing, then I read through the first page of my paper, hoping that would give her enough time. Once I was finished, I knocked lightly on mom’s door and waited for her to answer.
“Yes?” she finally answered, the tension clear in her voice.
“There’s just this one part, mom. You didn’t mark it, but I’m having second thoughts about it. Could you give me any suggestions?”
“Uhm, yes.” she said, the buzzing going quiet. “Just read it from there.”
“Okay, here goes. Uhm… Her whole body shivered as he touched her, the contact was electric. She wanted to stop him, to stop the madness. The feeling wasn’t real for him, just a youthful fascination. For her it would be more, so much more. She stared into his eyes, afraid, afraid if she looked away, if she did anything to interrupt, he might flee. His fingers caressed her skin softly as he pushed her robe back, letting it fall from her shoulders. He looked into her eyes, scared, unsure what he should do. Her skin tingled as he traced a path along the edge of her bra, slowly following the curve of her breasts.”
I took a couple breaths, listening, waiting for that sound. Finally I heard it, faint, but unmistakable.
“His fingers struggled with her bra, fumbling with the clasp. She wanted to help, to flip the bra open, to release herself to him. His frustration was clear on his face. She saw tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes as he looked at her pleadingly. She started to move her hand up, to assist him and suddenly he got it. The clasp sprung open, and the cups fell away. The look on his face was priceless, reminding her of the first time he rode his bike. She wanted to reach up and wipe away the tears, to whisper words of comfort and encouragement but she was afraid if she did anything if she so much as whispered, she would break the spell and he would flee.”
“She watched him as his head turned downward, taking in her nakedness. She was shaking all over, out of sheer excitement or nervousness she wasn’t sure. She wanted desperately for him to like what he saw, to not be disappointed. She tried to read the expression on his face as he eyed her naked breasts. His hand reached out, trembling, as if what lay before him might disappear at any moment, flee like a rabbit frightened by sudden movement. In truth she felt that way, her own body trembling. She fought back the panic rising inside her, the burning desire that threatened to consume her.”
The sound was unmistakable now, the buzzing accompanied by mom’ soft moans.
“His fingers brushed across her nipple, the touch so explosive her knees nearly buckled. She tried to slow her breathing; to steady herself as his fingers caressed her breast, exploring the soft yielding flesh. He lowered his head, his lips brushing lightly across her skin; leaving little tingling spots as he moved lower, slowly approaching her nipple. As his lips encircled her nipple, drawing it gently into his mouth, she couldn’t help herself. She let out a soft moan, her hands reaching up to grasp his head. She had to keep him there, keep him from going any further.”
As her hands gripped his head, holding it fast, his hands moved downward, slowly sliding inside the elastic of her panties, easing them downward, inch by inch as she trembled violently. Unable to stop, she lifted one foot then the other, letting him remove her last vestige of safety. She needed to stop this, to stop it before it went too far but she knew that it was too late. Her burning desire threatened to consume her, and there was only one way to save herself. She released his head, easing backwards onto the bed. It was up to him now. What happened now was his decision, his choice. Her choice had already been made.”
There was no mistaking the sounds now as his mom moaned loudly, gasping for air.
“She watched as he slowly kissed his way down her body, his lips nibbling at her skin, sending little jolts of electricity through her. His hands grasped her legs, gently urging them apart. Her hips thrust upward involuntarily as he slowly kissed his way across her flat stomach. He paused at her belly button, gently probing it, as her thrusts became more urgent. She looked down at him, watching as he kissed his way lower, his lips parting the hair covering her opening.”
“In a last ditch effort, she reached down, grasping his head, lifting it up. He looked at her and smiled, as his hands spread her legs even further apart. She writhed and twisted, feeling his fingers press against her flesh, sliding along her thigh. She wanted to stop him, to stop this madness but her need burned through her stealing all reason and control. She knew she was his to do with as he wished, and she relished the thought. He began kissing again, wet caresses of his tongue, slowly making its way downward.”
The sounds coming from mom’s room were clear now. Her moaning was mixed with strained gasps, as the buzzing went from loud to muffled and back again. I drew up an image of her lying on her bed, desperately sliding the vibrator into herself.
“His tongue made contact with her, sending jolts of pleasure cascading through her body. She arched up, thrusting hard against his mouth, her hands grasping, pulling him against her as she felt herself explode, the pleasure too much to bear as she cried out, screaming his name. Writhing and twisting, she felt his tongue slip inside, the rough touch sending more shocks of pleasure pouring through her as her legs clamped shut desperate to keep him there, to drain every ounce of pleasure that she could.”
“Gradually, she collapsed, her body shuddering as her legs slowly relaxed, allowing him to slide upward, peeking up at her. Her fingers reached down, gently stroking his hair as he smiled up at her, his fingers tracing the outline of her angel tattoo.”
Everything suddenly went silent. I had meant to stop before that last line, but my own excitement had gotten the better of me. I waited, expecting to hear mom scream out my name, but nothing. Minutes passed, and my erection ached for attention. I reached out and grasped the door handle, my hand shaking. I pulled it slowly, feeling my heart sink as the latch clicked with audible finality.
I walked slowly to my room, feeling my cock slowly shrink, along with my hopes. Stepping inside, I pushed the door closed and walked to my bed, trying to figure out how I could have been so stupid. Shelly and I had gone over it time and again. Everything had gone according to plan, everything until that last stupid sentence.
I slumped down on my bed, grabbing my computer. I spread out the pages of the paper, and set about making the changes mom had marked. I considered deleting the tattoo reference, but decided that might raise her suspicions. When I came to the sections she had marked with big question marks, I read through them critically, trying to see them from her perspective. It didn’t work and I ended up leaving them as they were.
I expected mom to come storming into my room any minute, and every sound I heard had me jumping. By the time I finished the corrections my nerves were raw, and I knew sleep was not going to come.
“Maybe a game or something.” I thought, as I logged onto the internet.
I wasn’t on more than five minutes when a message came on from Shelly.
“So?”
“Not good.” I replied.
“?”
“I screwed up.”
“What, I thought we had this down. Did you do everything we planned?”
“Yeah, everything. Went good until the sex scene, went one sentence too far.”
“You didn’t!”
“‘fraid so.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing, at least not yet. In my room, waiting for last rites.”
“Did she?”
“Oh, yeah. It got kinda loud.”
“Then you’re safe. I mean, maybe it didn’t turn out like you planned, but what’s she going to do. She has to know you heard her. She can’t exactly give you hell for something that made her do that.”
“Maybe, but…”
“Hey, bud. Can I tell you something?”
“Will it help?”
“Hope so. It’s just… Well, I’m kinda glad you didn’t.”
“Gee, thanks. That helps a lot.”
“It might. Listen, why don’t you just try and relax. Open your window and get some fresh air. It will help you sleep. I’ll be home in the morning and we can talk.”
“Maybe. Think I’ll play a game, maybe Golden Eye, haven’t played that in a while.”
“There you go, kill some bad guys, save the hot chick.”
“Yeah, well, I always die in that too.”
“Okay, well take care.”
“Yeah. Uhm, thanks sis. You’re the best.”
“I know. Uhm, I love you baby bro.”
I shut down the computer and grabbed my controller. Turning on the PS3, I stood up and opened the window. The cool night air felt good. As I sat back down I could feel the breeze wafting over my skin and in no time I started to relax. Shelly had been right. I played the game for about an hour, and still no knock on the door. Things might not have turned out like I had hoped, but they weren’t as bad as I thought they were going to be either.
As my mind slowly calmed, I drifted off to sleep, my body emotionally drained.
I woke early, the sun just beginning to peak into my window. Climbing out of bed, I grabbed some shorts and threw them on. As I walked to the bathroom, I noticed mom’s door was hanging open slightly. Knowing better, I walked slowly to the door and glanced in. I was relieved to see mom’s bed empty. I turned around and headed to the bathroom, my mind already drawing up images of what I knew was coming. At some point mom was going to confront me. At some point all hell was going to break loose.
I had already opened the bathroom door when the sound of running water registered in my brain.
“Oops! Sorry.” I called out as I quickly pulled the door closed.
“It’s alright.” Mom called out from the shower. “I’m just a bit late getting going this morning. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Don’t do it!” I thought, my hand still gripping the door handle. “She’ll kill you!”
My hand turned and the door crept open, just enough for me to gaze in. I gasped as I saw mom’s reflection in the mirror. She was standing in the shower, her silhouette clearly visible. She turned sideways, her ass brushing against the glass, changing the hazy view to a momentary clear view of her flesh. The glass was too opaque to allow any detail, but my mind filled in what my eyes couldn’t see.
Suddenly she reached up and shut off the water, then slid the door open and grabbed a towel, giving me a brief glimpse of her breasts. My mind screamed for me to run, but I just stood there staring as her nakedness came into full view. Her tits were even better than I had imagined, but the sight of her clean shaven pussy made me gasp out loud. Panicking, I dashed down the hall to my room.
“You’re an idiot!” I thought, as I closed the door to my room as quietly as possible.
She had to have heard me, and I knew she would be storming down the hallway any second. I waited quietly, trying to prepare for death. Minutes passed and nothing. I had just begun to relax, when there was a soft knock on my door. I waited, hoping it was my imagination. There was another knock, and the door opened.
“I’m not interrupting am I?” Mom said, as she stepped into the room.
Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she was wearing her robe, the belt holding it snug against her body. Her nipples were clearly outlined even in the dark fabric. She closed the door, and stood there just looking at me. My mind went exactly where I didn’t want it to go, and I felt my cock beginning to harden.
“I, uhm, sorry about walking in on you.” I said, grabbing a pillow and placing it in my lap.
“Oh, that’s alright. I guess I probably should have locked the door.” She said, smiling. “Hope I didn’t scare you.”
“Never!’ I replied, probably a little more eagerly than I should have.
She didn’t seem to notice, as she walked over and sat on the end of my bed.
“Listen, David.” She said, reaching out to touch my leg. “I know you must have been as embarrassed as I was by the whole story thing. I just wanted to say, all I want is for you to do well. I know you need a good grade on this, and, well, I guess I just wanted to help as much as I could.”
“I know, Mom. And thanks. The fact that you are so concerned means a lot to me.”
“So you don’t mind my, uhm, input?” she said, shifting sideways so that she was facing me.
The action caused her robe to part, revealing her bare legs nearly up to her crotch. I groaned inwardly, and quickly looked away, trying to shake the image from my head. It didn’t do any good and I felt my cock pressing hard against the pillow.
“No, I, uhm, I don’t mind.” I said, staring at the wall.
“Good. Now, have you finished the corrections?” she said, shifting again, her robe opening even further.
“Oh God!” I thought, my eyes locked on the space between her legs. Another inch or two and I would be looking at her pussy.
“I’m, uhm,” I stammered, finally managing to look away. “I finished it last night.”
“Good. That leaves us free for the day. I have some things I’ve been meaning to get done, and I could sure use your help.” She said, as she stood up.
The movement caused her robe to blouse open just enough to give me a brief glimpse of her bare pussy before it fell closed. She turned and walked to the door, her movement automatically drawing my gaze to her swaying hips. As she stepped through the doorway she stopped and turned to face me.
“I’m making bacon and eggs for breakfast if you’re hungry.” She said, before turning and heading from my room.
As soon as the door closed I jumped up, rushed over and locked it. I peeled off my shorts and flopped back on the bed, my hand wrapping around my cock. Closing my eyes, the image of mom’s bare pussy filled my mind as I began stroking myself. I had to wonder if she did it on purpose; if she was toying with me.
“Maybe she wanted it as much as I did.” I thought, as I felt my cock swelling. “Maybe the story got her thinking.”
“Take it slow.” Shelly’s voice rang through my head.
Slow was not an option, as moments later I erupted, my cock spewing hot cum across my stomach.
By the time I got cleaned up and walked into the kitchen, mom had a plate sitting on the table for me. She was still in her robe, but she had put on an apron as well.
“You want some toast?” she said as I sat at the table.
I just nodded as I dug in to the food, not realizing just how hungry I was. By the time she had brought me toast, I had already finished my eggs and bacon. She smiled and patted my shoulder as she put the toast on my plate.
“Eat up, you’re going to need your strength.” She said, as she walked back to the stove and fixed her own plate.
The “things she had been meaning to get done” turned into an all morning event. By the time lunch came around we were both soaked in sweat and ready for a break. I volunteered to fix some sandwiches while mom went to wash up. As I finished making sandwiches and put them on the table, mom walked in dressed in a white bikini. I nearly dropped the plates as she sauntered over and sat down. The top exposed more of her tits than it covered and the bottom fit so snug I swore I could see the outline of her pussy under the thin fabric.
“I thought I’d take a break and sit in the hot tub.” She said, rubbing her back before she sat down. “My back is starting to ache.”
“Oh, sure. So that means we’re done?” I replied, my attempts at not staring a dismal failure.
” Yeah. The rest can wait. Why don’t you change into your swim trunks and join me?”
“Uhm, well, I guess.” I replied, my eyes glued to her nipples, clearly outlined against the thin fabric.
Warning horns went off in my head as images fill my mind of her in the hot tub, the white bikini becoming nearly see through as it got wet. Just the images in my head were enough to get my cock growing. The real thing would have it bursting from my shorts.
“On second thought, maybe I better go over the paper one last time.” I said, finally managing to look away from her nearly naked body.
“I’d completely forgotten about that.” She said, smiling. “You want me to review it one more time?”
“Nah, I think it will be fine.” I replied.
“Alright then.” She said, “I think I’ll go jump in the hot tub. If you change your mind, just let me know.”
After she left, I headed to my room. I really didn’t have anything left to do with the paper other than print it up, but the idea of sitting in the hot tub with her was almost as unsettling as having her read the paper again. I opened the file and sent it to my printer. A few moments later a printer error popped up, telling me I was out of ink.
“Fuck!” I muttered, quickly changing the destination to mom’s printer.
At least she was outside and I could get it before she returned. I hurried to her room, as I heard the printer running. As I walked in I saw the copy of my paper stacked neatly on her nightstand.
“What the hell.” I thought, walking back to my room and sending another copy to her printer.
As I walked back into her room, I glanced out the window. From where I stood I could see mom laying in the hot tub, her back to me. I was just high enough I could see her tits just below the surface of the water. I had been right, the white fabric was practically see through. The rest of her body was obscured by the swirling bubbles. I just stood there watching as page by page the paper spewed from the printer.
Slowly mom reached up and shut off the jets, then stood up. I let out a gasp as I stared at her. She might as well have been completely naked. The wet fabric clung to her like a second skin, hiding nothing. She stood there for several moments, as if posing for me. It wasn’t until she climbed out of the hot tub that I realized the printer had finished. I quickly split the copies in two and tossed one on her bed before darting back to my room. I had just managed to close the door and drop onto my bed when mom tapped lightly on the door.
“David, could you do me a favor?” she said through the door.
“Sure Mom.” I replied.
“The hot tub didn’t do much for my back. I have some muscle ointment in my room. Would you mind rubbing it into my back?”
“Oh shit.” I thought.
I had been walking a tight rope already, expecting her to recognize what I was thinking, and now she wanted to have me rubbing her bare flesh. If she didn’t know what I was thinking already, she surely would when I popped a hard on while rubbing her back.
“Take it slow.” Shelly’s voice rang in my head.
“I’ll shout when I’m ready.” Mom called.
I heard her walking into her room, and then heard the door close. A few minutes later, I heard her call out for me.
As I walked into her room, I was relieved to see her on her stomach, a sheet pulled up just past her waist. Her back was bare, I and spotted the bikini on the floor.
“I saw the new copy.” She said, not bothering to lift her head. “I’ll check it in a bit. And David, I’m sorry I blew up on you. I’m sure this has been as hard for you as it has been for me. Thank you for letting me help.”
“Where’s the ointment.” I said, trying to hide my nervousness.
“Oh, it’s right here.” She replied, lifting up slightly as she held the tube out to me.
It was enough to give me a brief glimpse of her nipple, before she lowered herself back to the mattress. I sat down on the side of the bed and squeezed a small amount of the ointment onto my hands. I rubbed my hands together quickly to warm it before spreading it across the middle of her back. She shuddered at my touch, but soon began to relax as I worked the ointment into her skin.
“A bit lower.” She said, as I worked across her back.
I worked down to the edge of the sheet, my hands already tingling, either from the ointment or from the fact I was rubbing my mother’s bare flesh I wasn’t sure which.
“A little lower, and be a bit firmer.” She whispered, her head turning to the side as she looked up at me.
I inched the sheet down a bit, and spread more ointment, my hands trembling.
“That’s low enough, but firmer, sweetie.” She said, as my hands rubbed across the upper part of her ass. “Maybe if you sat behind me.”
Thankfully she had turned her head the other way and didn’t see the tent my cock was making in my shorts. I knew it was a mistake, but I was thinking with my cock. I climbed onto her legs, as my hands worked her lower back. She let out a moan and seemed to wiggle, her ass pushing upward.
“A little higher now.” She said, grinding into the mattress.
I obliged, sliding up her legs as my hands worked across the middle of her back. My cock had pushed its way down the leg of my shorts, and was peeking out the bottom. The sheet had squirmed down, revealing most of her ass.
“Higher.” She moaned.
I slid up further, as her ass began to noticeable grind into the mattress. My cock was almost touching her as I leaned forward to work her shoulders. As my fingers worked into her muscles, her ass raised up, the muscles clenching and unclenching. My cock pushed further from the leg of my shorts, the head glistening with fluids.
“That’s it. Like that.” She said, as I massaged her shoulders.
Her ass rose up off the bed, pressing backwards. The contact was electric, as my cock pressed against the crack of her ass. I couldn’t help it. I reflexively thrust forward, my cock sliding along the crack of her ass. Suddenly it must have dawned on her what was touching her and she froze.
“I, uhm, I think that’s good enough.” She said, her voice strained.
I pulled back, as if burned and quickly climbed off.
“I, uhm, I’m …”
“It’s alright, David.” She said, not looking at me. “I’m feeling better.”
I made my way to the door. As I opened it mom called out to me.
“David, uhm, Thank you.”
I just nodded and rushed out the door. I wanted desperately to rush to my room, but I stopped, waiting with my hand on the door knob. I undid my shorts, letting my cock spring free. I just stood there, my hand on my cock, waiting, listening. After a few minutes, I heard it, that unmistakable buzzing. I stood there, eyes closed, listening. Images flashed through my head as I stood there, images of mom, her legs parted, the vibrator sliding slowly along the length of her smooth opening. My hand began stroking my cock, imaging it was pressed against her instead of the vibrator.
She wasn’t making a noise, but in my mind I heard her, softly moaning my name as she slowly slipped the vibrator between the lips, her passion clear to see in the glistening moisture covering her opening. I had written and rewritten the scene so many times I didn’t need the paper. I started softly, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“She watched as he slowly kissed his way down her body, his lips nibbling at her skin, sending little jolts of electricity through her. His hands grasped her legs, gently urging them apart. Her hips thrust upward involuntarily as he slowly kissed his way across her flat stomach. He paused at her belly button, gently probing it, as her thrusts became more urgent. She looked down at him, watching as he kissed his way lower, his lips parting her glistening opening.”
I could hear her moaning now. I knew this was more than just dangerous, it was insane. My own hand dropped down to caress the bulge in my shorts.
“In a last ditch effort, she reached down, grasping his head, lifting it up. He looked at her and smiled, as his hands spread her legs even further apart. She writhed and twisted, feeling his fingers press against her flesh, sliding along her thigh. She wanted to stop him, to stop this madness but her need burned through her stealing all reason and control. She knew she was his to do with as he wished, and she relished the thought. He began kissing again, wet caresses of his tongue, slowly making its way downward.”
Her moans were louder now, and I swore I heard her call my name. One hand was still resting on the door handle, and it was all I could do to not open the door. This was insane, and I knew I should stop, but it had gone too far already.
“She surrendered, opening her legs further as he continued his caresses. All thoughts of stopping this madness had fled, leaving only her all-consuming need. Again his tongue pressed into her, caressing her, driving her mad. Her legs began to tremble, as his tongue grazed across her clit. Her hands pulled his head tight against her as she began thrusting upward, her need taking complete control. The first waves of her orgasm washed over her, drowning her in pleasure as she cried out his name.”
I jumped as I felt a hand slide around my waist and grasp my cock. I let go of the door handle and spun around. Shelly was standing right behind me, smiling. She held her finger to her lips then grabbed my hand and pulled me to her room. Once inside she closed the door and locked it.
“What were you doing!” she whispered, a hint of anger in her voice.
“I was, I mean, I …” I stammered, not knowing what to say.
“What happened to taking it slow? Are you trying to get killed, or is all your blood stuck in your dick?”
I quickly related the events of the day, including mom’s sore back and the massage. I even told her about my cock pressing into mom’s ass. I blushed a little as I related that part, which made Shelly giggle.
“Well, I think you’ve pushed this about as far as you dare. Now you have to just let things simmer. Turn off the charm. Be nice, but not too nice. Get her thinking that maybe it was all in her imagination.”
“For how long?” I said, the disappointment obvious in my voice.
“Oh, don’t worry. I said let her wait a few days. I didn’t say anything about you waiting.” She said, her hand reaching out to grab my cock.
“As soon as she’s asleep tonight.” She added, giving my cock a firm squeeze.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV, and playing video games. Around four, mom came by to tell me she thought the paper was fine. I could sense a strain in her voice so I didn’t press her on it. Dinner was quiet, and mom went straight to bed afterward. Shelly and I sat up watching a movie, but all I could think of was the hint of what was going to happen later.
It was just after eleven when Shelly stood up and stretched, her movements pulling her blouse tight across her chest accentuating her nipples as they poked against the fabric.
“Well, it’s getting late.” She said, smiling. “I think I’ll go to bed.”
I started to get up but she held up her hand and shook her head. Then she turned and walked down the hallway. A moment later I heard a knock, followed by Shelly softly calling out mom’s name. There was no answer and a moment later she appeared in the doorway and motioned for me to follow her. As I stepped into her bedroom, she turned and smiled, her hands reaching up to unbutton her blouse.
“Let me.” I whispered, reaching out, my hands trembling.
I fumbled with the buttons, but she waited, smiling at me when I looked up into her eyes. Each button was an accomplishment, baring more of her smooth flesh. The blouse finally fell away, revealing a white lace bra with a silver clasp in front. I smiled, remembering that part in the story. My fingers shook horribly as they grazed against her skin. I fumbled with the clasp, but only briefly. As it too fell to the floor, I stood there, unsure what to do.
She grabbed me, pulling me to her as she stepped backwards, falling onto her bed. In moments, I was scrambling to remove my shorts as she slid hers off and tossed them to the floor. She pulled me to her, her fingers encircling my cock, guiding it between her legs. I nearly came right then and there, but she seemed to sense it, and stopped, allowing me to regain my control.
As my breathing finally settled, she guided the head of my cock against her opening. I could feel the wet heat, as my cock slid across. I remained still, propped on my hands, as she slowly thrust upward, her body beginning to shake as I entered her. Her legs hooked around mine as she pulled herself fully onto my cock. As our hips finally met, her hands reached up to grasp my head, pulling my face down to hers. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue diving into my mouth. I did my best to respond, but my mind was in overload. I could feel my cock beginning to pulse, once again on the verge of cumming.
She seemed to sense my need, only this time she didn’t stop. Her hands grabbed my back as she pushed upwards, her hips gyrating as she ground against me. My body took control, my hips thrusting into her and in moments, I exploded, blast after blast of cum shooting deep into her. Every blast seemed to only drive her into a greater frenzy. As for me, my body seemed to freeze, every muscle taught and rigid. I concentrated, willing my cock to stay hard as she thrust against me with abandon.
“Oh, Oh god.” She moaned, her words cutting through my mind.
“Oh, Oh god, that’s, oh god!” she cried out, her arms pulling me tight against her as she began shaking.
I could feel her pussy clenching and writhing around my cock, and I was certain she was cumming. I smiled inwardly, glad I had somehow managed to give her at least a fraction of the pleasure she had given me. As she collapsed to the bed, my cock slipping from her, I gazed down at her, mesmerized by the view. She had never looked so beautiful.
“What?” she whispered, breathlessly, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek.
“Nothing.” I replied, my lips moving to kiss her fingers.
She giggled, as my lips moved down her arm and across her chest. I slowly kissed my way across her chest, pausing to suck gently on each nipple. Her hands went to the back of my head, holding me gently as I moved down her body, sucking and kissing her soft flesh. I moved across the flat of her stomach, grinning as I saw her inhale sharply. I moved slowly, tracing a path to an obvious destination.
The first touch of my lips to her pussy made her cry out. Her hands, no longer gentle, grasped my head, as her hips thrust upwards, offering her pussy to my anxious mouth. I had no idea what I was doing, but I paid attention to how she reacted to my movements. I quickly learned what she enjoyed, and moved my tongue across the little nub of flesh, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as much as she did.
The buildup was slower this time. I’m not sure how long as each second seemed to stretch to eternity. There was nothing else that mattered except my sister, as she moaned words of encouragement to me. I began trying techniques I had seen in porn movies, but quickly learned they were not what she wanted. I returned to soft gentle probing of her insides along with caressing what must be her clit.
She suddenly stiffened, letting out a cry so loud I feared mom might come crashing into the room. I could feel her pussy clenching as she frantically thrust against my mouth, her hips bucking wildly as her hands gripped my head. I moved my tongue frantically, as she cried out again, fluids leaking from her pussy and running down my chin. As suddenly as she had started cumming, she pushed my head away, her breathing struggled and ragged.
“I can’t, I, you have to stop.” She whispered, grabbing at my shoulders and pulling me up her body.
My cock was once again rock hard, and as my chest slid across hers, my cock rubbed against her pussy. She twisted her hips, managing to quickly engulf my cock as she moaned into my neck, her teeth biting at my skin. I wanted to go slow; to make it last, but my own desire was driving me mad. I slammed into her, my hips thrusting frantically. She seemed of the same mind, thrusting back just as madly, our bodies slamming together noisily.
Any thought of the noise we were making was lost in our lust as I drove into her, each stroke rushing me headlong toward fulfillment. She cried out wordlessly, her hands clawing at my back, which only encouraged me to go harder, faster, deeper. Her legs wrapped around my waist, as her hands moved down to grab my hips. I could just make out her face as she cried out again, her body writhing and twisting. The spasms coursing through her were enough to send me over the edge, my own orgasm cashing over me, driving me deep into her hungry embrace.
We lay together, my body pressing into hers. My head was resting on her shoulder, and I could feel the rise and fall of her chest. Our breathing slowly synchronized, as her fingers danced across my back.
“I can hear your heartbeat.” I whispered, my lips brushing across her skin.
There was a soft click, and both of us turned in horror, expecting to see mom standing in the doorway. The door was still shut, but the sound had been enough to end the magic of the moment. The craziness of what we had just done coming crashing down around us.
“You better get to your room.” Shelly whispered, kissing my cheek.
I got up and walked to the door. I stood there nervously listening to the silence for several minutes before mustering the courage to open it. The hallway was empty. I quickly stepped out and moved down to my room, realizing at the last second that I had left my shorts in Shelly’s room. It was too late now. I just hoped she grabbed them in the morning and tossed them in the hamper.
My mind was whirling with all sorts of thoughts as I climbed into bed. I doubted I would get much sleep. I knew I should be nervous as hell but there I was filled with a deep sense of relaxed contentment. Before I knew it, the alarm was going off. I rolled over and shut off the alarm clock. It was almost eight thirty by the time I showered and got out the door. I only had two classes today, which I was glad for. I doubted I could have concentrated on anything anyway.
My classes seemed to fly by, or at least I remembered very little of what happened. Mrs. Jones gave a quick speech about how she would be grading the papers, which left me even happier that I had followed my sister’s advice. It was barely two o’clock when I arrived home. I was surprised to see mom’s car in the driveway. Nervousness immediately set in, as I walked into the house.
I called out as I walked in, wondering what she was doing home so early. There was no answer so I walked to the back door and peeked into the back yard, part of me hoping she had decided to use the hot tub again. She wasn’t there, so I walked down the hallway to her bedroom. I was reaching out to knock when the door opened.
“I thought I heard you.” Mom said, smiling.
“I, uhm, well…” I stammered, staring at her.
She was wearing her robe, but hadn’t bothered to tie it. It hung open revealing her bra and panties, and the little angel tattoo right below her belly button. I just stood there staring at it for several seconds before mom reached out and touched my arm.
“What? You didn’t think I noticed the reference.” She said, grasping my hand and stepping back into her room.
