The Paper





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.





The Paper Ch. 02





And now for mom.


My mind was whirling as mom pulled me into her bedroom. I wasn't sure what to expect. She should be angry at the least, even fuming mad, but she seemed calm. The fact that her robe hung open only served to confuse me, hinting at the impossible. I could see her bra, the thin white fabric barely hiding the smooth flesh underneath.

I knew the bra; I had looked at it many times while doing laundry. It hooked in front with a complicated clasp I had played with several times, imagining I was unhooking it. Her panties were the same semi-transparent white material. They clung smoothly to her skin outlining the treasure hidden beneath. The angel tattoo was clearly visible, smiling at me.

"There's no way that she could mean ..." I thought, my mind racing as she walked me to her bed and motioned for me to sit down.

"So, I take it that I was the subject of this story." She said softly, standing right in front of me, the tattoo right at eye level.

I just nodded, afraid to speak.

"And the laundry thing? You checked out my bras, mine and your sister's?"

I just nodded again.

"And the shower scene? How many times?"

"What?" I said, finally gaining my voice and looking up at her.

"How many times have you watched us, how many times have you stood by the door peeking in while one of us takes a shower?"

There was an edge to her voice now. It wasn't angry, but it wasn't comforting either. I just shrugged. To be honest I had no idea how many times.

"Whenever I could, I guess. Mostly it was you." I replied, looking down at the floor.

That was true. In fact, the only time I had managed to peek in on Shelly was the other night. I stared at the floor, concentrating, trying to will my cock to remain soft. It wasn't listening and slowly it began stretching the fabric of my shorts.

"And you thought I knew? You thought that my knowing you were there turned me on. You thought that I was giving you some sort of perverted peep show?"

"It never, I mean I never saw you..." I said, looking up at her face.

"I know you didn't, just like you never unhooked my bra. But you thought it, and you thought about unhooking my bra. You thought that the touch of your fingers would somehow overwhelm me, turn me to putty in your hands?"

She reached down and grabbed my hands, lifting them and placing them along the edge of her bra just above the swell of her breasts. I felt a tremble, but I wasn't sure if it was her or me.

"Go ahead, unhook it David. Let's see if I can resist your touch." She said, releasing my hands.

I looked up at her, as my hands shaking as they slowly moved down over the swell of her breast. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was actually touching my mom's tits. She was biting her lip as she watched me. My hands trembled as they brushed across the points of her nipples. She shuddered, as my fingers reached the clasp of her bra. This time I was certain it was her shuddering. I fumbled with it, trying to unhook it but my fingers didn't seem to want to do what I told them.

"Take your time." She whispered; her voice different, softer.

I took a deep breath, biting my lip as I tried to concentrate on the clasp. It was like a bad dream, as my fingers seemed to refuse to do what my mind told them. It took what seemed like forever before the clasp moved. I almost cried out in triumph as the clasp finally released. I was expecting the bra to fly open revealing her glorious breasts but, it merely parted slightly, the fabric still clinging to her skin. Somehow it was far more erotic, her breasts free yet still protected.

My hands trembled as I slowly pushed the fabric back, smiling awkwardly as I looked up at her. It was like being in a dream, the most erotic, wonderful dream imaginable. Inch by inch I pushed back the fabric, my hands shaking as more of her flesh came in to view. I could see goosebumps appearing on her skin as the bra finally fell away.

"Well?" she said, all the sternness that had been in her voice was gone.

"I, uhm, well..." I whispered, my fingers trembling as I touched her soft skin.

"Am I yours now, David? To do with as you wish?" she said, her voice now barely more than a whisper.

"It's not, I mean, that isn't what I wanted. I wanted you to want this too."

"And if I did, if I told you that I've been dreaming of this, that I can't think of anything else. If I told you that just your touch makes me tremble with desire?"

Her hands came up, grasping the back of my head, pulling me to her chest. I resisted the urge to attack her breasts hungrily. Instead, I kissed gently, softly brushing my tongue across her flesh, as she trembled. I could hear her breathing, every breath seeming like a struggle.

My hands slid to her waist, resting gently on the edge of her panties. I wanted to pull them down, to unmask her womanhood. My own body was shaking as moment by moment she drove me mad.

I pressed against the fabric, nudging it down slightly, trying to gauge her reaction. She let out a little gasp and her hips thrust forward as her hands pulled me even tighter against her breasts. Encouraged, I slipped my fingers under the elastic and eased her panties lower. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tremble against my hands. She moaned softy and collapsed backwards, pulling me with her. Her hands released my head and moved to my shoulders, pushing me downward.

It was all the encouragement I needed, as I grasped her panties and shoved them down. I moved down her body, planting wet kisses as I went. I felt her feet shift as she kicked free of her panties and wrapped her legs around my back. I tried to move slowly, but she pushed hard against my shoulders, urging me to hurry.

Her pussy was completely shaven, and smelled of the body lotion she loved so much. The aroma was intoxicating, drawing me in. My tongue darted out, parting her pussy lips, making her jump. I wanted to take my time, to explore every inch of her, but she grasped the back of my head, pushing me tight against her as her hips began to gyrate, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

I could feel her legs tense every time I managed to brush my tongue across her clit. She was dripping wet, her juices coating my face as she humped my mouth. I reached under her, my hands holding her ass in the air as she ground desperately against me. She held my head so tight against her pussy that I was having trouble catching my breath, but I didn't care. All that mattered was her, her need, her pleasure. She cried out softly, her words encouragement to my ears, urging me on. Each stroke of my tongue gave me courage, and her hips thrusting against me, urged me to move faster.

She began bucking wildly, her hips rocking up, grinding her pussy against my mouth as I tried to explore ever crevice of her insides. She moaned incoherently, her sounds meaning nothing but boldly declaring the pleasure she was experiencing. Suddenly she stiffened, her legs squeezing me as her feet dug into my back. She writhed and bucked in irregular spasms, her whole body convulsing as she came. The sudden gush of fluids caught me by surprise, splashing against my chin and running down her thighs onto the bed.

I had heard about this, even saw it on the internet, but until that moment I had never really believed it. I pulled my head back in surprise as she shuddered, fluids spraying out in short bursts, further soaking me. Slowly she collapsed back onto the bed. I slid my hands from beneath her ass as I stared at her pussy, her fluids still dripping from the opening. I looked up at her, her fluids dripping from my face. She smiled at me and started to giggle.

"I guess I should have warned you." She said, holding out her arms to me.

I slid up her body, leaving a trail of her fluids across her stomach and chest. As our lips met, our tongues diving into each other's mouth, I reached down, frantically peeling my shorts down, allowing my cock to spring free. It immediately slid between her legs, lodging against her soaked pussy.

Mom reacted immediately, writhing and twisting as she pushed me to the side and rolled over facing me. Her fingers traced a path across my chest as I grasped at her, trying to pull her to me. She placed her hand against my chest and leaned in, kissing my cheek.

"Not yet, David." She whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "I want this to last. I want to take our time."

I watched her as she slowly kissed her way down my body, every touch of her lips making me shudder. As her mouth crossed my stomach, her chin brushing against my rigid cock she grabbed my shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. Her face was directly in front of my cock, and she didn't hesitate, her lips parting as she slowly engulfed my member. I could feel it hit against the back of her mouth, and I nearly came as she forced her head forward, momentarily taking my cock into her throat before sliding back up to lick the head.

Her lips gripped at my cock as she slowly moved her head up and down, nearly my entire length sliding in and out of her mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling as she realized what I already knew. My cock was pulsing, ready to explode at any moment. She increased her pace, occasionally allowing the head of my cock to slip into her throat. I was trembling, my toes curling as I struggled to hold out, wanting this to last.

I tried staring at the ceiling, counting backwards, anything to distract me, but it was no help. My muscles tightened, and it was too late. The first blast of my cum shot straight into her mouth and she swallowed it without hesitation.

Mom released my cock from her mouth just as the second blast exploded, letting it spray across her face. The third blast landed on her tits before she wrapped her lips back around it, draining the last of my cum. My whole body was tingling as I stared at her, watching my cum drip off her cheeks and tits.

"Now we're even." She said, her fingers rubbing the cum off her cheeks and sliding into her mouth.

She slid up slowly, her body rubbing against mine, smearing my cum across my stomach and chest. Slipping her hands around my neck, she pulled my mouth to hers, her tongue parting my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue. To my surprise, it didn't disgust me, in fact, it excited me. Her tits slid across my chest, the skin slippery with my cum as she explored my mouth with her tongue. I could already feel my cock beginning to harden as she slid over it, the touch of her skin offering a long awaited for promise.

She broke off the kiss as her fingers encircled my cock, guiding it to her dripping opening. She looked up at me, smiling as she brushed the head of my cock across her pussy several times before finally allowing it to slip inside. I wanted to take it slow, to watch her expression as I gave her inch after inch, but my hips rammed upward as soon as she released me, driving my cock fully into her in one quick thrust.

"Oh god, this is it!' I thought as I felt her pussy struggling to grip my slick cock.

Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip as her hips slowly began to gyrate. I had watched enough porn to know I should be slamming into her for all I was worth, but all I wanted to do was stay there, buried fully inside her as she writhed and twisted on my cock. Her hands pressed into my chest as she leaned forward, her tits swaying back and forth inches from my mouth. Pressing down with my heels, I lifted myself up and hunched my back, forcing my cock even deeper as my pelvis ground against her clit.

Her writhing and twisting became fevered as she started slamming into me, each thrust accompanied by little gasps of pleasure. I watched her tits as they swayed wildly, her need taking complete control as she lifted herself up until my cock was almost out before thrusting back down, crying out in pleasure as our bodies met with an audible slap. Her fingers dug into my chest, grabbing at me as she thrust hard against me, her body beginning to shake. Her head swayed from side to side as she gasped, struggling to take me in as deep as possible.

I could feel her pussy clutching at my cock, the muscles trembling. I knew she was close, and I pressed myself upward, wanting to be as deep as possible when she came. Suddenly she went stiff, her mouth opening as if to cry out as her fluids gushed around my cock. She looked down at me, her hips twitching, her pussy clamping around my cock, trying to hold me fast as her fluids pulsed around me, and down the crack of my ass. Slowly she began to relax, her fingers no longer digging into my chest.

I moved slowly, flexing my hips, sliding my cock in and out an inch at a time, as she slowly lowered herself to my chest, her nipples burning holes in my skin. I reached down, grabbing her ass and rolled sideways, my cock still buried deep in her soaking wet pussy. She let out a soft gasp as I rolled on top of her, my cock sliding even deeper into her.

I grabbed her legs one at a time lifting it to my shoulders. I pressed into her, my cock seeming to drive even deeper. Her eyes opened wide as stroke by stroke I increased my pace. My balls slapped against her ass noisily as I slammed into her with all my strength. I could feel my cock beginning to pulse and swell with each stroke.

The impact of my thrusts drove her into the bed, her tits bouncing wildly with each stroke. My entire being was consumed by the thought of fucking her as I slammed into her with every ounce of strength I had. I could feel her pussy pulsing and trembling, as her fluids began gushing freely. I didn't even pause, my cock ramming into her as deep as I could.

"Oh God, Mom!" I shouted out, pressing hard against her as my cock began pulsing and spraying what little I had left.

The sensations overwhelmed me, as her cunt massaged my spraying cock, pulling the last bits of cum from me. I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath as her fingers caressed my back. We stayed like that for some time, my cock slowly shrinking and sliding from her pussy.

Finally, I rolled onto my side, my hand draped across her stomach. My fingers began tracing small circles across her tattoo.

Suddenly she started laughing, real, gut wrenching laughter. I leaned up, watching her tits jiggle as she laughed. I couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and caress them, my fingers rubbing across her nipples. She rolled toward me, her laughter finally subsiding. Leaning in, she smiled and kissed my cheek.

"We better get dressed." She said, her fingers tracing a path down my chest, stopping just short of my cock.

I was sitting in the living room pretending to watch television when Shelly walked in. She smiled at me as she tossed her books on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch. I couldn't help but watch her, my mind comparing her to mom. I knew I shouldn't, but I did.

"What?" she said, noticing my gaze.

"Uhm, nothing. I was just, well I was just admiring you." I replied, not wanting to lie but not wanting to be completely honest.

"You're a kook." She laughed slapping my arm playfully.

I grabbed her ribs, tickling her. She let out a scream and in seconds we were rolling around on the floor, laughing. I ended up on my back with her sitting astride my stomach. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see her pussy outlined against the thin fabric of her panties. I stared at the sight, my cock responding immediately. She smiled, noticing my stare, then leaned down and kissed my cheek before rolling off me and jumping back on the couch.

Just then mom walked in, still dressed in her robe. When she saw Shelly, she quickly tied it shut but not before Shelly noticed. As mom walked into the kitchen, Shelly looked at me questioningly. I didn't know how to respond, but I wasn't going to lie to her. I just nodded nervously. She smiled, and gave me a thumb's up sign, which made me sigh in relief.

"I'm going to sit in the hot tub for a while.

It's been a hard day." Mom called out, "Anyone want to join me?"

Shelly struggled not to giggle, holding her hand over her mouth. When neither of us answered, she called out again.

"I've got to get to the library." Shelly said, "My last final is tomorrow and I need some study time."

"Me too!" I added, before Shelly could stop me.

The truth was, I didn't have any more finals, but I wanted to talk to Shelly. Okay, so maybe talking wasn't exactly all that I had in mind, but it was at least a part of it. She seemed fine with what had happened, but I still wanted to talk to her.

"Okay, just don't be too late." Mom said, peeking back into the living room.

She had untied her robe and it hung open. I was relieved to see that she had put on her bikini. It hid less than her bra and panties, but somehow made her look more dressed. Still, it was enough to draw my attention.

"And could you pick something up for dinner. I just don't have the energy to cook." She added as she spun around and walked outside.

We were barely out of the driveway when Shelly turned to me.

"Okay, spill it. I want all the details." She said, her hand reaching out to brush my cheek before she turned back and started down the road.

The words tumbled out as I started relating what had happened. Shelly interrupted me, her hand reaching out to rest on my thigh.

"Slow down. You're rushing through this like you rush through everything. I want to hear every detail."

I took several deep breaths and calmed down, as I carefully thought through what had happened. Almost five minutes went by before I finally spoke, the afternoon clearly laid out in my mind.

I chose my words carefully, pretending this was another story I was writing rather than something that had actually happened. The difference was subtle, but it was enough.

As I got to the part about mom cumming, her fluids practically spraying my face Shelly interrupted me.

"You're kidding, right?' She said, momentarily glancing over at me. "Mom, I mean she..."

I just nodded, smiling.

"That's crazy. I mean, I never thought... It's, well anyway, what did you do?

"There wasn't much I could do. I mean, by then, things were too far gone to do anything else. I just went with it, it was, well ..."

"Sorry. I mean, I just wasn't expecting that mom was like that. Go ahead, finish."

By the time I finished, we were pulling into the library parking lot. Shelly shut off the car and looked over at me, smiling.

"You really have a final tomorrow?" she said, her hand sliding across my thigh to caress my now rock hard cock.

"No." I admitted, taking a deep breath as her fingers danced along the length of my shaft.

"Good, cause I've always wanted to do something." She said, grabbing the keys and climbing out.

She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into the library. She tossed her books down on a table loud enough for the worker to give us a dirty look before pulling me up the stairs and down a narrow corridor between racks of books. We ended up in a dead end alcove practically hidden behind the aisles of books. She turned to me, her hands grabbing at my shirt, pulling me to her.

"You just have to promise to keep quiet." She whispered in my ear as her fingers worked at my shorts.

In moments she had my cock out. She lifted her skirt and bent down, sliding her panties off and handing them to me. She stepped in close to me, her hands grabbing mine and placing them on her ass. I got the hint immediately, and lifted her up, my cock managing to slide easily between her thighs. It still took a bit of wiggling for her to manage to get things lined up, but when she finally did, I almost cried out as she slid down my cock, her pussy seeming to convulse, the muscles contracting around my shaft. She wrapped her legs around me, grinding herself down onto my cock.





Burying her head against my shoulder, Shelly tightened her grip around my neck as her hips began to writhe and twist, forcing me deeper into her drenched pussy. To say the least, it was awkward, and I found it almost impossible to effectively move inside her. She didn't seem to mind, her breathing coming in short gasps as she began writhing wildly. Her lips sought mine, as I felt her stiffen, her body shaking. I could feel her trembling, her pussy clenching at my cock as she moaned into my mouth.

As her movements became more pronounced I stumbled back, banging into a rack of books, knocking several to the floor. I winced at the sound, but Shelly didn't even react, as she tilted her head back, gasping. I steadied myself, letting her control the pace. Little moans escaped her lips as she hunched against me, her hips writhing and twisting, forcing me to constantly change my grip to avoid dropping her.

"Ugh, oh God!" she cried out, her body shaking, her arms pulling me tight.

She buried her lips against my neck, as she shook, her orgasm sweeping over her. As she slowly relaxed, her legs dropping to the floor she slipped from my cock, her legs so wobbly she nearly fell. Turning her back to me, she bent over and reached back, her fingers encircling my cock, drawing my forward. I didn't need any more encouragement. I stepped forward, easing my cock into her pussy. I meant to take it slow, to enjoy the sensation, but as soon as my cock brushed past the lips of her pussy she pushed backwards, impaling herself on my shaft.

"Oh, God! Fuck me, David." She hissed, as I began sliding in and out, my balls slapping noisily against her.

It was all the encouragement I needed, as I slammed into her, my thrusts nearly lifting her off the floor. She grabbed hold of the bookshelf to steady herself, as I pounded into her, each thrust forcing a soft gasp from her lips. I knew this was crazy, but the craziness made it even more exciting. I shoved her skirt up higher, admiring her smooth round ass as I hammered away, each stroke slowly building me toward my own orgasm.

I'm not sure if it was the rattle of the bookshelf, the sound of footsteps, or the gasp of surprise that that made me look down the hall just as the librarian stepped into view.

"Fuck!" I shouted, releasing Shelly's hips and pulling my cock from her gripping pussy.

"Oh shit!" Shelly cried out as she realized what was going on.

We both took off running, scrambling past the shocked woman. Shelly's skirt was still hiked up revealing her naked ass, and my cock was swaying back and forth as I ran. At the last second I remembered Shelly's books and grabbed them in mid stride as we dashed by.

By the time we reached the car, Shelly was laughing. She had managed to pull her skirt down, but my cock was still sticking out, covered in her juices. There was no sign of the librarian as we jumped into the car and sped away. By then I was laughing as loud as Shelly was.

"You're crazy." We both said, our laughter forcing Shelly to pull the car over.





The Paper Ch. 03





And what about the Professor.


This chapter of the story deals strictly with Professor Jones. Like the first chapter it contains a good bit of imagination, things the character draws up in their own mind. I am putting these in italics to help clarify that fact. Hopefully they will come through in the final product this time. As a rule, my stories are meant to draw you in, tickle your imagination and make you a part of it. As such, I tend to leave a lot of descriptive details out. Professor Jones could easily be your next door neighbor, or the woman you saw at the grocery store.

She might be short, she might be tall, long dark hair or short blonde. She is as real as you want to make her. Please make her as real as you can. My story will reveal her inner self, the reality of what she thinks, what she feels and what she needs. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

Bridget Jones sat at her desk, staring at the pile of papers. She had already skimmed through most of them, and determined very few actually deserved reading. It was one thing to spew out some pornographic images that served as nothing more than male masturbation material. It was quite another to put together a comprehensive story that flowed with real to life characters and a story line that seemed believable.

That had been the whole point of using such a difficult subject. Of the twenty-six papers turned in, she judged over half to fall way short of the mark, and not worth a second glance. Of the rest there were maybe ten worth at least skimming through again, and maybe three that she actually would read. She took a sip of her wine, and sat back, staring out the window. Her husband, Mark, was in the back yard working on one of his projects, an old truck that was more rust than it was truck.

"Christ, he spends more time with that truck than he does with me." She thought, reaching out and grabbing one of the folders.

It wasn't always that way. Their first few years together were filled with sex, sometimes three or four times a day. But that had died off after Kevin was born. At first, she had lost interest, the pressure of raising a child, holding down a full time teaching position as well as working on her master degree ad left little time for anything else. By the time her hectic pace had slowed, and Kevin had grown, Mark no longer had the interest. Oh, they still had sex, once or twice a week, but it was almost mechanical, a short episode of inconvenience in a busy day. She missed the passion, the trembling desire.

Pulling her red pencil from behind her ear, she adjusted her glasses to sit more comfortably on her nose before leaning back and opening the folder. It was one of those she had already decided was not worth reading, so she skimmed through it and quickly made some comments as to the general nature of the paper. It was too bad that the student had put so little thought into it. It was obvious the author was disgusted with the subject of bondage, just by the hurried way they rushed through the actual scenes. She and Mark had tried it once. Bondage wasn't her thing, but she saw how some people could find it erotic.

Bridget quickly went through those that she had considered not worth reading, making what comments she deemed helpful. By the time she was done, she had finished her wine. After refilling her glass, she settled back into her chair with the three that she deemed worth closer scrutiny. She quickly put a face to each of the authors, as she scanned the pages one more time. All three were on the subject of incest, which didn't surprise her. The subject was probably the best to be able to create real to life characters. It's easy to breathe life into a brother or sister when you already have one. Plus the pitfalls and emotional traps can make such tales truly captivating. What did surprise her however, were the students, in particular, David Wilson.

Although his other papers had always been filled with detail, he tended to rush through them, always in a hurry to get from one bit of excitement to another. He never took the time to develop things, to flesh them out. In this one he had devoted three entire paragraphs to removing a bra. Even the few places that he seemed to rush, things melded well, as the characters seemed as rushed as the story did. She knew she could tear it apart grammatically, but that wasn't the point. This was a creative writing project, and she wanted to judge it as such.

By the time she started to read the shower scene, Bridget was beginning to feel a part of the story. She paused to take another sip of her wine and realized her glass was empty again. She filled it back up and began reading again. Without thinking, her hand drifted down between her legs, lightly caressing the swell of her womanhood. She felt she knew the woman in the story, felt her torment.

The soft click of the door and the gentle rush of cool air told her that she was being watched. She wanted to look over, to see her admirer. She knew who it was, who it had been for weeks. She was afraid, afraid of what might happen, but even more afraid that it might end. She leaned against the wall of the shower, her hands caressing her body, seeking satisfaction she had been denied for so long. She wanted to call out his name, to reassure him, to encourage him, to invite him in. But she was afraid, afraid that he wouldn't, that if she slid back the curtain and invited him in she would break the spell and he would flee. Instead, she just stood there, her fingers shaking as they caressed her flesh. Her admirer, just by his presence, fueled the fire within her, helping build the excitement until her legs trembled, threatening to buckle. She almost called out his name, as her body tensed, her orgasm washing through her.

Bridget read through the paper, every scene jumping to vivid life. She knew all of it, had lived through all of it. The quick glances half-caught, the shadow in the doorway watching her as she changed, the lingering hugs that seemed so much more than they should be, it was all real to her. It had been real, so very real. It still was. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.

They were standing face to face. Her robe was hanging open, her bra and panties hiding little. She could almost feel the blazing desire within him as he stared at her, sending her own need bursting into flame. He stood there shaking, already a man, but still a frightened little boy. Even his fear mirrored her own. She wanted him, wanted him to want her. She tried to smile, but it felt awkward. She reached out, trying to reassure him as she lifted his hands to her chest.

Bridget jumped at the sound of the door opening. Her son, Kevin stood in the doorway.

"How's it going?" he asked, standing in the doorway.

"Oh, uhm, I'm fine." She replied, quickly pulling her hand away from her groin.

"God he looks good." She thought, staring at her son.

She knew he'd been peeking at her when she showered. And his casual brushes against her in the kitchen had become more daring lately. Just looking at him had her already moist pussy pulsing with desire. She wondered what he would do if she ...

She stood up, and looked over at her son. Watching his reaction she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. His eyes went wide, but to her relief he didn't bolt out the door. She could see her hand shaking as she held it out to him, urging him to her. Her voice cracked as she whispered his name, trying to encourage him. As their fingers touched she jumped, the feeling almost electric. She knew she should stop this insanity but she couldn't. She pulled his hand to her chest, guiding his fingers to the clasp on the front of her bra.

"Are you alright, mom?" Kevin said, staring at his mom as she sat in the chair.

"What? Oh, I'm fine." Bridget said, looking up at her son. "Did you need something?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home until late. Calc final is tomorrow, and I'm headed to study group."

"Oh, uhm, okay. I guess I'll see you in the morning then." Bridget said.

As he turned and walked out, Bridget looked over at her wine glass. It was almost empty again. Picking it up, she drained the contents and refilled it before reopening the paper and continuing reading.

It was almost midnight by the time Bridget had gotten through all the papers. At some point, she thought her husband had stopped in to let her know he was going to bed, but she wasn't sure. Not that it mattered, she didn't plan on going to bed any time soon. She stacked the folders up neatly on the corner of her desk then finished the last bit of wine in her glass. She picked up the bottle and was surprised to find it empty. Shaking her head, she put it back down and walked to the living room.

She wasn't sure how long she stood at the window staring into the darkness before the bright glare of headlights in the driveway announced that her son was home. It was like lightning striking her as an insane plan unfolded in her mind. She rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom, making sure she left the door partially open. Peeling off her clothes, she stood, waiting to hear the sound of the door opening before turning on the water and stepping into the shower. She left the shower door open just enough so she could just see through the bathroom door into the hallway, or more importantly, so whoever was in the hallway could just see into the shower.

Leaning against the shower wall, she closed her eyes, letting the hot water pelt against her skin, helping to build her already skyrocketing arousal. Her pubic hair was cut close and neatly trimmed, becoming almost invisible as the water soaked through it. Her legs were already trembling as she caressed herself, struggling to keep her movements slow and deliberate. She wanted to look out, to see if he was there yet, but she didn't dare. If he was there, if he saw her looking, she might frighten him off. Worse yet would be if he wasn't there, if he wasn't attracted to her at all. She didn't think she could handle that.

The sound was faint, barely audible over the sound of the water. She wasn't even sure she heard it, but it didn't matter. She closed her eyes tighter, her mind filling with images. He was there, standing at the door. His cock was out, pulsing angrily as he slowly stroked it. His eyes glued to the scene in front of him. Bridget wanted desperately for him to like what he saw, to want it, to want to be with her.

"Oh yes, that's so good." She thought, her mind begging him to move closer.

Her fingers took on a life of their own, working feverishly as her shaking legs threatened to give out. She was so close, so close. She just needed him to reach out, to touch her. Just a brief caress would be enough.

"Oh, Oh God! Kevin!" She whispered, her need consuming her. She collapsed to the shower floor, realizing too late that the words she had spoken in her mind had actually escaped her lips.

The quick footsteps and the door closing softly told her all she needed to know. She nearly burst into tears, as the realization that she had scared him off settled in. It was several minutes before she was able to lift herself up. She closed the shower door and stood underneath the spray, hoping the hot water would wash away the hurt and guilt. Her legs still trembled as she dropped her head, letting the water spray through her hair and run down across her chest.

"Who am I kidding?" she thought, shielding her eyes and looking down at her body.

She was almost forty-five. Her tits never were big, even after having Kevin. And time and gravity had taken their toll. Her stomach was almost flat, but not the smooth flatness of youth. Her ass, which had always been her best asset had even started to sag, the muscles no longer the toned smoothness of the past. There was nothing left that spoke of her youth, nothing left to attract a young man. Still, he was her son, and she loved him. She needed to fix this, to somehow make it right. She would go to him. She would apologize and try to explain. The sound of the door closing brought her back to reality.

"Was it him?" She thought hopefully. "He had second thoughts and returned. He's come for me."

She stood with her hand on the faucet, afraid to even breathe. She silently begged him to open the shower, to step in behind her and encircle her in his arms. She would give herself to him, right here, right now, to hell with the consequences.

Her heart sank as she saw the shadow pass across the glass door followed moments later by the sound of peeing.

"Are you alright?" Mark's voice crashed through the silence.

"Uhm, uhm, I'm fine." She managed to choke out, afraid her voice would betray her thoughts.

"Okay. I'll be gone for a couple of days. There's a guy in Toledo that has a transmission for the truck. I can get it for five hundred but I have to get it by Wednesday."

"Sure." She replied, uncertain whether she should be mad or excited. "When you leaving?"

"First thing in the morning. Are you coming to bed soon?"

"In a little bit. I still have some papers to grade."

"Okay. Could you flush the toilet when you get out?"

She didn't respond, as he walked out, leaving the door open when he did.

Bridget sat at her desk staring at the folders. She tried to blame them for the horrifying thoughts that had filled her head, but she knew that wasn't the reason. The fact that Kevin had grown into a handsome young man wasn't the reason either. She tried pushing the blame off on her neglecting husband, but that didn't stick. She knew the reason, knew it deep down, and slowly she admitted it. She was afraid, afraid of getting old; afraid of what she had missed, afraid that it was too late.

Looking over at the stack of papers she reached out and grabbed one, hoping to distract herself, to get something other than her son to ramble through her mind. She barely made it through the first two paragraphs before tossing it down, disgusted. Closing the paper, she scribbled a note across the front before tossing it aside and picking up another. It was no use. Each paper left her frustrated after the first few paragraphs. There was no passion, no emotion. She might as well have been reading stock reports. She struggled through, forcing herself to concentrate and try to give each report a fair review when all the while all she wanted was to toss them in the rubbish.

She kept glancing back at the one David had written, struggling with the desire to open it up, to let it carry her away. Every lousy paper only made the desire burn even stronger until she could no longer help herself. She picked it up, her fingers shaking as she opened it. At first, the awkward sentences distracted her, allowing her to remain objective. Slowly, as the pages flipped by, she found herself inserting her own words when the written ones seemed awkward. Once more, her hand drifted down, caressing between her legs as she was swallowed up by the passion in the story.

She scolded herself as she gripped the counter, trying to remain steady. He was her son, and she had no business feeling the way she did. It didn't matter. She couldn't help herself. She tried to stop, to shake the feelings from her head but it did no good. The fact that she had already crossed that line once, and allowed her need to control her was no excuse. She was the mother. It was her job to put an end to it, to stop it now.

He didn't say a word as he walked over to her, his muscles rippling with each step. She could see his hardness pressing against his shorts. She knew what he wanted, and she knew she had to find the strength to refuse him, to refuse her own desire. He smiled weakly as he touched her chin, his fingers so delicate she could hardly tell they were there. She needed to stop, to shout for him to leave her be, but her lips wouldn't form the words. His hand slid around her waist.

She reached for him, intending to push him away, to explain that what happened was a mistake, a mistake that they couldn't repeat. She had to stop this madness. He leaned in, kissing her neck as his hands slid slowly across her chest, easily unbuttoning her blouse. His hands quickly slipped inside as his mouth caressed her neck. His fingers massaged her breasts, the touch of his skin making her tremble.

"You should have worn a bra." She scolded herself, knowing full well why she hadn't.

Her blouse fell to the floor as he slowly kissed his way down across her chest. She could feel his fingers fumbling with her shorts. It was her last bastion of defense, and she watched in horror as he slowly slid them down her legs. She couldn't stop him now. She didn't even want to anymore.

Bridget knew it was her own fingers, but in her mind it was Kevin's tongue, caressing her clit, gently exploring her opening. She knew it was wrong, she knew she should stop, but she didn't want to. Her legs began to tremble, and she couldn't help herself. Closing her eyes, she pictured Kevin between her legs, his tongue caressing the very depths of her body. It was what she wanted, what she needed, what she was going to have.

"Oh God, Kevin." She whispered, as her pussy clenched at her fingers, fluids oozing from her opening.

Her legs began to tremble as her fingers took control, stroke by stroke building her need until it consumed her. She collapsed back in the chair, letting the paper fall from her hand. Her desire sated, but still lingering in the back of her mind. She knew what it was she wanted, what it was that would satisfy her, she just didn't dare admit it. Standing up, she slowly made her way to her bedroom, careful not to wake her husband.

Bridget woke to the sound of the front door slamming. Rolling onto her side she glanced out the window, just as Mark started his truck and sped out of the driveway. She vaguely remembered him saying something before he left, but she couldn't remember what it was. All she could remember was the dream that had repeated itself seemingly all night. She was about to get up when she heard the sound of the shower turning on. She leaned back, closing her eyes. Images of Kevin flashed through her head, images of him standing in the shower, his hard young body glistening with water. She wondered if he had left the door open for her, like she had for him. She wondered if she had the courage to do what she so desperately wanted him to do.

She didn't think about it, or second guess herself. Grabbing her robe, she stood up and slipped it on. She didn't bother to tie it, hoping if things went as planned she wouldn't be wearing it long. Stepping up to the bathroom door, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her hand trembled as she reached out and grasped the knob.

Time seemed to stand still as she slowly opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. She paused, listening to the sound of the water splashing, the sound seeming to pulse in time to her own heartbeat. She took a step forward, struggling to control her breathing. She looked at the shower, her son's image barely recognizable through the glass. She pushed her robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as she reached out and grabbed the handle. Her mind screamed for her to stop this madness, but the desire burning inside ignored it. Biting her lip she slid the door open and stepped quickly inside, before her common sense could stop her.

"You're crazy." She thought to herself, but the images still lingered.

She glanced over at the nightstand, thinking of what lay in the top drawer. Before she could change her mind, her hand was reaching into the drawer, pulling out her trusty friend. Adjusting the speed to as low as possible, she kicked back the sheets. The smooth coolness of the vibrator made her shiver as she slowly caressed it across her stomach. She wanted to take her time, to really enjoy it, but she knew Kevin would be out of the shower soon. Closing her eyes, she slowly slid the vibrator downward, her hips bucking involuntarily as it brushed across her opening. Images of Kevin standing in the shower flashed through her head.





"It isn't what I want, but it will do." She thought as she slowly rubbed the fake cock across her pussy.

The sound of the door alerted him and he turned just as she stepped into the shower. He started to shout out in surprise, as he turned, but the words stuck in his throat as he saw her nakedness. His cock immediately sprang to attention, pointing straight at her.

She stepped forward, her hands reaching out shakily. She didn't speak, afraid doing so would bring reality crashing down around her. Her fingers encircled her son's cock, trembling as they felt his hardness. Her touch seemed to break the trance and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body. She guided his cock between her legs, shuddering as it slid along her opening. She squeezed her legs together, holding him in place as she slid up and down his length.

Feeling his cock beginning to throb, she reluctantly released her grip and allowed him to spring free. She wanted him to cum, but she wanted him to cum inside her. She turned around slowly, reaching between her legs to grab his cock and guide it to her hungry opening. She heard him grunt, as his hands dropped to her ass and his hips thrust forward. He slid into her easily, his cock filling her completely. She pushed back hard, relishing the feeling of being filled with a hard pulsing cock that was so obviously excited to be inside her.

As his orgasm subsided Kevin collapse against the wall of the shower. His head filled with images of his mother standing in the shower having an orgasm as she called out his name. He had been watching her for as long as he could remember, catching glimpses here and there, and even sneaking to the bathroom doorway when she was taking a shower. But last night was different. Last night he had watched her cum, and heard her call out his name as she did. Reaching up he turned off the shower and opened the shower door. Grabbing a towel he dried off and climbed out. Since his mom was still asleep he turned off the lights and stepped into the hallway, his cock still semi-hard. He stood in the hallway for several seconds, staring at the door to his parent's room. He had heard his dad leave, and knew mom was in bed asleep.

His cock immediately began to harden as he walked slowly to the door, opening it as quiet as he could. What he saw was far better than he could have hoped, as he stared at his mother on her knees with her ass in the air, a massive vibrator sliding in and out of her dripping cunt.

Bridget heard the faint click of the door. It registered somewhere in the back of her mind, screaming that she should stop and cover herself. It was a scream that went unheeded as she thrust and twisted the vibrator inside her aching pussy. Instead of stopping, she actually increased the pace, her need taking complete control. Little gasps of pleasure escaped her lips as she began to tremble, on the verge of an orgasm.

She felt the bed shift and she knew what was happening. She didn't dare look back, didn't dare acknowledge his presence. Still, the knowledge of him being there was enough. She cried out, her body writhing and twisting as she came. She felt him touch her ass, his hands soft, and gentle. She let the vibrator slip from her opening and plop to the bed, offering herself to him, wordlessly begging him as she flexed backwards.

The bed shifted again and she felt it; his cock, hot and slick, sliding across her pussy. She wiggled her ass, hoping to trap him, hoping to capture him before he could retreat. Suddenly everything lined up and he was inside her, his cock sliding deep into her slick pussy, reaching parts the dildo just couldn't touch. She couldn't help herself, as he slowly began fucking her she glanced back, smiling at him.

"Oh god, yes. That's it, baby." She cried out, her back arching as she thrust backwards, impaling herself on his rigid cock.

She could feel his fingers gripping her hips as he began thrusting into her, each stroke harder, faster, and more desperate. For her own part Bridget was going mad, her body felt like it was on fire as she arched her back, her hips writhing and twisting against her son's cock. It was more than she could withstand, her whole body began to convulse as she accepted the fact that her son was driving his cock deep into her pussy. She screamed his name, humping back against him as she came, her orgasm overwhelming her.

"That was, uhm, I mean, Mom?" Kevin said, as Bridget humped feverishly against him, her pussy clenching at his cock.

"Don't stop, baby. Please don't stop." Bridget begged, her ass writhing and twisting, her whole body shaking. Her orgasm had become an almost continuous wave, crashing against her mind, pausing only long enough for her to gain a single breath before crashing over her again.

Even in her frenzied state, Bridget could feel his cock beginning to swell and pulse. She knew he was about to cum, and she cried out, encouraging him, begging him to fill her. She never wanted anything so badly in her life. His hands dug into her flesh, holding her fast as he thrust deep into her, his cock pulsing, as he exploded. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as his molten seed filled her. Her whole body began to shake as jet after jet of his steamy seed exploded deep within her.

She could feel tears dripping down her cheeks, as she clenched at the bed, not wanting him to stop, not wanting him to slide out. Slowly, her body quit shaking, and she could feel his cock beginning to soften. She kept her face buried in the pillow, savoring every second he was still in her. Finally his hands loosened their grip, and she collapsed to the mattress, her legs too weak to support her weight. He fell down beside her, his hand draped across her back. They stayed like that for several minutes, neither speaking as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

She could feel his fingers tracing small circles in her back and she turned to look at him, smiling.

"When's your Calc final." She whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek.

"Not til eleven." He replied, turning his head and drawing her fingers into his mouth.

"Good." She replied, lifting herself up and climbing on top of him.





