An Anthology of Forbidden Erotica: 28 Depraved Tales (21 page)

She then took explicit pictures of herself topless with my cum on her chest in the mirror. Once she had the pictures she wanted, she gleefully sent it to him before wiping her breasts clean and putting her top back on.
***THE CHRISTMAS PARTY***
It was mid-afternoon and the party went off without a hitch. Our house was filled laugher and talking from friends who were all glad to see each other again. As for Elisha, she walked around with a big smile, proudly socializing with all of her guests and making everyone smile. She looked really sexy in her tight little Santa outfit, complete with her high heeled black boots, and a long red Santa hat.
I was in the kitchen preparing food, and the moment I was alone, she approached me to talk.
“It looks like the plan worked,” she said with a smile. “I haven’t heard from him since this morning. I really owe you one for this. Anyway, how are you doing?”
“Great thanks. And you’re doing a fantastic job hosting this party as usual.”
“Actually, I was referring to what we did earlier. I never imagined that I would ever do something like that with you…and….let’s just say it was an interesting experience.”
“Oh, 
that
. Well to tell you the truth, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all afternoon. Especially seeing you walk around in that sexy outfit. I don’t know if you know this or not, but some of your guy friends here have been checking you out as well.”
“Of course I knew that. But don’t tell me that I’m making you aroused right now.”
“I can’t help it, you look incredible.”
“Well I certainly can’t have you standing around serving food with a hard-on,” she grinned. “That would look terrible for both of us. Come on, let’s sneak down to the basement and I’ll see if I can take care of this situation for you.”
***
We headed down the stairs unnoticed by all of the guests who were busy talking. And once we got there, she held me by the hand as she leaned her back against the washing machine.
“So you’ve still been thinking about me huh?” she asked seductively. “Letting you cum on my tits wasn’t enough?”
“Unfortunately it wasn’t. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you after all these years.”
She reached down and grabbed my semi-erect cock through my pants.
“Oh my, you aren’t kidding about that. As inappropriate as this is, I think it’s even more inappropriate for you to walk around serving food at my Christmas party with a hard cock in your pants. I think we better get rid of it, don’t you agree?”
“You always know best,” I told her, feeling so much more aroused. “So what should we do about it?”
She reached down again, but this time to pull her panties down to her boots, and she kicked them off to the side. She put her hands on the edge of the washing machine and lifted herself so that she could sit on it, and then she spread her legs open to reveal her bare vagina to me. 
“You know what to do. So make it quick,” she grinned.
I looked down in delight to see her cleanly shaven crotch. It had the same bikini tan line as her breasts, where it was pale white compared to her tanned athletic legs. Her labia was thin and light brown. And I could see a trickle of wetness on her pink insides from how aroused she must have been in doing this for me.
I pulled my pants down, exposing myself, and I took a step forward to press my erection against her entrance. She wrapped her arms and athletic legs around me and pulled me closer to her. We were face to face, looking each other straight in the eyes as I pushed my manhood deeper inside of her body. 
It felt sensational being in her But as much as I loved that feeling, I got even more pleasure from seeing 
that look
 on her face. It was a look which showed that she was getting as much out of this as I was. Her eyes became open and filled with lust as I penetrated her. The tip of nose wiggled slightly with each of her facial movements. And her mouth was opening from her panting and moaning, and I was able to feel her hot breath on my skin.
She became wetter with every thrust I gave. Her panting became harder. Neither of us cared that we were having sex while our friends were upstairs chatting away. If anything, it made the moment even MORE erotic because of how big the taboo we were committing, with just an unlocked door separating us for everyone else. 
“That’s it…fuck me…fuck me…get it out your system…” she moaned lustfully. “I want you to cum inside me this time.”
Hearing her talk dirty sent me to my climax and I thrusted as hard as I could. The white ball on her long Christmas hat was frantically waving back and forth as a large load of my cum was gushing deep inside of her vagina. I didn’t stop pumping my cock in her until every drop of sperm was released.
“God that felt amazing,” I moaned in her ear a moment after I finished. “I can’t believe we just did that together.”
She was still breathing heavily. “Neither can I. Getting fucked by you isn’t exactly on my Christmas wish list. But I enjoyed it.”
“So did I, obviously. Thanks for letting me do this.”
“There’s no need to thank me,” she replied. “I needed that as much as you did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have guests to attend to.”
She gave me a gentle push to get my flaccid cock out of her body. She got off the edge of the washing machine, and without bothering to clean herself, she pulled her panties back up and left the basement with a smile on her face.
***AFTER THE PARTY***
It was night time when the party was finally over. I watched Elisa say her ‘goodbyes’ to the last of our guests with hugs and smiles, and when they left, she gave me a look of appreciation.
“I’m so glad that this party turned out well,” she said happily, but exhausted. “It was so close to being an utter disaster.”
“Well if anyone could pull it off, it’s you,” I told her with a smile.
She smiled back at me and replied, “Thanks for everything. You’ve been a tremendous help today with this party, and of course my ex-boyfriend. I just wanted to make sure that you understand how thankful I am.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m always glad to be of service.”
“Look, I know what we did today isn’t normal by any means, you know, the sexual stuff. And, well, there are still some things I want to go over with you. Meet me in my room in a few minutes. I really need to clear my head first.”
***
I cleaned the kitchen and waited a few minutes like she asked. When I headed towards the stairs to see her, I saw that her black boots were sloppily tossed on the floor. Her red Santa jacket was also sloppily lying on the stair case when I got there. And on the upstairs hallway was her belt and red skirt. Finally, I saw her bra by the entrance to her bedroom, and her panties by the bathroom door. 
As I followed her trailed of clothing and garments, I entered her room which was filled with the sound of her shower running. It was loud, and when I saw the view inside her bathroom, I understood why- her shower door was wide open. 
I stood in complete awe of her nudity. Seeing parts of her at different times was one thing, but seeing her bare physique in its entirety was something else. Her athletic body looked jaw dropping as she stood under the running water, letting the soap and shampoo flow freely down her physically fit frame. Her bikini tan lines looked even more stark as her breasts and crotch were pale white, and the rest of her skin had a nice tan, making her large pink nipples stand out even further. It was especially arousing watching her breasts jiggle while her hands were up rubbing her hair in the water.
She suddenly realized that I was standing there watching her after the shampoo was rinsed off, and she said, “I was just finishing up. Why don’t you join me? You look like you could use a hot shower.”
I didn’t need to be offered twice. I pulled my clothes off and threw them on the floor, the same way she had carelessly threw her clothes off around the house. Her eyes were curiously looking at my body the same way I had looked at her. And when I got in the shower with her, she greeted me with a big huge, pressing her breasts and nipples firmly against my body.
“What a day,” she said with a sigh of relief. 
“I know. But honestly, I’m glad that things happened the way it did. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas.”
Her eyes became filled with a look of complete sincerity. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I never would have thought that doing that would feel the way that it did. And frankly, it feels so natural being with you. You’ve always been there for me, unlike those creeps I’ve been dating lately. And after what we’ve been through today, I can’t help but think about what it would be like if it continued.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” I replied.
“I just might be. We could try taking things one step at a time and see where things go from there. It would probably be a little awkward at first, but I think we’ll get through it.”
“I’m not too worried about that, I’m sure it’s going to work out perfectly. And if we’re 
really
 
going to continue this, then I’d expect you to treat me like that guy you dumped today,” I said suggestively. 
A tiny smirk appeared on her face. “If you’re referring to the blowjobs I gave him on an almost daily basis, and you want the same deal, all you had to do was ask.”
She casually got down on her knees and wasted no time taking my penis in her mouth. Her lips wrapped themselves around my cock and she began to bob her head back and forth while she was sucking me off. Her mouth felt incredible. It was warm and tight and her tongue was constantly moving. My cock throbbed in her mouth even more as she looked up at me with her large beautiful eyes. It was a look which said ‘look at how dirty I could be for you.’
She spit my cock out of her mouth the moment she felt it pulsating. Both of her hands quickly went to work stroking my shaft furiously, and playing with my scrotum. Her wet tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and her lips gave me gentle kisses in between. 
Elisha being the experienced woman that she was, sensed that I was on the verge of cumming and began to furiously stroke me with one hand and held her mouth wide open in front of me. I followed that by shooting a hot load of cum onto her waiting tongue, and she continued to stick it out until I was completely drained.
Once she finished giving me the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten in my life, she looked up at me once again with an innocent look on her face, and she swallowed. Even with the shower still running, I could hear the loud ‘gulping’ noise that she made and she licked her lips clean. She then stood up and gave me another big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Did that finally take of your needs for the day?” she asked lovingly. 
“I’m afraid so,” I jokingly replied. “But I can’t speak for tomorrow.”
She smiled, “I’m sure I’ll think of something special for you. But until then, let’s enjoy the rest of Christmas in front of the fireplace to end our day. After all, what’s a holiday without sex?”
The End

Cougar’s Delight

I’ve always been fascinated with my 48 year old neighbour Lindsey for as long as I can remember. 
She’s someone who prides herself on being the pillar of the community. In the middle-class suburban neighborhood where we live, she has always been actively involved in PTA meetings, charity events, and other community programs. She’s prim and proper in every since of the word, and is always going out of her way to present herself in only the most positive light.
We’ve always been close, and her career as an English teacher has allowed us to become even closer, as we were able to spend much of our summers and winters together. And in time, that eventually lead to something more…
‘Finally!’ I thought to myself. I had just finished my last final exam for the college semester and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And as it just so happened, a small snow storm had rolled in later that morning, meaning that I would be stuck at home for the rest of the day. My dad was out of town on an important business trip, so I went to my neighbour’s house. We would have plenty of time together once again since both of our winter vacations had already begun.
***
I arrived to the sight of Lindsey on the computer next to the lit fireplace in the living room. She sat on the floor using her laptop which rested on a table. She looked dignified and elegant the way her long brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail with her glasses on. She was barefoot, still wearing her silk pajamas, and had a hot cup of coffee right next to her.
“Well hello there,” she said, turning her attention towards me.
“Yeah. I only had one final this morning, and it’s not exactly easy to get around with all that snow outside,” I replied.
“Oh, you’re right. You’ll have to excuse me for not realizing the sudden snow fall, my mind is somewhere else at the moment.”
“So what are you up to?” I asked. “You look like you’ve got a nice set up over there.”
“I’m just finishing up some work,” she said, almost stammering at her words over such a simple question, as if she was hiding something.
“I’ve never seen a school teacher look so elegant and relaxed doing school work,” I replied jokingly.
“Very funny.”
She closed the top of her computer and stood up and walked towards me.
“By the way,” she said. “I’ve already booked a flight for my best friend to fly in next week for the holidays.”
“That sounds great. I miss having her around. She’s really nice.”
A warm-hearted smile appeared on her face. “I’m glad you think so because she’ll be sleeping over with us for Christmas and New Years. This is really shaping up to be a fun holiday season for me.” 
***LATER THAT NIGHT***
Lindsey had gone to get ready for bed.
I turned off all the lights in the house and was heading home when I noticed my her computer was left unattended in her bedroom. Her door was slightly open, and I could hear her in the closed bathroom running the water faucet. My curiosity got the better of me as I saw her word processor open and decided to check it out for a moment.
My eyes roamed the screen as fast as I could to get an idea of what she was writing about, seeing words such as ‘cock’, ‘cunt’, and ‘sex’. The realization of what I was reading hit me like a ton of bricks; Lindsey was writing a porn story!
I felt shocked and confused. I couldn’t believe that my conservative and respectable neighbour would ever write such a thing, or even think about anything like that in the first place.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
 
I heard a voice say behind me.
When I quickly turned my body around, there was Lindsey, with a look of utter horror on her face as she saw that I had discovered her secret hobby.
“I was just…”
“I owe you an explanation for this,” she said while trying her best to hold a brave face. 
“You don’t owe me anything. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have looked through your personal stuff,” I replied.
“It’s okay,” she sighed. “I need to. We might as well talk about it now and get this over with. Let’s go downstairs and I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”
She slipped on a robe over her pajamas and signaled for me to follow her.
***
I sat awkwardly by the kitchen counter watching her boil a small pot of milk while adding the chocolate mixture. She then poured the hot chocolate in two mugs and added marshmallows on top.
“Here, drink up,” she said as she handed me a mug.
“I haven’t had hot chocolate with marshmallows in a very long time,” I happily pointed out.
She smiled, “I know. That’s why I picked it up from the store the other day. But let’s get to the point; I’m sure you must be surprised by what you saw on my computer.”
“Well, it’s not exactly common to find you writing a story about fucking like that”
“I have a fantasy,” she said bluntly, with a straight face. “There, I said it. You can stop wondering what that was all about now.”
“A fantasy?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes. We all have fantasies don’t we? You’re old enough to understand that. I’ll admit that mine is just…different…different than most peoples.”
I was immediately taken aback by my prudish neighbour’s shocking admission. Hearing her say that she enjoyed fantasizing was more surprising than taking a glimpse of what she wrote. She held a brave face, but it was clear that she had to muster up all the courage she could to do so, and that deep down she was really embarrassed over this.
“It’s actually a lot more common than you think,” I told her to make her feel better, but not admitting that I secretly had the same fantasy about her. “I mean, I definitely understand the appeal when you have two people in a taboo relationship together. You know, the whole ‘forbidden’ thing.”
“Well, I was hoping to avoid the details, but yes, that’s the part that gets me. I’ve always been drawn to romance and the thought of two people having to overcome barriers to be with each other. And what embodies that more than mature women and younger men having sex? 
That’s
 
my intrigue with it, so please don’t think of me as a perverted old lady, or some sexual deviant, or anything weird like that. I’m just a woman with feelings like anyone else.”
“I would never think such a thing about you. You’re the smartest and classiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“Thank you for saying that…and for making this easy on me,” she replied with a smile. “I’m glad you’re so open about this.”
“Of course. I try to be open about a lot of things.”
Her eyebrows raised, “Thanks again. You’ll understand one day when you get married.”
“That makes perfect sense. So do you think I could read some of your stories?” 
“Absolutely not,” she firmly stated. “It’s private and it wasn’t meant for you. Look, us talking about this is one thing, but actually letting you read what I wrote is something else. So let’s just enjoy our drinks and call it night.”
***
When I got to my room soon after, I knew there was no way I could go to sleep right away after finding out such a revelation. I still needed to process all that information before bed, and so I decided to surf the net for a while.
Suddenly, I received an email from Lindsey, which read:
I didn’t mean to be so harsh on you when you asked to read my stories. You’re young, and sometimes I see you just as a child, and not as a young man. So silly considering your age. You’ve showed a lot of maturity tonight and maybe I was a little unfair in the way that I talked to you at the end, especially since you were so understanding of me and spared me the humiliation. So, here they are, enjoy…
Below her message was an internet link, and when I clicked it, I was taken to a website with a listing of stories. Just glancing at the story descriptions and titles, I saw that she had written everything ranging from group sex to my favorite genre of mature sluts.
But before I got started reading her erotic stories, I explored the website further and found that they had a forum. And it wasn’t long before I found her profile with her own thread in the Amateur Pic section. My heart was racing. I was possibly one click away from seeing her naked for the first time in my life, and that decision wasn’t a hard decision to make.
I opened her thread and was greeted with picture after picture of her nude body, with her face left out of each image. She struck various poses around her bedroom and around the house. She looked slender and delicate, with a soft tone to her. Her upper body looked thin, with her ribs and collar bone visibly protruding, but her hips and thighs had its womanly curves to them. Her breasts were average sized and they sagged a bit, with light pink nipples on full display. And her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed.
I couldn’t get over how gorgeous she looked. I couldn’t believe that after all these years of living near her, and occasionally fantasizing about her, that I really had no idea just how beautiful she really was underneath all her fancy clothes. And by glancing through some of the endless comments left on her thread, many people agreed with me as well.
After taking in the nude images of her body, I turned my attention back to her stories. I lost track of time flipping through page after page of her beautifully crafted writings. Incest wasn’t just about sex or taboo to her, it was also about love. She understood and conveyed the erotic nature of sex, whether it a story of two girls having a sexual relationship, or a group sharing intimate moments together. 
I masturbated as soon as I read the last word of her last story. I thought about all the scenes she had written for people to read online. But most of all, I masturbated to the images of her naked body for the first time in my life.
***THE NEXT MORNING***
When I headed downstairs for breakfast the next morning, I saw Lindsey at the door, looking prim & proper as always. She was wearing a long silk blouse with a matching robe on.
“Can you believe this weather?” she asked. “The latest report says it’ll be snowing pretty heavily today and tomorrow, so it looks like we’ll be stuck with each other for a while.”
“Well it’s not like we wont have anything to talk about. I stayed up late reading your stories,” I replied with a smile as I invited her.
A slightly embarrassed grin crept over her face. “I figured you would. Did you find anything else interesting?” she asked nervously.
“If you’re talking about the pictures on the forum, I saw those too.”
She sighed, “That’s exactly what I was afraid of. I just remembered the forum pictures after I sent you the link.”
“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, you’ve got a really beautiful body.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “But still, you’re my son, and it’s bad enough that I even let you read those stories in the first place, let alone you finding out about my exhibitionist side. It’s not exactly normal for you to see me like that you know. I mean, if anyone ever found out that …”
“No one is going to find out, trust me. Your secret is safe with me. But do you mind if I ask you something about your stories since I’ve already read them?”
“At this point, why not?” 
“Is everything you wrote based on fantasy, or is some of it real?” I asked. “I noticed that the names and descriptions in one of the stories were a little 
too
familiar…you know…the one about the sisters who ‘experimented’ with each other…” 
“Well there’s no point in denying it now,” she said casually. “
Yes
, that story was written based on my Aunt and I. We were young at the time, college age, and naturally we were curious about certain things. We used to talk about our sexuality a lot with each other because we were really nervous about opening up to other people. Keep in mind that this was decades ago, where two women being intimate together was a lot more taboo- so we played with each other. And now, obviously, she’s happily married to another woman.” 
“God, you and Helen together? I don’t mean to be crude, but that’s so hot,” I replied. “The idea of two sisters having that kind of love and passion for each other is incredibly erotic. I think that’s my favorite story of yours.”
She smiled. “Figures. That story did get a lot of feedback from readers. I mean what’s not to like?”
“Jeez…hearing you talk like that about you and your sister…”
“Am I turning you on?” she asked with a sly grin. “Now don’t tell me that your prudish old neighbour is getting you going.”
“You’re not old. And at this point, it’s tough for me 
not
 
to get turned on by you, especially after hearing you talk like this and seeing your nude pictures last night.” 
She quickly flashed another broad smile. “Well who would have thought? My strapping young neighbour masturbated to my nude pics and stories.”
She reached out on the table and held my hand. “I hope I’m not being too frank here. I’m sure it must be a lot for you to handle, hearing this about your parents. We better leave it at that and change the subject.”
“No,” I replied, squeezing her hand. “I really like hearing about this. And since we’re being honest, last night wasn’t the first time hat I’ve masturbated to you. You’re actually the first woman I’ve ever started masturbating to. I hope you’re not mad, but I felt like I had to get that out there with all of the private stuff you’ve already shared with me.”
She looked utterly speechless for a moment at my revelation.
“Well…I guess that’s perfectly normal for a lot of boys to feel that way about a woman like me,” she replied, trying to process and justify what I just revealed to her. “I know when I was young, I used to imagine lewd thoughts about older people…
taking me
, and having their way with me sexually. Even now, I sometimes wish…”
“…how about me? Have you ever imagined 
me
 
taking you?”
“Don’t get cute,” she said sternly, but in a playful way. “Come on, finish your breakfast and we’ll continue this conversation in front of the fire place. It’s actually pretty refreshing to get this stuff off my chest with someone who’s as open and receptive to the topic as I am, even if it’s with you. Believe me, none of my closest friends know about this, and they never will.”
I stood up and held onto the soft grip I had on her hand, signaling her to stand up with me, which she did. I led her to near our front door, and had her stand in front of a full length mirror, just like she had described in one of her stories. 
Her eyes never left her reflection as I stood behind her and held her. My arms wrapped around her waist, just under her breasts, and I squeezed my arms tightly.