Caitlyn & the Photographer
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 30
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 30 - Caitlyn tries her hand at modeling with a professional photographer. Romance? Check. Consensual? Check. Erotic, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Incest, Group Sex? Check Check Check Check and Check! A wild, lusty adventure that *checks* all the boxes, mixing teens with non-teens in every conceivable sexual tryst you could imagine!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest BDSM Group Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
I took hold of Arty’s cock again and swirled my tongue around his glans. Arty groaned as I teased him, then I took a deep breath, taking him deep into my mouth, and sucked hard. I pulled back a little and bobbed up and down while jerking his cock with my right hand. Arty slowly thrust his hips up and down, pushing his cock further into my mouth. His thrusting became stronger as he grabbed my tit with his right hand while pushing my head down with his left. I knew he was about to cum.
His cock swelled in my mouth, and like before, the first rope of cum shot out, hitting the back of my throat, I tried to pull back, but Arty kept his hand on the top of my head, not allowing me to retreat, the second rope of cum filled my mouth, as Arty squeezed my tit harder. He kept spasming, releasing more cum, but thankfully not as much as before, as he had cum in my pussy about an hour ago. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take what he gave me until he stopped, let go of my tit, and removed his hand from the top of my head, and even though I had swallowed, I still didn’t like the taste.
I still had some cum in my mouth, and covering my lips, I moved up to Arty and kissed him. He responded by opening his mouth, and then I pushed what cum I had left in my mouth into his. He broke the kiss and said, “Mmmmm, salty cum.” Before we returned to kissing.
Dad had already left the house as he had to be at work early, leaving Mum and me alone together, and I was running late as I had to catch the bus at five past eight to go to school.
I showered, dressed in my school uniform, and went downstairs for breakfast. Mum was sitting at the breakfast bar wearing a short, sheer white nightie and G-string, looking radiant and relaxed.
We embraced each other and kissed on the lips but with no tongue. I tingled again as I did yesterday. “Wow, Mum, I love that nightie.”
“Thank you, and good morning, honey. I love the nightie too, but your Dad loves to take it off me, throw it on the floor and leave me naked before he ... has his way with me.” She giggled and hesitated before continuing, “Caitlyn, about yesterday, how do you feel about what happened between us?”
“I, er ... um, got excited when our boobs touched, but ... oh, when we kissed, it made my pussy wet and my nipples stiff. Mum, are we likely to go further? I mean, like, after our second kiss and you gave me some tongue, I melted and wanted you. But what about you? How did you feel, and did you like what happened?”