3 comments/ 22314 views/ 18 favorites Impressing the Judges By: rarmons This is my first erotic story of any kind, so I hope you enjoy it. Special thanks to DawnJ for proofreading this and helping me get it published. *** Standing on the side of the road was my friend Nate, wrapped from head to toe in gauze. I pulled over next to him and admired his homemade Halloween costume. "Pretty cool, huh?" he asked. Nate had been working on this costume for a while now, but was adamant about not revealing it before he finished. It was indeed impressive, and he didn't even need my assistance getting in the car, although he did sit down rather oddly. On the remaining drive he explained how he'd soaked the gauze in tea to make it appear older and wrapped it in such a way that he still had most of his mobility. He could even separate the top as a sort of helmet. It certainly put my costume to shame. I was dressed as a run-of-the-mill zombie. That is to say, I was pretty much dressed as myself normally, only with worn-down, ragged clothing. I didn't even bother with any makeup, and chose to get a store-bought mask. I wasn't that big on Halloween, but every year my best friends Nate and Mark, as well as Mark's uncle Ted, got together to set up a haunted house. It had started as a family tradition over a decade ago, but had turned into a fiercely competitive event. We all lived in a fairly tight-knit neighborhood, the kind where everyone knew almost everyone else. A few years back, someone came up with the idea of going around and judging all the attractions people set up, awarding them with a small trophy. The only value was, of course, bragging rights. Two years ago, we won for the first time, and ever since then Mark's uncle had been determined to win it again. Last year, we reached second place out of fifteen participants, which I thought was pretty good. This was most likely going to be our last time doing it in grand style, since it was our last year of high school. In fact, I had already turned eighteen, and had begun thinking about my plans for the future, which most likely involved going to an out-of-state college. I knew Nate and Mark had plans too, making next year's Halloween celebration look very uncertain. A short drive later, we pulled into Mark's driveway. It was just a regular two-story house, the kind you can see in any suburb, where he lived alone with his mother, Vivian Morgan. His dad had passed away when we were still kids, but Ted was always around to help out. Nate, Mark, and I had spent so much time around each other's houses as kids that I considered them almost part of my own family. I rang the doorbell, but after a short wait nobody seemed to be in. That was weird. I was sure we had set plans to meet up at two, just like we did every year on Halloween. We would all sit down together, eat, and talk about the plans for the haunted house event that night, and then finish setting up the decorations. Nate tapped his foot impatiently. I rang the doorbell again. "Maybe he's taking a nap," Nate said. "Maybe... but I don't think they'd both be asleep," I replied. After about half a minute I started pressing the doorbell over and over. Finally, that elicited a response. I could hear footsteps racing down the stairs. The door was pulled open energetically and Ms. Morgan stood there, looking pissed. "Oh, it's you two," she said and her expression softened. "I was just putting on my costume when you guys interrupted me." For some reason she kept looking at me with a weird expression on her face, as if she was trying to solve a puzzle. "Mark's out in the barn. By the way, that's a great looking costume Nate!" "Thanks, Ms. Morgan," he beamed, clearly proud of his creation. "What are you supposed to be?" She was wearing a fairly tight fitted black dress. A very, very short dress. It wasn't unusual over the years to see each other in swim-wear or pajamas, but I'd never seen her wearing something like this. Her stark, smooth legs ran all the way up to the hem of the dress, which just barely managed to cover her butt. "It's not finished yet! I'm a witch, can't you tell? Got a hat and broom and everything for later. Why don't you guys head out back and help Mark while I finish up." However, at that point Mark came around the side of the house, followed by his uncle Ted. "Hey guys, finally here I see! I thought someone had set off the fire alarm in the house. Fantastic costume, Nate!" He stared in awe, then addressed his mother. "Is the food ready yet? I'm starving." "Almost. Why don't you set the table, I'll go finish putting on my costume; then we can eat." She turned to move up the stairs, her shoulder length brown hair swirling around, but just as she started up the stairs an alarm went off in the kitchen. She sighed and said, "Damn, guess there's no time. Oh well." The table was set rapidly and Ms. Morgan served meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. She sat to my right at the head of the table, while Ted sat at the other end. Nate and Mark were opposite me. Everything tasted spectacular; Ms. Morgan was an excellent cook. Nate told everyone how much work he'd put into his costume, and we reminisced about previous Halloweens. The food wasn't the only thing that turned out to be spectacular. Anytime Ms. Morgan leaned forward to serve something, I received a glimpse of her cleavage and her breasts threatening to pop out from her costume. It was unusual, because I didn't think of her that way normally. We'd always been pretty comfortable with each other, and I could always come to her with things I didn't want to talk about with my own mother because they were too embarrassing or uncomfortable. But there was something about her today that was different. Maybe it was the skimpy dress, but she seemed to be almost teasing me every time she moved. Mark had started a fierce debate when he brought up last year's competition. It was still a sore spot with Ted, who had formed a strong dislike of the judges. It was undeserved, in my opinion, but there was no way I'd bring that up. Ms. Morgan decided this was the best time to bring out the pumpkin pie, and as she walked into the kitchen I couldn't help but admire the way her ass bounced while she walked. The pie was, of course, excellent, too. It didn't take long for us to polish it off. Nobody wanted to move right after eating and we still had plenty of time left, so we just kept talking for quite some time. A clatter drew everyone's attention to Ms. Morgan, who blushed a little and exclaimed, "I, uh.. sorry. I dropped my fork." Nate, Mark, and Ted immediately resumed their conversation, but my attention was still focused on her. I was hoping I could get another glimpse of that phenomenal cleavage. As if she could sense my stare, she turned her head towards me and flashed me a wicked smile. My heart skipped a beat, but before I could react she turned back and started bending towards the ground, away from me. What was that smile? Surely if she knew I'd been checking out her cleavage all night she'd be angry at me, not... what, exactly? The others were still engrossed in their conversation, not paying any attention to Ms. Morgan or me, which was fortunate because at that moment she was bent over sideways, one hand on the floor, legs still crossed so that her left thigh rose up in the air... giving me the most spectacular view of her pussy. I couldn't believe my eyes, but there it was. Puffy lips, glistening with wetness, clean shaven and tempting me with promises of pleasure. I started breathing faster and could feel myself hardening. Her short skirt must have ridden halfway up her butt over the last half hour, which was no surprise given the skimpiness of it, but what happened to her panties? Under her, the fabric of the chair was soaking wet, a rather sizable dark patch. In a fluid motion she drew herself upright, looking straight me. Fuck, there was no way she wouldn't have noticed me gaping at her. I closed my mouth and braced myself for the shit-storm, but it didn't come. She looked me straight in the eyes and winked. What the hell? At this point, my cock was pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants, spurned on by her apparent permission. "You got something right there," she said quietly, pointing at her own corner of her mouth. Instinctively I pulled up my own hand to check and sure enough wiped away a little bit of drool. Fuck, I had actually drooled. How embarrassing! The vision of her perfect pussy, wet with anticipation, still lingered in my mind. "Uh...," was all I could stammer while she presented me with a very self-satisfied smile. "What do you think, Steven?" Mark asked. Interrupted and suddenly aware again of all the other people in the room, I realized I had no idea what they were talking about. "What?" "You and mom should totally do it." My breath caught in my throat and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "Uh...," I swallowed. "Do what?" My mind was racing with a million possible excuses, none of them adequately explaining why exactly I had been drooling over his mother's pussy. "Haven't you been paying any attention?" he scolded. "The water balloons. With the fake blood. For Halloween. Today." He paused between each sentence as I just stared at him dumbly. Fortunately Ms. Morgan wasn't as slow on the uptake as I was and came to my rescue. "No, honey. We don't want to ruin anyone's costume. It's supposed to be harmless fun, besides it'll be colder at night." "Aww, you're right mom, but it would be so much fun." He rolled his eyes at me, and addressed his uncle again, and I decided to pay more attention again, admonishing myself not to give anything away. "We could set up the candy bowl hand thing we used two years ago again." That one had been a big hit, a table with a bowl of candy on it, but at the bottom of the bowl was a hole and whoever sat under the table would thrust his hand up at the right moment to scare whoever was about to grab some sweets. Last time that had been me. The memory of Ms. Morgan's pussy flashed before my eyes again and I felt my cock twitch. "Good call, we still have it in the garage. Who's going under it this year though? We're all dressed up this time it would be a waste," Ted responded. "Well I'm thinking we don't have to stay under there all the time, maybe only for larger groups. What do you say, Steven? Up for it again?" This time I was prepared, "I suppose, as long as I don't have to spend all night under there. Last time my back was sore for days." "Nice! I just hope most of the kids don't remember it from last time...," Mark said, at which point I felt someone's toes lightly brush my foot. I glanced down and saw Ms. Morgan's foot, toes painted black, slowly trailing up my leg. "The judges will probably remember it but they should grade the effectiveness--" She reached my knee. "--and not originality. Besides, most of the other stuff we got is new--" Her foot was now near my thigh, and I was uncomfortably aware of just how close to my erection that was. "--so we should be fine." Touchdown. I inhaled sharply as her soft foot gently pressed directly into my crotch. Despite my earlier admonishment, I stopped paying attention to the conversation since the nearly direct contact of a very beautiful woman's foot with my penis was enough to warrant my full attention. She had found her mark, and was now running the length of my erect shaft up and down between her toes. If anyone else at the table had observed her at this moment they wouldn't have noticed a thing. She sat there primly, one elbow resting on the table, head in hand, looking almost bored. Suddenly, she withdrew her foot, and my trance was momentarily broken. I looked at her questioningly, and she flashed me another smile, just as wicked as the first. Leaning back in the chair, she readjusted herself turning slightly towards me. In this new position I had an excellent view of her upper legs, but the rest were still covered by the drooping tablecloth. Much faster than last time, she nestled her foot back between my legs and started tracing my shaft again. I grabbed her foot with one hand and noticed just how smooth her skin was, the contact sent shivers down my spine and I began softly massaging it. She then surreptitiously moved the tablecloth that had now draped over her outstretched leg. As soon as it dropped down, I gained an unobstructed view of her sopping wet pussy. My eyes went wide and I looked at the others, but none of them were in a position to see her lower half. Ms. Morgan's big toe started circling the tip of my cock and simultaneously lowered her own hand between her thighs. She started slowly fingering herself with just her middle finger, ensuring she presented a perfect view to me as she slipped her finger in, out, in, out, matching her own increasing speed with increased pressure and intensity on the tip of my penis. It felt like an eternity, hormones in full control of my body, pre-cum leaking through my pants. I wanted to rip off her costume, squeeze her tits and make her beg me to pleasure her. Ms Morgan's chest rose and dropped more rapidly now. I wanted to bend her over the table right then and there, sink my cock deep into her cunt and pound away, hard and fast. The ecstasy was overwhelming now, just a few seconds more and I would cum right there in front of Ted and my two friends. I wanted to stick my dick in her mouth and make her suck-- "All right now," Ted spoke loudly and I was abruptly and rudely torn out of my trance; her foot immediately withdrew. Fuck, what was Ms. Morgan thinking doing all this right here? But it seemed no one noticed. "I think it's time we finish the house before it gets dark." I was still reeling with the sudden change when Mark asked me "You got it with you?" I replied dumbfounded, "G-got what?" "The. Ladder." As if addressing a child. A child who just watched his mother finger-bang herself at the dinner table. I was really glad he couldn't read my thoughts at that moment. "Yeah, it's in the back of my truck," I replied, suppressing the urge to unzip my pants and finish myself off. "I'll go get it." I hesitated, pondering how I could stand up without anybody noticing my hard-on and wet spot where pre-cum had leaked through the fabric, when once again the naughty nymph came to my rescue. "Who's gonna help me do the dishes?" she questioned the room. If I hadn't seen her finger herself just moments ago I would not have thought anything was out of the ordinary. That's an amazing talent to have. Nobody replied and she shot me a half questioning half pleading glance. My brain obviously wasn't working properly again yet. "I guess I could," I said, belying my own eagerness to ravish this woman. "Might as well, you're useless today," Mark nodded. Everyone started piling together their plates, and I was glad I could carry something to hide the tent in my pants, although at this point my erection had subsided substantially from the shock of near discovery. I attempted to grab a serving bowl to pile on top of my plate, but Ms Morgan's hand grabbed mine and I was immediately aware how wet her hand was. God, she must be absolutely drenched. "I'll take care of it," she said, and showed me another one of her devilish smiles. I felt myself stiffen again. Damn this woman. I couldn't help but smell her musky scent on the back of my hand; it was practically overwhelming. We carried everything into the adjacent kitchen. The entire process took far too long, in my current state of arousal. Once everything had been transported, Ted and my two friends headed for the back door. Ms. Morgan and I stood next to each other in the kitchen, both very tensely focused on the door. The moment we heard it snap shut she sprang into action. "What...?" I started to ask, but she pressed her hand, still damp, on my mouth, and with the other started undoing my fly. Her scent hit me with full force as she pulled out my once-again rock-hard cock. She dropped to her knees and let out a soft moan, my cock still in her hand. Her warm breath on my balls sent another shiver through my body, followed by a warm wetness as she ran her tongue slowly, tantalizingly up my shaft. I had to grip the counter with both my hands to keep steady while she caressed every inch of my skin. She finally reached the tip of my cock, and I let out a moan as she swallowed my head, sucking with a fury and enthusiasm I never would have expected. A few seconds later, her hand joined in and started massaging my balls, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. "Ms. Morgan, I'm about to..." but I was interrupted by my own moan as she took me in deeper than before. All the way in. A powerful wave of pleasure shook my body as I started coming hard down her throat. It was like someone had opened the floodgates, as wave after wave of cum spurted into her. My knees almost buckled while she continued sucking, eliciting a shudder and moan from me every time she squeezed out another drop. I felt completely drained, my mind blank in an orgasmic euphoria. Ms. Morgan placed a kiss on the tip of my softening penis and looked up at me, positively beaming with joy. She got up and pressed herself against me. I could feel her supple breasts pressing into me, her face very close to mine. We started passionately kissing. She was driven by an insatiable need, intertwining her tongue with mine. She tasted wonderful, and I felt myself harden again. I was acutely aware that in this position my cock was directly between her thighs. Sure enough, as soon as I was fully hard, I could feel a warm wetness on top of my shaft. She felt it too, evidenced by her moan. Still passionately kissing me, she started sliding back and forth on top of my cock, which was still sticking out between her thighs. Her pussy lips enveloped the sides as she rhythmically slid up and down my entire length. She must have been very excited because it didn't take long before I could feel her clench her thighs together, tightening like a vice around my cock, increasing the sensations a thousandfold. Her whole body started shaking, and I had to hold her up. She broke the kiss and started moaning wildly, body still shaking. I didn't think I could come again so soon, but the intense pleasure was far too much for me to handle and another mind shattering orgasm washed over me, shooting my load into the air and on the kitchen floor. I closed my eyes, and she laid her head on my shoulder, and we just stood there, embracing each other. It felt like an eternity. When I opened my eyes again, she was looking at me with a very satisfied smile on her face. "Please, " she said, giving my penis a small squeeze with her legs, "call me Viv." She gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Now, about those dishes..." We let go of each other and I began to be aware of my surroundings again. Ms. Morgan handed me a towel and pointed at my crotch. I realized just how soaked I was down there. Fortunately my pants were supposed to be worn out so I hoped the dark patch that had formed wouldn't be noticed too much. I handed the towel back to her and she used it to wipe herself. Her juices ran halfway down her thigh. "Ms... uh, Viv, that was absolutely incredible!" "Mmm, yeah...," she replied while filling the sink with warm water, "I've been meaning to do that for a while, and you boys interrupted me earlier when I was trying to take care of myself." Oh, that explains why she looked so annoyed when she opened the door. "A while now?" "Yeah, it's been a long time for me. I've watched you grow up into quite the handsome man recently and...well, started fantasizing about what it would be like to suck your cock. And then you interrupted me today. And at the dinner table, I couldn't help myself. I was still so horny thinking about it, and well, you know the rest..." Her voice trailed off, and she handed me another plate to dry. Impressing the Judges With both of us working together, it didn't take long to finish. She started putting away the dry dishes and rewarded me with a spectacular sight as she bent over forwards to open a drawer. Her skimpy costume wasn't long enough to cover her in this position and her clean shaven asshole pointed straight at me. Her pussy slightly spread as if to invite me to take her right there. I reached out and placed my hands on her vulva, index and ring finger to each side, slowly massaging up and down. I could feel her tremble slightly under my touch when I inserted my middle finger into her warm hole. It slipped right in, I couldn't believe she was already so wet again. I moved my finger in and out slowly, mimicking her dinner table antics, and had just started tracing her asshole with my thumb when the front door was thrown open. I yanked my hand away and Ms. Morgan shot up as Mark rounded the corner. "Yo, Steven! We need your help setting up, man. Are you still not done yet?" "We just finished!" Ms. Morgan was slightly flustered talking to her son. "I'll be right out," I added. Mark seemed happy with that answer and left again. "Fuck, that was close, Ms. ...ah, Viv." "Yeah, and I was so close too," she sighed. "You better go help them or they'll get suspicious. I'll finish up here. I have to finish putting on my costume anyway. Seems I forgot to wear panties." She giggled at that. "Wouldn't want any of the trick or treaters to get scarred for life, now would we?" "You might be dressed as a witch, but I think you look just like an angel. You even have the gate to heaven between your legs." It was super cheesy, but she didn't seem to mind. She stepped closer and we kissed briefly. "I think someone is going to get a special treat later," Ms. Morgan told me, and gave my junk a squeeze. "Now go!" Obediently I went, the brisk October air raising goosebumps on my arm. Good thing the haunted house was going to be heated. It wasn't really a house, more like a good-sized storage barn that we had emptied out over the past few days. Now, it was separated into several corridors and nooks by room dividers draped with a dark cloth. Jack-o-lanterns were placed strategically to guide visitors through the maze, and we had decorated it with fake cobwebs, plastic spiders dangling from the ceiling... you know, the works. I took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to clear my head of the memories of exploring the inside of Ms Morgan's slit, her tongue caressing my cock. I was beginning to wonder what she had in mind when she mentioned a special treat. "About time you showed up," Nate said in lieu of a greeting. "We're going to be done soon." Over the next couple of hours, we worked hard, keeping my mind from wandering, by putting the finishing touches on the haunted house. This year our secret weapon was a fog machine Ted had rented, hoping to set us apart from the competition. It took a while to find the right spot for it, but we eventually found a place where it distributed fog evenly throughout the corridors. With the sun starting to set, I had to admit it was quite effective at creating a spooky atmosphere. Throughout the maze were nooks we could use to jump out at passersby and scare them, each one with a secret curtain covered door leading backstage. At the exit was a table with a large bowl of candy, where anyone who managed to brave the entire thing was rewarded by a handful of sugary goodness. That was, of course, the table we talked about earlier, and they'd be getting something more than just candy. It worked great two years ago, we scared the shit out of most of the kids, and the judges loved it. Since I wasn't going to be sitting under the table the entire night, we placed it near one of the secret doors so that anybody could easily slip in and out from backstage simply by parting the curtain we draped over it to prevent anyone from spotting us. We finished just as the sun fully set. One of the back rooms was converted to our private "staff" room where we could get drinks, eat sandwiches, sit down, or use the toilet during the long night. Since we still had some time before the first trick or treaters, we decided to discuss our final action plan of the night. Everyone but Ms Morgan was already there, and I realized that I hadn't actually seen a glimpse of her in a few hours. My cock twitched in anticipation as I heard her footsteps, and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she entered. She was, of course, still wearing her skimpy witch costume, but it seemed somehow...tighter than before. Her cleavage struggled against the confines of the fabric. Her legs were now adorned by Halloween-themed cobweb stockings, completed by scandalous fuck-me pumps. If it weren't for her pointy hat and the old fashioned broomstick in one hand, I could have sworn she was dressed as a stripper not a witch. Nobody else seemed to pay much attention to her. I was the only one whose eyes were glued to that spectacular body. The others started going over the details again for Ms. Morgan's benefit, but I chose, instead, to fantasize about what it would be like to tear the clothes off her body, bury my face deep in her crotch, and lap at her fountain of pleasure, to suck on her hard nipples while plunging my rock-hard cock in and out of her cunt, while she moaned like a wild animal, all rules of society forgotten... I was torn out of my reverie when Mark tapped me on the shoulder, "Earth to Steven! Please come in." "Uh, what's up?" I responded lamely. Ms. Morgan seemed to be studying my face intensely, a twinkle in her eye. "I was just saying that we could all take shifts under the table if you're not up for it." "Oh, that would be cool." Maybe now I wouldn't have a sore back afterwards. "Just make sure you're the one under there when the judges arrive. He nodded towards Nate and Ted. "We've got something special planned for them." "Yes, sir!" I said, rolling my eyes. I was a little bit hurt that they hadn't included me in their plans, but I couldn't really blame them. I hadn't really paid much attention all night. Still, I was pretty sure my encounter earlier had topped whatever they could come up with. The first kids arrived, and we all rushed into position. Ms. Morgan was at the entrance bamboozling all the arrivals, while we were backstage with our masks on, ready to frighten some kids. All in all it was pretty good fun, only two of the younger kids ended up crying but Ted always came to their rescue, fog trailing behind him as he rushed in with a hand full of candy and mouth full of kind words. Last year, there had been at least ten criers. Around eight, Ms Morgan found me. "One of the kids told me the judges just started making their rounds. Better get ready for the big event. I'll go tell the others." I sauntered towards the exit to relieve Nate from table duty and relay the message. "Finally!" His face brightened as he stretched his muscles and exclaimed "I really have to pee!" to no one in particular and shuffled off. Once I was in place, I closed the curtains behind me and surveyed my surroundings. It wasn't actually that bad. There were several pillows strewn across the floor, and I could almost sit upright. Enough light seeped in that I could make out my surroundings. It even looked big enough for me to lie down and rest if things got a bit dull. Facing the front was a small slit in the fabric that I could use to spy on whoever was approaching, which just so happened to be a pair of shapely legs clad in spiderweb stockings. "You in position, Steven?" Ms. Morgan whispered softly, the sound muffled by the curtains. "Yeah!" "I think it's time for another treat." I couldn't see her anymore through the slit but I heard some rustling and a small plop. The curtain lifted a bit and she kicked something under it. I couldn't tell what it was in the soft light, but when I grabbed it, I discovered it was her panties. Her incredibly damp panties. "There you go! I'll be back later to collect them, so take good care of them." I could once again see her as she retreated, her plump ass bouncing with every step she took. Just before she rounded the corner, she looked back at me over her shoulder, bent forward slightly, and with both her hands spread her cheeks wide. My cock immediately jumped into action, but as quickly as she had flashed me she was gone. Her aroma rapidly permeated the air of my enclosed space. She quite literally hotboxed me, no pun intended. My erection was now uncomfortably pressing against my pants, but I couldn't really do anything about it since a small group of trick or treaters was approaching. They heralded a seemingly never-ending stream of kids, and I had to focus hard to concentrate on my task. Anytime I breathed in my nostrils were overwhelmed by her musky odor, and I was getting lightheaded. The judges still hadn't shown up and it must have been at least twenty minutes. During a lull in the activity I contemplated pulling out my cock and releasing some of the pressure, but at that moment I heard the curtains rustle and Ms. Morgan's head popped in. "Oh my, sure smells good in here!" She wrinkled her nose and grinned as she said it. "Judges still haven't shown up, but I can't take it any longer; this wait is killing me." She reached in, grabbed a pillow and placed it in front of entrance, then patted it with her hand. Without hesitation I laid down, head on the pillow. Her face hovered directly above mine and we started kissing intensely. She broke the kiss, breathing hard, reached back and in one smooth motion drew her dress up over her head and tossed it next to me. If anyone happened to pass by backstage at that moment they would have an unobstructed view of Ms. Morgan's behind, wearing only stockings and absolutely nothing else. "Quick, get in, what if someone sees you?" I urged her, but she didn't move. "Don't worry my dear, everyone's still waiting for the judges. There's nobody here but you and me." She finished by giving me another long kiss, then slowly crawled in on all fours. She moved ever so slowly, giving me plenty of time to caress her neck with my tongue, planting kisses here and there. A few more steps and her breasts came into view. I grabbed one and started gently squeezing it, tracing her areola with my thumb. I took the other one in my mouth, suckling on her rock hard nipples. Her whole body trembled while I teased her. A few more steps, and I planted kisses all the way down her stomach to her navel and below. I made sure to close the curtains behind her when she stopped, her crotch directly over my face now. I started kissing her thigh and heard her moan. She unzipped my pants while I caressed her other thigh. She planted wet kisses all over my rock hard erection while I leisurely traced her labia with my tongue. It tasted far better than I had imagined it would. She lowered herself onto my face, giving me no choice but to start eating her out properly. With how wet she was, it was starting to be more like drinking her than anything else. I was licking her inside and out, making sure to occasionally pay attention to her clit. Juices ran freely down my cheeks. I increased my intensity and she started tensing up. I could feel her hot shallow breaths on my balls. She was trying hard not to make any noise, but nonetheless a few moans escaped her. After a few moments she clamped down on my face, burying me completely while her entire body convulsed on top of me, over and over. She eased up and awkwardly maneuvered herself around in the confined space, plopping back down when we were face to face. "Thank you, I needed that," she whispered. "Looks like I made quite a mess there. Why don't you take off your pants and I can clean that up for you?" I needed no more encouragement, reached down to undo my belt, raising my hips to slide them down, then undid the buttons on my shirt while fully kicking off the pants. During this time, Ms Morgan was on all fours to give me enough. As soon as I finished unbuttoning my shirt she descended again, her diamond hard nipples pressing into my chest, body hot to the touch. Then she started lapping at her own juices on my mouth and cheek and slowly but surely slid further down on top of me. She came to a rest when my penis started poking her, and sighed quietly as just the tip parted her labia. "There, all cleaned up!" I was far too focused on the warmth of her pussy on my head to respond, moaning softly. "I think it's time for your treat," she murmured. Looking straight into my eyes, mouth slightly parted, she descended slowly. Agonizingly slow. Inch by inch her pussy eagerly accepted me. I was now completely buried to the hilt in her. She paused for a brief moment, then started riding me in earnest, slow at first but picking up pace quickly. If someone had removed the cover from the table then I wouldn't have cared. I reached down and grabbed her supple ass with both my hands, starting to thrust my hips up and down in rhythm with her motions. I began kneading her cheeks, using my middle finger to slowly circle around her tight asshole. Ms. Morgan responded by starting to moan wildly and loudly. Animalistic moans of pure pleasure emanated from her, body shuddering as I traced circles around her hole, thrusting in and out of her. She climaxed again, her whole body shaking with the power of her orgasm. Only this time when her legs clamped around me I could feel her muscles squeezing my entire cock at once. That pushed me over the edge and I joined in her orgasm, cock twitching and shooting my load deep inside her. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her. I let out a loud guttural grunt of pleasure; it sounded almost alien to me. Her powerful climax subsided, and she collapsed on top of me, accidentally kicking one of the table legs, making a loud noise and shifting the whole table a few inches. She gave me another deep kiss and then nestled her head on my shoulder, relaxing on top of me. We just lay there for a good while, tightly embraced and satisfied. My cock, now half flaccid, was still inside her, and I could feel my own cum slowly seep out of her while I absentmindedly caressed her back. I wouldn't have minded spending the rest of the night like that. "Steven!" Mark's voice sounded loud. He must have been standing right next to the entrance. "Yeah?" I replied, praying that he wouldn't stick his head in and see his own mother in post orgasmic happiness on top of me, my cock still nestled inside her. Ms. Morgan held her breath, not daring to make any noise. "The judges just left, Ted talked to them. Come on let's go to the break room so he can tell us what they said." Shit, we missed the judges. They must have passed by us while we were fucking right under their noses. "Okay, give me a minute. I'll be right there." After we heard him leave Ms. Morgan said, "That was fun! But we better get out of here, he's probably looking for me right now." She was right, of course, but that didn't make it any easier. She got up and we started cleaning ourselves up as efficiently as the space allowed. The only upside of the situation was when she started licking the cum off my thigh, stomach and balls, finishing by taking my half flaccid cock into her mouth and giving it one quick suck. "There," she seemed oddly proud of the clean up job she just performed. "That's as clean as it's gonna get, I think." She used her discarded panties to wipe herself down while I put on my pants and buttoned up my shirt. "You go on ahead. I need a little bit to make myself presentable again." This time I was the one to initiate a quick goodbye kiss. When I entered the break room, only Ted and Nate were there. Mark obviously hadn't been successful in finding his mother. Ted rushed over and clapped me on the shoulder. "Good job, man! That was a stellar performance!" He was positively beaming. "What?" I was taken aback, surely he couldn't have been talking about me fucking his sister, and I missed the judges on top of it. "Just wait until Vivian gets here. I'm sure she'll want to hear this story. You might have just saved our asses." I was thoroughly confused now. "Saved what? What happened? Didn't you guys do your special thing?" "Yes, well...no, it didn't go exactly as planned," chimed in Nate. "We had it all planned out, even got the chainsaw and everything." "Chainsaw? I didn't hear a chainsaw," I interrupted. "That's because someone," Ted said glaring at Nate, "forgot to fuel it up." "I already said I'm sorry!" "So what did you guys want with a chainsaw?" I inquired, curious now. "We were gonna pretend to kill Nate right in front of the judges and then chase them around a little bit," replied Ted. "We had a blood pack and everything, it would have been great. There he is. Show him, Mark," added Nate as the door opened and Mark entered, grinned and turned around, revealing a back that looked like someone had dipped him into a paint bucket. Behind him trailed in Ms. Morgan, once again wearing her costume. I noticed she was slightly sweaty and made a beeline to the drinks area. Ted barely paid attention and went on. "But without the chainsaw, it wouldn't really work, so we instead dressed up Mark as the corpse, exploded the blood-pack all over him, and he lay on the ground pretending to be dead. It didn't really work that well, though. Mark said he heard one of them whispering that they'd just seen the same thing down the road at the Miller's." "So why are you so happy? Sounds like it was all a big flop. I kinda, uh, the judges...when I was under the table I uh..." I could feel myself blush slightly under Ms. Morgan's gaze. Ted interrupted me, thankfully. "Yeah! I was standing by the exit, and when they came out they were almost running to get out of there, I don't think I've ever seen them so scared before. You must have put on one hell of a show!" "What? No, I uh..." Ted turned to his sister and said, "You should have seen Ms. Wozniak, Vivian! She looked so scared!" "Just tell us what happened," she responded. "Okay, so I was standing at the exit, right, and all of a sudden they rushed out as if something had been chasing them. They kept asking me if it was real or not. I thought they meant Mark at first, but they kept glancing back. I eventually got the story out of one of them. After they passed Mark they were pretty unimpressed, they'd seen everything before, but when they approached the candy table they said they started hearing wild animal noises," Ms. Morgan choked on her drink, but Ted didn't pay attention and just went on, "like growling and grunting. They said it sounded like a wild animal from another planet. The air even smelled musky. They were one hundred percent convinced there was a wild animal hiding under that table. "Just as they were about to lift the cover and check under the table they said the entire table jumped a few inches, and they just booked it." He could barely hold back his laughter now as he said, "They really thought we'd set a wild animal on them! Seriously, you should have seen their faces!" He broke out in full laughter now. "What kind of animal did you imitate?" Mark asked me. "Uh... I guess it sounded sort of like a cougar," I said, and Ms. Morgan snorted loudly. "Well, whatever you did, it worked great!" Ted clapped me on the shoulder again. "Come on, we got an hour or two before the night's over. Everyone back to their stations." Everyone but Ms. Morgan and me left the room. She sauntered over to me and asked, "A cougar, huh?" "Sorry, first thing that popped into my mind." She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. "I don't know about you, but I feel really sticky. Mark and Ted are going to some midnight horror movie screening after. We could relax in a nice bath. Together. Just the two us... this time without any judges. How does that sound?" Impressing the Judges It sounded absolutely fantastic.