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Taboo

By: rydia57



OUR story begins with Celeste, devoted wife and mother of one .... a son named Jeff. Celeste is a stay at home mom, and just turning forty. She's married to a just as devoted husband... Terrence. Terrence seems to be more devoted to his job these days. She knew it might be this way when they were married. When they were both at college, he told her that he was out for a business degree and hoped he might receive one soon. Terrence was quite a determined man. She liked that in him. He always went after what he wanted. He also wanted a family, and that meant a wife. He liked that Celeste was young, open to ideas, and a very giving person. He hoped that she was open to all that he wanted to give her.... a life, a home, and a family. His family.

Celeste had been open to all these things, especially the sex! Terrence was a wild sexual beast. She had only been with one other man before him, and found that there was to be more to this new thing called sex. When he was free mostly on weekends after class, they would have mad, passionate sex, mostly with her on bottom. Celeste had been open to everything... everything. 

One night like so many others, they'd talked for a long while... just sitting naked and talking. Then Terrence started in on her, He asked her to crawl over him and do what came natural to her. The first thing she did was suckle and kiss on his penis. Celeste was intrigued by his penis, and wanted to know everything she could about it. Playing with the head, gave Terrence small orgasms. He knew what she wanted to do. She'd told him about a fantasy she'd had the night before. As she moved all over him sucking his balls and his nipples, she went back down, licking and sucking on his penis. He loved it, stroking her hair as she did so. After sucking, squeezing his balls, and trying to finger his ass, Celeste figured there were no negative thoughts in his head to hinder his orgasm... so she mounted him. She rode him and it felt sooo good to do that in the wee hours of the night! As she did so, Celeste felt Terrence pumping back faster. She matched his rhythm.... kissing him now and then and stroking his face, nibbling his ear, all the things she knew that aroused him . When she could hear him about to come, there was a low moan and gurgle. Hot juices gushed deep inside of her, the rest running down the sides of their thighs. As Celeste lay faintly upon Terrence's chest, he seemed so wasted and yet invigorated! It made her so happy to hear how much stress she had relieved from his busy day. Later, they cuddled, and enveloped each other in a full body hug. That night she first rode him was the night Celeste became with child.

Now twenty years later, it was going to be her birthday, and Terrence had promised to be home... soon. Now pushing midnight, now one... Celeste sensed he might not be home tonite. She had been saddened, but it was expected. Jeff, her son, was there tho, and he soothed her to the fact that dad was a busy man. Working for a higher position. Terrence always reminded them he was doing it for her. That didn't make Celeste feel any better. 

The day before, Celeste had gotten a call from Jeff. Jeff had been residing in his own apartment, had been away at college and was coming home to stay a few days for her birthday. He called saying he would be visiting for awhile. The first night, Jeff and his mom had dinner together. Terrence had a spur of the moment out of town business meeting. This was expected, so they ate dinner, and talked about the day.

Later, Jeff carried on as he did in his own place. As Celeste went to her room later that eve, she chanced to catch him in the bathroom... relieving himself. This was something Celeste had never seen a man do. With an inch to peep thru in the door, she watched as her son very carefully handled his tool, with a slow rhythmic stroke. Her lips went dry... she watched him lean into it just as he began coming. As the first spurts came, she realized what she was doing and quietly rushed away. Alone in her room, she watched tv, her mind going back to what she'd seen her son doing minutes before. She closed her eyes and thought about it. But she would come back to normal thinking... that was your son, okay? She ran this thru her mind a couple times. But she shirked it off thinking it was just a fluke incident. 

After a little late night tv, she stripped down to her sleeping attire: a sleeveless cotton nightshirt with nothing on underneath. She reclined back on a couple of pillows, closed her eyes and began to finger herself. Celeste had started doing this a couple years ago, after Terrence began promising they would have more time together. It felt sooo good. She began to softly moan. As she fantasized while fingering she was aware of the brief flashes of her son's "relieving" but continued with her fingering. After coming, she lay there in the afterglow, recalling her last thoughts before she came. Then she dozed off. 

The next day, during breakfast Terrence called. He would be home tomorrow. She was glad and hoped to make a special dinner for him. He smiled and told her he couldn't wait to taste it-- and her. This would be her birthday celebration. She giggled hanging up the phone. As she went about her daily chores, she cautiously walked past the bathroom door again, peeking to make sure she didn't walk in on... anything. There Jeff was again, relieving. Her eyes widened as she watched his slow and steady jerk. Hypnotically, she watched licking her lips, then stepped away. Noticing how wet she was from watching her own son, again, she shirked it off and thought herself a "bad girl" for doing so. As she stood down the hall listening closely, she could've sworn she heard Jeff come. Standing aside the doorway, she watched him leave the bathroom. Frowning to herself for her lewd thoughts... she hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

As she was finishing dinner the next eve, and had everything kept warm, Jeff arrived. She noticed his sluggish look, and reminded him to hurry off his the room and change. "Your father's coming home tonight. Wanna be ready don't you?" 

Jeff smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He went to change. Minutes later he returned in a nice blue shirt and slacks. "Is this better?" he asked with a sarcastic grin. She gave him a quick nod and checked the food again. As the time went by, Celeste had a glass of wine, and glanced out the window, checking the food on the stove. It was around eight when Jeff came to her. 

"Look, Dad will probably wanna have a little dinner with you ... and I'm really hungry. Could I have a little something now?" he said holding his stomach. Looking out the window again, Celeste sighed.

"You're probably right. Sure... fix yourself a plate." He got a plate and smiled. After fixing it he came to her. 

"Don't worry... he's been late before, right? He kissed her on the cheek. Then taking his plate, he disappeared into the living room. Eight o clock came and went.... 945. The phone rang. Terrence.

"Honey, the plane is gonna be a little late touching down. I won't be in til a little later. Sorry." 

"Oh nooo. It's okay. As long as you're in one piece." they said their goodbyes and Celeste put the phone down, almost slamming it. She didn't realize Jeff was listening. Much, much later, the door opened and Terrence hurried in. It was almost eleven. "Whoo! The flight was awful. And the food. All I could think of was coming home to you." He came to Celeste and embraced her . I dunno what I'd do if you weren't here for me. He said kissing her on the cheek. Then he rushed upstairs. Jeff yelled "hi Dad" and Terrence yelled "Backatcha!" As Jeff stood watching his father hurry upstairs he turned to look at Celeste somberly.

"Well, he's home." he rubbed her shoulder.

"Yeah, Celeste replied. He's already had dinner too." she walked away. He watched her as she got another glass of wine. 

After putting the food away, Celeste went up to bed. She noticed that Jeff had already retired to his room. After almost tearing up in the bathroom, she dressed for bed. Went she got into the bed, Terrence was into one of his books. He looked at her and smiled. Caressing her, he drew her near to him and smiled. "So nice to have you to come home to. Removing her nightshirt Celeste, tightly cuddled Terrence's body. Terrence whispered how he had been thinking about her all night, but that he was really tired after the flight and all. "I hope you'll forgive me". He kissed her. Her embrace loosening on his body, she sighed and nodded. It was gonna be a long night.

When Celeste awoke the next day. Terrence's side of the bed was empty. He'd left a note saying he was catching an early flight out.... that he'd forgotten to tell her last night due to his fatigue. She found a rose next to the note. Celeste sniffed the rose and replaced it on the bed.

As she prepared breakfast, Jeff entered the kitchen yawning. Seating himself at the table. he chimed. " So, how'd everything go last night. Did you guys get some?" Celeste glanced at him and back to her cooking. 

"Umm, no your father had an early flight. But it was expected. These things happen." she turned to back to him smiling. She put some eggs and bacon in front of him. Jeff stared back at her as if he knew what had happened. 

"Oh well... maybe next time." She nodded and sitting with her plate, they both ate in silence. As the rest of the day flew by, Celeste felt a little bit better. With her chores and all, she was allowed to forget about the mornings happenings, and think about other things. This time as she passed by the bathroom at that... special time, she purposely lurked outside watching her son relieve himself. She didn't have to wait long, because now she was as horny as he was. Quietly, she disposed of the dirty laundry she was carrying and went to her room. It was not even six ... and yet she found her pussy anxious and ready to be fingered. Closing her door... she hungrily dug into her loins. A little bit quicker than she usually did... wanting to orgasm sooo much... until finally she came, trying not to scream, she lay on the bed exhausted. As she opened her eyes minutes later she was fearful that she might have been found out, but nothing seemed out of sorts. 

As the eve went by, she had her dinner alone and then retired to her room to watch a little tv before fingering herself again, and going to sleep. There was a quick knock at the door.

"Are you decent?" she heard Jeff say in a low voice. She glanced at the door.

"Jeff? Oh no, its okay . Come on in." He sat on the bed beside her. 

"Tonight Show, huh?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I like to keep up with the times.... she chuckled. So, what is there I can help you with?" she said stroking his face. Grasping her hand, he took it in his and kissed it. 

"I'm sorry about Dad and last night." he said looking down.

" Ohhh don't worry, she smiled. I'm used to that. Stuff happens." 

" I know."

"Well, she looked down... it's been going on for, a long while. I just get used to things being that way."

" No.... I mean I know what you've been doing. With the bathroom and all." Suddenly Celeste's eyes enlarged, and then she looked away embarrassed. 

" I didn't mean to, I mean... I know you have your privacy and all, I had just never seen... I mean... I'm sorry I..."

" No, no don't apologize. After the last few days, you needed it. We both needed it. Besides, I've -- never had a woman watch me jerk off before. It felt good. "

She gasped and looked down, sighing. "I didn't mean for you to ...." she began to tremble abit. He lifted her chin with his left hand.

"Did you like it? I mean really like it. he whispered. Celeste's mouth was open. Jeff placed her hand on his crotch. She felt the stiff mound there. As shocked as she was by his actions, she found it hard to remove her hand from there. With her hand still on his, he dug his right hand into his the slit of his boxers to reveal his stiff woody, barely peeking out. Celeste gulped and her lips went dry. Still barely trembling, her hand stroked his now completely hard cock. Jeff moaned with it. 

"I know this is wrong... but--" 

"It's ok, he said I give it to you freely. You need it. We both need release. " With that, he stood and removed his top. He'd been wearing an oversized basketball jersey, and a pair of boxers. Since Jeff almost always wore these around the house, Celeste had never taken notice of it... until now. She noticed how much her son had filled out in the last few years. Now he's body was more... masculine looking. With a tuft of hair on his chest. As he removed the boxers, she could see how much more he had grown. His stiffened tool bouncing out as he slowly removed them, all the time staring at her. Completely naked, he motioned to her to come to him. "S'okay... really."

Celeste knelt before him, glancing up, and then cautiously placing her hands on his balls. She put her nose into the hair breathing in deeply. Then as she touched his cock again, she felt how meaty it was. As she stroked it again, she heard Jeff moan a little bit louder than before. She looked away for a second. Mumbling to herself she said "No, I shouldn't...."

She felt Jeff's hand pressing her head deeply into his balls. "Yes, it's okay, he murmured lazily, his eyes closed. I saw you once when I was thirteen, just for a moment when you were in the shower. It gave me a feeling I couldn't... explain. I can now." His eyes opened and looked down at her. 

Celeste removed her nightgown, lifting it over her shoulders. As Jeff watched, he saw her breasts drop down, her nipples quite hard. His eyes immediately running from the nipples to her bush, thick and brown. She sat on the side of the bed and lay down. Jeff crawled from the foot of the bed and began running his fingers down her thighs kissing them within inches of her pussy. As Celeste shuddered, Jeff inched further up, kissing just below her navel teasing her. He licked areas around her slit, her juices running from it, then moved further up to her nipples. His arms around her waist, he sucked each one very hard, twirling his tongue around them . Celeste moaned and automatically wrapped her arms around his head . As he came to face to face with her, Jeff softly kissed Celeste on her left cheek, then her right. He paused looking into her eyes... then he whispered "S'okay."

With that, he very softly brushed his lips against hers. As her eyes closed.... she began to kiss back. Her hands caressing his head playing with his hair. He then leaned over her, rubbing his thick cock over her slick twat. She had come several times as he'd fed on her nipples. As he did this she moaned with delight.... speeding up, he continued to rub his shaft up and down until he could hear Celeste screaming "FUCK MY PUSSY JEFF... NOW! PLEASSSSSSE, JUST ...FUCK... ME! PLEASSSSSSE! Her thighs and body quivering. Pushing her legs back towards her head, Jeff slowly eased his shaft into Celeste's hungry cunt. How slippery it felt as his tool slid in, mmmm, he thought to himself and pumped, good, hot pussy. Faster he went until he heard her screaming to slow it down. She then pulled him to him and kissed him as he slowfucked her. He'd never had a girl like this before! 

"I'm... I'm gonna come. " Celeste heard Jeff mutter.

"Put it right here...." she pointed to her waiting lips. Jeff smiled and pulled out barely able to get his cock to her moist, red, lips before his hot spray came shooting out.... he groaned and lay atop Celeste. She smiled and ran her fingers thru his moistened hair.. she knew it was wrong, but she hadn't had it like this in days, weeks... she closed her eyes. Years. She caressed Jeff and they fell into a deep sleep. Before she nodded off she thought to herself. He wasn't her baby boy anymore... for tonight he was her secret love. 

"G'morning."

Celeste felt Jeff's hands cupping her breasts, pulling her against him in a spoon kinda way. He kissed and nuzzled her neck. As she felt his hardened penis rubbing against her ass, she spoke.

"This... this can't happen again-- you know that." she said lying down. 

"I know. Jeff said wrapping his arms around her. He lay on her shoulder staring blankly. He then sighed and said. I have to go back to school anyway." They lay there for a couple of hours, just entwined in each others bodies. Til about noon when they got up.

Breakfast again was silent. But more was said between their glances if anything. A lengthy sigh was heard from both of them as he ate his breakfast, and she sipped her coffee and read. Then Jeff excused himself from the table. An hour later, he returned to find her still at the table. She looked up and there he was with his bags and coat. She really didn't know what to say. Jeff put his things down and came to her.

" It's okay. It's not like I'm leaving the planet."

" I know, you're just going back to school." I miss you anyway, she said looking down. Looking at her, he lifted her chin up to him. 

"It'll be sooner than you think. I promise." He almost kissed her on the lips before she stopped him.

"Just give me a hug." she smiled rolling her eyes as she hugged him. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and picking up his bags, he left. She stood in the door watching him drive away. There was a lump in her throat as she briefly recalled the night before. The phone rang. It was Terrence.

"Hi, he said. Just called to tell you I'll be arriving tomorrow evening. Can't wait to see you."

"I'll be here... talk to you later." She hung up the phone sighed.

FIN?

Taboo



An electrical vibration coursed through his groin and belly when the sound of the car door closing was followed by the sounds of her entering the house. It was late for her to be coming home and he hoped that maybe she joined a friend for a glass or two of wine or better yet martinis after work; for last week after she had a few drinks he had witnessed one of the greatest sights of his young life and now he was hoping to see more.

Last week after dinner her sister called and she spent the rest of the evening on the phone drinking wine while catching up and filling in on all of the latest happenings and gossip of family and friends. He followed his normal routine after dinner and watched some TV and then headed up to his room where he would look at some porn on his laptop, masturbate and then go to sleep. After viewing some really nasty sites he shut his computer down and slowly lubricated his hard cock with lotion from his nightstand, abruptly stopping when he heard her footsteps climbing the stairs and coming down the hall.

He lay still and quiet while squeezing his full erection to maintain its hardness; his door was open just a crack and he did not want to be embarrassed and shamed by getting caught playing with himself. Masturbation was embarrassing and even though it felt good he did not think that many other people did it. Her shadow silently crossed his doorway and entered her bedroom across the hall; he knew that she thought he was asleep.

With his now flaccid lubricated penis gripped firmly in his hand he set about drying it off and ready to quit and call it a night when he heard sexual sounds coming from her TV. He listened a bit and then quietly snuck out of bed and crept to his doorway to get a better listen. 

"Holy shit," he said to himself quietly.

He could make out definite pornographic sounds coming from her room with her door open just a crack, there was a woman moaning and saying things like "faster" and even dirtier "fuck my pussy". His flaccid penis grew hard and then even harder as he knelt in his room by his door.

Growing bold from curiosity he opened his door and crawled over to hers to peek into her room. Eyes as big as plates now he could not believe what he was hearing, under the sound of some woman getting fucked on TV he could hear her quietly moaning as she slowly tossed and turned in her bed. Though he could not see the cause he could also hear a quiet but definite buzzing sound that forced him to abandon his secretive position and gently push open her door allowing his head full penetration into her lair and giving him a very good view of the erotic scene unfolding before his immature eyes. 

Though he admired her voluptuous body and her beautiful feminine curves since he could remember he never thought of her in a sexual manner, until now as he viewed her naked and squirming as she lay on her back with her knees bent and feet firmly planted into her mattress. This position gave him full view of her large milky smooth breasts as they moved and heaved over her body and her open vagina healthy with hair and wide open as she firmly inserted a large falic shaped vibrator deep into her wet and beautiful flower of a pussy. She had one hand firmly grasping the vibrator as she thrust it deep into her over and over again; she twisted and turned as she raised her body off the bed using her legs and back. Her other hand that was clutching the sheets slowly patted around until it found a much smaller, smooth vibrator that was already on and buzzing. As she continued to push and pull the larger one in and out of her beautiful wetness she used the smaller one to at first gently probe and vibrate around her ass and then amazingly full penetration into her anus.

With the dull light and the still erotic sounds coming from the TV coupled with the heavy breathing and slow moaning coming from her he watched with an extreme sense of excitement coupled with the mental sense of wrong doing from watching, his now full blast erection was more than he could handle. The head of his cock was moist and shiny with pre-cum and he squeezed as hard as he could trying to hold back the flood to no avail as his erection pumped his orgasm out onto his hand, arm and onto the floor as he accidentally let out an audible moan.

Suddenly the movement in her bed stopped and she immediately muted the television as for one second their eyes met as he crouched in her open doorway in horror like a deer stuck in headlights. Quickly he ducked out and in a crouch quietly ran into his room and shut his door before jumping into bed with his hands and crotch sticky and moist with his semen.

He lay for what felt like an eternity waiting for her to come in and scold him; but she didn't. Finally he gathered enough courage to walk to his door and put his ear to it. Not hearing any sounds he carefully cracked his door and peaked out, her door was closed but he could still hear the TV with lovemaking continuing and amazingly he heard her in a passionate climax. Did she not see him or did she see him and continue? Her door was now closed so she must have seen something. 

He fell asleep still wet and sticky but with a sense of relief and happiness that she partaked in the same late night activities as him. The next morning upon awakening he traveled downstairs ashamed and afraid of what would happen and surprisingly breakfast was waiting and she said "good morning" and kissed him lightly on the lips and rubbed his arm. Nothing was said or acknowledged and life went on.

A week had passed and now it was late and he was in his room with the door cracked and she was heading upstairs; he breathed heavily awaiting lying naked on his bed with his nightstand light on, slowly and deliberately stroking his erection. He wanted her to see it and to know that she was not the only one that masturbated and that they shared this one special thing.

As she approached his door he closed his eyes and fantasized about her masturbating, she stopped at his door and he opened one eye and could see her stopped and looking in. He closed his eyes again and continued to slowly manipulate his cock; he couldn't believe that she was still watching. He stopped just prior to climax and looked at his door, she lowered her eyes and slowly pushed his door all the way open before walking into her room leaving her door open.

Her television went on and soon he could plainly hear porn coming from her room and he saw that her light was on. For several moments they both masturbated separately knowing what the other was doing. He tried to muster the courage to walk in to her room but he could not; he soon ejaculated and then cleaned up and went to sleep thinking of the vision of her and what she smelled like and what she might taste like.



Taboo



I hung there from the rope that suspended my wrists from the decorative hook in the middle of our tray ceiling. This session had been long and harrowing and almost excruciatingly pleasurable, even though now my entire body quivered with exhaustion and I was in pain in several tender places. You had said that today had not been about punishment, it had been about discipline, but to someone who did not understand our world, it would have looked medieval.

I looked up at the twin ceiling fans that twirled on either side of the ceiling and remembered. I remembered you bringing me into the room after I rose from the tub, still scented with lavender and vanilla from the bath, my skin damp and glowing with the oil that I had used to rub myself with afterward. I remembered you taking my silently offered wrists and tying them with the rope that already hung from the hook. I had begun to moisten as soon as you tenderly placed the spreader between my legs and then gasped when you pulled the rope up higher, high enough that my feet were almost "en point" as in my old ballerina days. The room was too cool; you always turned the temperature down before a session, knowing that I am a creature of warmth; this has always been the preamble to my torments.

You touched my breasts tenderly while staring into my eyes, caressing them and weighing them in each hand. Your eyes were luminous and filled with intensity, as though you were trying to feel every sensation with me. You twisted my nipples suddenly and harshly, the sensation making my eyes water. You were still fully dressed, and I became aware of you reaching into your pocket. I felt the nipple clamps snap sharply on each breast at the same time and my back arched as I cried out. You looked into my eyes with chastisement then; the first rule of training is silent, stoic acceptance of discipline. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on a fixed point in my mind, repeating the word "submit" silently. I felt you watching me, allowing me to settle myself. "Open your eyes."

I opened them, looking up at you tranquilly, the need to resist at abeyance for now. You tightened the clamps a bit more, and I felt the bite of the third clamp on my clitoris, and the tranquility wavered as the pain flared. You slid your hand into my hair and pulled me to you, kissing me hungrily and lavishly, and I adjusted to the bite of the clamps on my breasts and my sex, even as I felt myself grow embarrassingly wet. As if you had picked up my scent, you reached down and cupped my pussy, sliding a finger up and down my cleft and pausing to tug the clamp just enough to make me writhe. You walked away from me then and out of the room and let me hang there. 

I slipped in and out of languor for the time that I hung there, somewhere between a quarter to half an hour. My arms were just beginning to get uncomfortably numb when you returned. You lifted a bottle of water to my lips and poured slowly, but when I moved away as if I had had enough you stopped my movement and continued to pour. I complied, drinking the entire bottle, smiling at you slightly for your solicitousness to my well being. You moved to the armoire then and pulled out something that I could not see because of your position behind me and slightly to the right, just out of my visual range. I was still hanging languidly when the flogger struck me viciously on my left side, startling me, since I had expected a much softer blow coming from the right, and I had expected to be struck with something that I find easier to take, the crop for instance. Before I could gather all of these thoughts fully you had struck me at least three more times, methodically switching sides each time. I flinched and writhed under the blows which seemed to increase in intensity and struggled to see your eyes; looking for reassurance. You held my look with an utter lack of expression, and I watched the muscles in your forearms flex as you drew back again and again to strike me. I struggled to remember if I had done something to turn this from discipline to punishment and I could think of nothing; you were always very clear with me at the beginning of a session as to its purpose, if not its actual "scenario". I took comfort in this level of structure; it allowed me to prepare myself for the scene both physically and emotionally. Today seemed to be a breach of the normal order.

I decided to test the parameters a bit. My movements became more unrestrained, and I began to make soft sounds of protest, thinking that perhaps you were unaware of the level of ferocity that you were delivering. Your eyebrow rose dispassionately at all of this, and at the pleading in my eyes, and you drew back and struck me twice as hard, catching my vulva cruelly and absolutely deliberately. The force of the blow was enough to snap the clamp off my clitoris, and the pain was so great that I thought I would faint with it. I let out a wail which I tried to bite back unsuccessfully, and an equally hard blow caught me on the other side of my body, again brutally licking my sex. You had taken your shirt off by then, and I saw a sheen of sweat on your torso. I wept then silently, my body shaking with sobs and the blows stopped. I flinched as your fingers ran over the livid welts that covered me, but I did not make a sound. You brushed my sweat soaked hair back from my face and held my cheeks in your hands, looking into my eyes intently. "Beautifully done."

I realized dimly that this had been a test that I had passed, but I was confused, because you had always been so careful to prepare me for any major increase in intensity that you had planned. You reached for another bottle of water and fed it to me slowly, and this time I drank the whole thing gratefully without attempting to stop. When I was finished, you reached between my legs and began to stroke my cunt insistently, your finger finding my clit engorged and straining, the wetness flooding out of me. You rubbed intently, looking into my eyes the entire time, communicating silently that I was not to close my own eyes, but to hold your gaze. I felt my orgasm building and just as the first spasm shook me you took your hand away. I wanted to sob again; it seemed so unfair to deny me release after putting me through such an ordeal, an ordeal that you had said I had handled well. I closed my eyes and cried helplessly, and then I felt the rope slackening and your hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees. You unclamped my nipples suddenly and simultaneously, and the blood rushing back into them was almost more than I could stand without screaming, but I did not scream. I opened my eyes and looked up at you; your eyes looked utterly unlike your eyes at that moment, as though my dearly loved and familiar Master had been replaced by some entirely different man, a man I did not know at all. You had freed your cock by now and forced it violently into my mouth, using my hair to control me as you raped my throat. In spite of the violence I relaxed a bit mentally; this was familiar territory. I focused on your flesh and your pleasure, and then you convulsed in my throat, your cum spilling in a sticky sweet rush into my mouth. Your hand in my hair softened to a slow stroking and your other hand caressed my shoulder gently. 

"I'll be right back to let you loose."

I smiled at you tentatively, and you gave me a look that was wistful and filled with tenderness. "I love you," you said, and were gone.

I hung there looking up at the slowly turning fans remembering all of this, in a comfortable kneel, my body aroused but relaxed in spite of the stinging welts and my tingling arms, which were still stretched over my head. I considered the intent of your... discipline...Had I been slack or careless in my tasks? Had I been inattentive to your needs? I didn't think so, and it would be so unlike you to punish me without thinking it through and telling me what I was being punished for. This was...something else, but I hardly knew what. In any case, I thought I had passed the test, and that you would reward me when you returned. I relaxed, concentrating on a spot on the carpet and slipping into a silent meditation. 

After another 10 minutes, I was getting slightly uncomfortable, more from the growing fullness in my bladder than anything else. I shifted a bit, and then I became suddenly aware of your eyes on me. You were leaning naked against the door frame watching me; I wondered how long you had been there. "Uncomfortable?"

I smiled. "A little bit."

"What's bothering you?"

"I...my arms are getting numb and I'm stinging a little from my pun-, disciplining, sir"

You looked seriously at me. "Did you think it was a punishment?"

"No...yes, I don't know, "I said softly.

"I would never punish you without telling you the reason, you know that."

"I...yes sir, I know but..." I trailed off before finishing my sentence.

"But you weren't ready for the intensity, you thought that I was really going to hurt you, and that I had lost sight of remembering to take care of you even while disciplining you."

You looked genuinely saddened while you spoke, and I found myself wanting to make it better. "No, I knew you wouldn't really hurt me but..."

"But you didn't trust me."

You walked over and let my arms down, rubbing my shoulders and my forearms tenderly, bringing the warmth and feeling back. You slipped the spreader from between my legs and laid it to the side.

"When we decided to build a life together we talked about our needs and commitments to each other in great detail. We agreed that discipline and punishment were a necessary part of our way of life, and I promised to honor your trust in me with your flesh with the utmost care and seriousness."

You stopped for a moment and picked up a jar of ointment which you began to apply tenderly to my welts.

"You promised to entrust your body and mind to me absolutely."

I bit my lip; I wanted to say "yes but..." But you looked so pensive that I let you continue without interruption, even though at this point I felt that I was free to speak.

"You don't trust me with yourself entirely."

"But you said I handled it beautifully..."

"You did, but only after fighting to convince yourself that I was still myself, and not a stranger who was going to damage you carelessly."

I thought back to the moment when I had thought that you seemed like someone else entirely and blushed; sure that you had read my thoughts. You sighed. "I love you, I don't want some of you, I want all of you."

You stood up and looked down at me. "Are you uncomfortable?"

I squirmed, suddenly aware of my body again. My bladder was starting to protest more loudly. "A little."

"What's wrong?"

"My skin is stinging a little, and I'd like to cum..."

"Hmmm, you look like you need to go to the bathroom the way you're squirming."

I blushed again, I don't like to discuss bodily functions directly, and you know that. "I do, a little," I said, looking down.

You squatted down next to me and tilted my face up to yours. "Look at me." I looked into your eyes uncertainly. "I poured 2 bottles of water into you more than 45 minutes ago, and you're telling me 'a little'?" You shook your head, "you don't trust me with everything."

I looked into your eyes and understood. The flogging had been intended as discipline, not punishment, but it was only meant to be the first phase of my discipline today.

"I don't, I can't..." I looked into your eyes again and saw the question there.

"What does your submission mean?"

We stared at each other for long minutes and then I stood up unsteadily. I held out my hand.

"All right."

You led me into the bathroom, past the sunken tub where I had taken my lavender and vanilla scented bath an eternity ago, and into the shower at the end of the room. I stepped in uncertainly, shaking violently, my heart pounding in my ears. I knelt; my legs slightly parted and looked up at you. You stood outside, arms folded, studying my face with more intensity than I had ever seen in you. I wanted to look away, to run away, but I could not; this was my discipline, and this was my vow. My body struggled with the need to release itself, while everything conscious in me fought to control that need, to keep this part of myself secret and private. My mind flew through the scenes of our life together in rapid play back; the love, the need, the desire and above all, the trust. I started to let go; my warm piss flowing out of me slowly at first, then faster, I almost fell with the waves of emotion that swept through me. Your eyes were hot on mine and we were locked on each other in a moment of absolute intimacy. The flow slowed and you knelt beside me, slipping your hand between my legs, letting the last few drops flow through your fingers. I laid my head on your shoulder and you held me, kissing my hair and stroking me, careful not to hurt my welted flesh. 

With a sudden groan you stood and lifted me, pressing me against the wall of the shower and sliding into me with a smooth thrust. You fucked me as though you were having me for the first time, and it was savage and sweet at the same time. You cock impaled me deeply and your tongue ravaged my mouth. I came hard against you, your mouth muffling my scream, and before the first orgasm finished another ripped through me, just as I felt your cock throbbing your orgasm into the depths of my body. 

My legs slid down and I leaned against you, our breathing and heartbeats synchronized. You turned on the shower and washed me gently, the smell of lavender and vanilla filling the air again. 



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Taboo: A Memoir

By Tom Hathaway

A true story of mother / son incest that lasted 35 years;

A unique drama that includes a justifiable homicide of the father.

Foreword & first three chapters





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Now that I was no longer holding her, I grew afraid: So near yet so far—maybe something terrible would happen—she might reject me. My face trembled and my limbs quivered.

Seeing my anxiety, she hugged me to her and held her cheek against my erection, cupped gentle fingers around it. Mom's touch calmed me instantly, and I stopped shaking. I knew I would get home, that everything would be all right, that I would have her at last.

My shorts came off and my member swung free; we stared at it and then into each other's eyes. Within her dilated pupils I saw my tiny reflection splashing and playing like a baby. Bowing to a force greater than ourselves, we folded into each other's arms.

I eased her down onto the rug, and she raised her hips to let me remove the last silken barrier between us. As the panties came off, what they had been hiding emerged, its red lips and black hair wet and glistening. Its musk mingled tantalizingly with the scent of her perfume, making me want to inhale it, burrow into it, devour it.

Her Place was just as bold, proud, and triumphant as its co-conspirator between my legs. Perhaps even more so, because it had given birth to all of me. My manliness had passed through her womanly portal once before and was finally coming back for a more pleasurable visit. From our middles, our genitals commanded us like generals marching to victory.

Except that I had no idea what to do. I stared at her riches with awe, but seemed in suspended animation. With a smile, Diana pulled me on top of her. The feel of her breasts, belly and legs under me, all of her soft, supporting structure, made me swoon.

Mom took me in her hand, placed me where I needed to be, and led me back through the gates of life. I pushed inside her and felt her moist heat enfolding me, drawing me into heaven. Her center encircled me, surrounded me with a pressure that flexed and flowed in rhythms of delight. As I pushed in deeper and filled her up, she wrapped her legs around me, wanting me as much as I wanted her. A happy, wordless burble poured from deep within her. She gazed up at me like she couldn't believe it was me, her son, doing this to her. "Ooh...my boy," she said in appreciative amazement.

It felt so good and I loved her so much I wanted to cry. "I'm back inside you...finally...so wonderful."

With a pounding rush I exploded gloriously into her. "Oh mommy!" I cried in delirium.

She clasped me in her arms and held on. "Oh Tommy!"





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When I made the scene, Jacquot decided fatherhood was a bring down. Rug rats weren't his style. He packed his rucksack and went back on the road. Mom got a postcard from him once from Tangier but nothing else.

Diana pulled herself together and, at eighteen, accepted her new role as single mother. It was difficult. She was a free spirit, and now she had a huge responsibility: yours truly. She decided she needed a college degree, so she pushed aside her Beat disrespect for academics and enrolled in the University of Colorado at Boulder, majoring in cultural anthropology. Maintaining her nonconformist ways, she became active in the Young People's Socialist League and the Congress of Racial Equality. She toted me along to classes, to civil rights demonstrations, and to the Ten O'clock Scholar and the Sink, the hang-outs for the few fifties' fringies at the university.

Her parents footed the bill. They'd been mortified by her pregnancy and were relieved when she "left that disgusting milieu and got back in line by going to college."

Diana discovered she liked mental work and poured herself into her studies. She went on to law school, an outgrowth of her political activism, and became a criminal defense attorney. The Denver Public Defender's office offered her a position, which she accepted.

Most attorneys use a stint as a Public Defender to gain experience before moving on to big-time criminals who view large legal fees as CDB: Cost of Doing Business. But Diana stayed with it, defending poor, uneducated people who made mistakes out of desperation.

Early on, while she was still naive, she fell in love with one of her clients, a charming, good-looking crook who stole her cash and jewelry. This happening after Jacquot's desertion must have soured her on men. In the years that followed she dated and had an occasional affair, but it didn't go beyond that, and she became pretty much of a career woman. But when I got rheumatic fever and had to miss a year of school, she cut her hours back to half time so she could take care of me.

Mom and I had a good relationship until I hit puberty, and even then it wasn't terrible, just typical. Since we knew each other so well, we could still communicate, but it was too often a communication of anger and frustration. I was sullen and rude, she nagging and high-strung. The tension between us was palpable, blocking us from each other, pushing us away. In retrospect I can see that we were fighting our urges, trying to alienate the other person to avoid embracing them.

Once we discovered the joys of the embrace, there was no going back. Our passion was unstoppable.



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"Maybe we should leave them...as souvenirs," I suggested.

She kissed me again, lightly. "We don't need souvenirs. Now we can do it whenever we want. But not on the rug." She gave my damp cock an appreciative pat. "Well...maybe if we put a towel under us."





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Our rolling passion built as we swayed and lunged together. I kissed her back through the yellow silk.

"Oh...you're making me come! Oh, fuck me!" she said. As I pounded it into her, her voice became a scream and her ass writhed around my tool. I didn't know she could bend in so many different ways and her cunt could grip me in so many different ways, but I managed to stay with her as her orgasm sparked mine. In waves of pleasure my semen streamed out of my balls, pumped higher and higher up my shaft, jetted out the tip, and spurted into mom. We were one once again. My screams of lust blended with hers while the table rattled, tea sloshed out of the cups, and blueberries bobbed in our cereal bowls.

As our passion slackened, we moved more slowly, then stood still, and I finally pulled out of her, our morning gymnastics completed. Diana raised herself from the table, and her skirt fell back down so she looked again fully dressed in her serious business outfit and ready for work. I on the other hand had my jeans down around my ankles, and my wet red organ was dripping the last of its load onto them. Pointing at it, mom asked in mock outrage, "What's that doing at the breakfast table?"

She gave it a squeeze, then plucked her undies from the floor. "So much for these. I wear them a half hour around you and they're already drenched." Waving them, she dashed into the bathroom to clean up. I pulled up my pants, sat back down, and finished my crunchy granola.

She came out all hurried and professional looking, picked up her briefcase, and kissed me on my milky mouth. "This was truly a breakfast to remember. But I won't tell the judge why I'm late."

I shot her a V sign as she swept out the door.





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I did, imagining her thyroid gland humming beneath my lips, keeping her in tune.

"No one else has ever kissed me there. No one besides you ever will. It's all yours. Now here...kiss me." She touched the tops of her breasts where they canyoned down into her bra.

"This spot's just for you now. No one else kisses me there, just you." She cupped her hands under her bra. "Now take this off. I don't like it."

I reached behind and eagerly unhooked the clasp—I'd gotten good at that. The bra fell away and her tits spread out to take charge of her topside, fresh and sassy, twinkling up at me, nipples already firm. Hi there, they seemed to say. We need a kiss.

I dipped my head and started for them, but mom cupped her palms over them. "Not yet. First you need to know something." She raised my chin with her fingers until our eyes met. "These are only for you. No one else gets to suck them." She lifted them with her hands, offering them to me as a bountiful gift. "Here. Take them."

I held one in each hand, loving their substantial heft and overflowing luxury. As I kissed one, the other began piping, Me me me! I went from one to the other, sucking and smiling, alternating between two heavens where worry was unknown.   "Take off your mother's pants."

I left her bosom, sorry to be parting but hungry for her other treats, and got down on my knees before her.

"But first kiss her tummy."

Pressing my cheek and ear to hug her midriff, I heard dinner gurgling under her padding. I kissed in a circle around the soft cushion of her stomach, then homed in on her belly button, licking it and teasing it with my tongue.

"Tickles," she said with a shiver.

I stopped licking and stared into her knotted omphalos, sensing the great chain of navels leading from womb to womb back to the first mother, wishing my phallus was long enough to reach all the way along it back to Eve. The first family must've been incestuous or else none of us would be here.

"My tummy is just for you to play with. Now pull down my pants."

I unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, revealing a slice of white abdomen. I used to be inside there, I thought, all cuddled up in her. As I kissed down to her pink panties, I inhaled her piscine scent and began panting. I lowered the blue denim over her round bottom and could see the black pubic shadow under the lace of her panties. I pressed my lips worshipfully against the mound, feeling its warmth and breathing its aroma deeply. Diana kicked off her Mexican sandals. Pulling the pants further down, I uncovered her strong, thick thighs and nipped them gently with my teeth while nuzzling my head into her crotch. At her knees I sucked the skin and thanked the inner bones and cartilage for their good work. I licked her curved calves and narrow ankles, and she stepped out of her jeans. Staring back up the long columns of her legs, I saw an oval of moisture on the pink panties.

"These legs love to wrap around you...and nobody else." She patted my head. "Now make me naked...then take me naked."

I slid the damp undies down in back and stroked her plump buns, lifted them, squeezed them, kissed them. The scent of her musk made me pant faster; my dick was so hard it hurt. I pulled the silk away from her center, uncovering its black kinky curls, fat cheeks, and wet protruding lips that chirped a command: Adore me!

With a long swipe I got rid of the underpants. Gasping, I pressed my lips to the lips of her cunt and licked their slick fuchsia ruffles. Yes, I do! My nose prodded through her bush, craving more of her sex smell. From behind, my hand slid into her groin, fingers opening her passageway.

"My pussy is just for you," mom assured me from above. "No one else gets to look at it...or kiss it...or put their cock inside it. It's your pussy now." She ran her fingers through my hair.

I gave her thighs a parting kiss and stood up. Our eyes formed a deep channel of trust as they met. I gazed down at her nude curvaceous body, and my hard-on now ached inside my pants. I was so moved by the way she'd given herself to me that I had to do the same for her. "Take off your son's clothes," I told her. "Strip him."

I raised my arms, and she peeled off my T-shirt, tickling her fingers over my chest. "OK if I cop a feel?" she asked.

I nodded, and she pressed her hands hard against me, squeezing my chest, shoulders, and biceps. "You're strong," she said.

"You made me strong."

"I want to make you right now." Diana bit me on the neck, and I gently pinched her tit between the muscles of my upper and lower arm, loving the contrast of her softness and my hardness.

"Then you can have me. I'm only for you," I pledged myself to her.

Her hands were at my waist, caressing my stomach then tugging at the metal buttons of my jeans. As they came undone, the heavy denim fell to my ankles and my white steepled underpants proclaimed, I'm next. My turn!

The tip of the tented cotton was wet, and her rubbing finger made it even wetter. She gave it little pinches, first the head, then down the shaft, and I shuddered with pleasure. "What's inside there?" mom asked innocently as a little girl.

I had to swallow before I could speak. "That's for you to find out."

She pulled the elastic away and looked in; her eyes grew big with alarm. "You've got a strange big thing in there! What's it for?"

"For you to find out."

"Not sure I want to. It might bite me."

"It won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good. Then here!" she yanked the shorts down, and its full heft swung out, its one moist eye focused on her. "Oh," she said and put one hand to her chest. "What does it want?"

"You," I told her. "You're the only one it wants. That thing is just for you."

Her fingers reached out and touched it tentatively, as if it were a large and possibly dangerous animal. "What does it want to do to me?"

I stroked her shoulders comfortingly. "Go inside of you. It only goes inside of you."

"Well...OK. If you say so. But where does it go?"

I touched her sopping wet center. "In here. It belongs in here."

Her face was anxious. "Then put it in me now...before I get too afraid."

"You have to lie down on the bed."

Diana fell back, legs spread, knees up, wet red cunt open. "Like this?"

"Just like that." I toed out of my tennies, then stepped out of my jeans and shorts.

"It won't hurt?" she asked.

I kneeled on the bed between her ankles. "Maybe just a little bit."

"Oh!" She closed her knees and bit her full lower lip with her small white teeth.

I opened her knees. "Just at first."

"And then?"

"Then it'll feel good."

"OK. But don't put it in all at once. Just a little at a time," she said in a pout.

I moved up between her thighs. As she saw my prong approaching, she closed her eyes, scrinched her face and turned it to the side, and gnawed fearfully on the quilt.

I pushed it between her nether lips. "Does that hurt?" I asked, shuddering with bliss at the touch.

"Not if you do it slow."

I did it slow...and long...sinking in gradually, loving every millimeter of it, until I was buried to the hilt in her tight hot wet vagina.

"I'm all filled up," mom mumbled through puffed lips.

"Good. That's the way you're supposed to be. I'm supposed to fill you up."

"Oh." She wiggled around it. "I like it."

I pulled it back out.

"Don't go away," she protested.

"I'll come right back."

"OK."

I rubbed the head around the rim, pressing it into all the soft frills and nodes, nudging it against the arch of her portal. Then I sank very slowly back into ecstasy, opening her up again.

"Oh...you're doing it to me." Her voice trailed off into a grunt.

"I'm only going to do it you," I told her. "You're the only woman for me."

Mom clutched me tightly in her arms and raised her legs high to wrap them around my back. I encircled her with my arms and cuddled her up into me. With her tilted like this, her tits slid toward her shoulders, and I filled my mouth with one of them.

I moved in and out while she rocked back and forth to my slow thrusts. Her hands clutched hungrily at my head, back, and rear. We stared deeply into each other, seeing the kind of love that can only come after a pledge of fidelity. "Thank you...for being mine," I managed to whisper.

"Oh, I am! You've taken me. I'm your woman."

"Yes...and I'm your man." I began to piston her harder, banging against her, needing to have her totally, even wanting to punish her a little for ever having made love to anybody but me, ridiculous as that was. She threw her head back and arched her body into mine, taking it all in, liking it.

"That hurts so good. Oh...it's making me come," she gasped. Diana's inner muscles tightened onto me in spasms, and her pelvis rose to meet each of my pumping thrusts, just as strong and urgent as mine. Our bodies were smacking into each other, joined at their hairy middles into a creature that was more than both of us. Her fingernails dug into my back and raked long stripes in my skin.

This sting added a delicious spice to my excitement. I drove into her faster, harder, over the top and spinning out of control. In a roiling mass of shouting bodies we came together, grappling and wrestling, merging into one.

After a long tumult we lay sprawled in exhaustion like warriors after a battle. "What a good fucker you are. You really put it to me," mom said finally. "After that I can't call you Tommy anymore. Now you're definitely Tom. My man Tom...as in male animal!"

She laid her head on my chest. "You make me feel like such a girl...like I'm still learning about things...how it all works down there. It's gotten so much...livelier." Diana peered at her Down There, then at mine. Mine was now considerably smaller, and hers was damp and soft. What mine had put inside hers was now seeping out between her pink lips. Resting now, both our parts seemed smugly contented and totally in charge.

Snuggling in closer, mom offered her breasts up to me. "Kiss them some more. They like it so much." While I gladly took them in my mouth, she continued to talk, but nervously now. "You've played with other girls' breasts before, right? I mean, you've gone this far...with...girls. Am I a girl? Do I count?"

I stopped kissing and rested my cheek on her tits. "You're the only one who counts."

"But how far did you go...with the other...girls?" It was as if she didn't want to ask but forced herself to. "The breasts, like now?"

"Sometimes."

"Inside the underpants?"

"Once." I was embarrassed and irritated that she was prying.

"Who was that with?"

"Why do you want to know?"

She hugged me as if I might suddenly disappear. "Guess I'm just jealous. Maybe I'm tormenting myself. What little bitch has been after my boy?"

I left her bosom and propped myself up on my elbow. "Maybe I was after her." Mom flinched—it brought out the lines around her eyes and mouth, made her look older. "But I'm not after her anymore," I reassured her. "It was just because I didn't have you."

She hugged me and seemed relieved. "Sorry to pester you. I'm glad you want it to be only me. We'll forget about the others."

"Good," I said. "Just you and me."

Diana gave a short, exhausted laugh. "This isn't easy, is it?"

"No...but it's worth it."

We lay back in each other's arms, and I thought about what a heavy vow we had pledged. Now we were really a couple. It was a little scary, but it felt deeper and richer, much better. Jacquot's threat had raised us to a whole new level of commitment.





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I pushed my tongue as far inside as I could, exploring her depths, seeking her stamen, savoring her nectar. She really was a flower—even her taste had the tartness of rose hip tea.

She began to move and moan. As I rubbed the top of her arch, she said between pants, "A little higher...on the outside...my clit."

I knew where she meant but I didn't know that's what it was called. Clit...rhymes with slit, likes to be licked, gives her a fit. I held this tender button between my lips and sucked it while brushing it with my tongue.

"Not too hard. Gentle," she said. I eased up. "Yes...ouooo...now slow," she murmured. Mom stretched her arms back over her head and relaxed into it, wiggling and groaning.

Barely moving my lips and tongue, I pressed around it and glided over it, trying to tune in to what it liked the best, but not wanting to give it to her all at once. Whenever she started to quiver, I'd back off so it would last longer. With my hands I pressed her tummy and rubbed what I could of her bottom beneath her raised thighs.

"Now, dear, put your finger inside me," Diana said.

I shoved my longest digit deep within her.

"Oh good. Now press...on the other side...from where you're sucking. Yes...rub it around."

I pulsed my finger against this spot, and it engorged so that now she was swollen on both sides. With my tongue I continued to encircle her clit, then began whirling around it faster and sucking harder with my lips.

Mom fell apart, collapsing into spasms, voice thundering, body shuddering. All I could do was hold on as her flesh-flower billowed and shook in rippling waves, her loins writhed, and her legs squeezed me tight. Fluid showered out of her underground springs, soaking my hand and chin. She was awash with wetness.

Gradually her storm quieted and her garden grew calm again. Her hand found my head and she twined her fingers in my hair, which was still nestled in her hair. "You're so good to me!" she said.

Licking my lips, I left her bouquet and kissed her thighs. "It's quite amazing down here."

"I'm glad you like it. It likes you."

I came up face to face with her, kissed her upper set of lips, and held her close. Our exertions had smeared her make-up: her cheeks were streaked with blue eye shadow and black mascara. As she saw me examining her, she said, "I bet I'm a wreck." She patted me on the thigh and sat up, her breasts swinging. "Let me redo, and I'll come back for a cuddle."

"I want to see you put on the make-up," I said. She never wore a lot of it, but I was curious about what it was and how she put it on.

Mom wrinkled up her face and shook her head at this outrageous request. "My dear son, you may look at my pussy...but you may NOT look at me putting on my make-up. Never! Don't ask!" From her tone I could tell this was serious business and I'd better not pry any further into this feminine mystery.



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Jacquot couldn't let go. He gradually started in again, this time more subtly, harder to pin down. He'd "just happen" to go to the same grocery store when mom went shopping. He'd "just happen" to pick the same movie as we did. (We loved necking in the movies. It was so daring to sit there in the dark surrounded by people while we French kissed and felt each other up. It made up for our not being able to make out in public. But knowing Jacquot might be there put a damper on our fun.)

We were getting spooked by him. When we were making love at night, we'd wonder if he was out there lurking around. We needed to get away from the pressure, so mom rented us a cabin in the mountains for the weekend.

She let me drive the green Beetle up to Fort Collins, along the Cache la Poudre River into the Rockies, and over the pass into Walden. She was wearing a denim miniskirt that showed off her thighs, but I tried to keep my eyes on the road. It was a beautiful route, with willows flanking the river between pink sandstone canyon walls. For me the river was Diana's flowing center, the springy willows her hair, the pink walls her legs, and I was penetrating up to the source of her stream. Over the front range, we dropped down into a broad, fertile plateau, green and well-watered, ideal for raising hay, cattle, and horses. The rolling lushness of it reminded me of her midlands—her loins, stomach, and hips where I had spent nine wonderful months. On the horizon soared the white peaks of the high Rockies, where the storm gods lived in snowy heaven.

The small town of Walden, a commercial center for the local ranchers, was less charming than its name and the country around it. Our cabin was beyond it in the wild, at the end of a long gravel road behind a locked gate, totally isolated. Diana had picked it especially so we wouldn't have neighbors.

The log cabin was comfortable but a little hokey, done up for Eastern tourists who want a cowboy outing: elk's head mounted above the river-rock fireplace, spurs and horseshoes decorating the mantel, bear skin rug, wagon-wheel chandelier, a branding iron for a fire poker. In the closet hung some western duds for the dudes: chaps, fringed leather vest, bolo ties, gun belt without a gun. The walls were hung with prints by Charlie Russell, the cowboy artist. The ceiling was knotty pine—with all the knots looking like eyes peering down on us.

Next to the cabin were a small corral and a barn that held a few chickens and two riding horses. Surrounding that were pastures of the adjoining ranch, where other horses and a herd of black Angus cattle grazed. Beyond in all directions stretched forest and mountains.

Ours were the only buildings in sight, so we finally felt free to just be ourselves and show our love. In the city, especially since Jacquot had shown up, we always had to hold back. Even something as simple as a kiss on the lips could cause suspicion. Although I was legally an adult, society had labeled our love a crime and would punish us both with years in prison. This constant need to be careful took its toll on our spirits. The Beatles' lyric, "You've got to hide your love away," seemed written for us.

The first thing we did, right on the front porch, was take off each other's clothes. Reveling in new freedom and the warm sun, we rubbed each other's naked bodies with tanning lotion until we glistened. Some parts that weren't used to the sun got extra attention—we wanted to get hot but not burn.

Out in the pasture, the animals were mating. Wild with desire, the stallions were mounting the mares, biting their necks to the point of viciousness, neighing and whinnying as they sank their poles deep inside the magic place. The bulls were lumbering up on the cows, humping those massive haunches, thrusting their schlongs into those commodious cunts, both bellowing with pleasure. In the corral, a cock was treading a hen, hopping onto her back, digging his spurs in to hold on, poking his little red rooster into her feathery nest, crowing with delight. The bears and bugs and bunnies were fucking, and their frantic antics made us tremendously horny to join them.

"I'll bet some of them are mothers and sons," I said, creaming mom's rear end. "The animals aren't hung up on all that prudery."

"That's true. They'll do it that way whenever they get the chance." She squirted a line of lotion along my cock and massaged it in.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous to say it's unnatural...when nature does it herself." I patted her buns.

By now we were both aroused, but we wanted to find an idyllic setting for enjoying each other. Our plan was to explore the place on horseback, have a picnic, then play around.

To get there, though, we needed to wear a few things. Not wanting to squash my balls, I'd brought a jock strap. Curious about how it worked, Diana insisted on putting it on me. She stretched the elastic bands around my rump and tried to fit my penis into the pouch. One hairy, wrinkled testicle dangled from the side. "That will never do," she said. "But I'm afraid I'll hurt it if I just put it in."

"You won't hurt it," I told her. "It's not so fragile."

Mom reached inside the pouch from the top, gave what was in there a tickle, raised the lower edge of the elastic, and cautiously pulled the straying nut back in. By then the shaft was hard and stuck out the top, unwilling to go in. She asked doubtfully, "You sure this strap thing's going to work?"

I nodded. "Once he knows you're not going to play with him anymore, he'll give up and go back in."

She gave him a parting kiss. "Good-bye for now. See you later."

The kiss made him grow even more. "That's not the way to discourage him," I told her.

Mom looked at him sympathetically. "Well, I don't want him to get too discouraged." She examined the bulging pouch. "I don't see how that elastic can protect him. The least little bump would go right through."

"All it does is hold everything up out of the way...so he doesn't get banged around."

She gave it a pat and said, "OK...I hope so. I'd hate for anything to happen." She looked me over again, then turned me around and snapped the straps against my bare ass. "It's cute," she concluded. "But not as cute as nothing."

For protection from rocks and sun, we put on our cowboy boots and hats which we'd brought from home. These we hardly ever wore in Denver—too touristy—but out here they were practical work clothes.

The horses were two gentle mares, patient and used to all sorts of dudes. Our being nude dudes didn't seem to bother them at all. With only her hat and boots on, Diana looked like the ultimate cowgirl swinging up into the saddle.

Staying within the property of the cabin for privacy, we rode a trail that wended among aspen trees along a stream leading to a green glade where beavers had dammed the flow to make a pond. We could hear the burble of water, the flutter of leaves in the breeze, chatter of birds, splash of trout in the pond, clatter of horse hooves on rock—but all these sounds were just punctuation in the surrounding silence. We were a long ways from Denver.

Diana's thighs rippled and her jugs jiggled from the rocking sway of the horse. Every part of her was in tempting motion. Her nipples stiffened from a combination of the groin massage she was enjoying, the fresh air, and my admiring gaze.

I wanted to see a beaver, looked all over, but couldn't find any. Mom's was enticingly out of sight too, hidden by the saddle pommel. I knew it was there, though, and that I'd be playing with it soon.

I got a great shot of it when she dismounted—blue glints shining on her curly black hairs in the sunlight, red lips spread and moist from riding, ready for me to ride them. She'd left a long smear of juice on the saddle, and I inhaled her delicious fragrance. Her scent and those of the horse and leather combined into an olfactory feast of nature in the raw.

But we had other sorts of hunger too, so we unpacked our picnic, then unsaddled the horses and tethered them so they could drink in the stream and graze. We spread the saddle blankets on the grass and sprawled out to enjoy a naked lunch of carrot sticks (most of which went to the horses), tuna sandwiches, potato salad, apple juice, and chocolate cake (none of which went to the horses). We tilted back our hats, gazed up at the white clouds and blue sky, and felt totally at peace.

"We're so lucky," Diana said. "We get to do what other people only dream of."

I picked a dandelion crown and blew the dried seedlings over her; they stuck here and there on her fine-pored skin like spangles. "That's 'cause we're brave enough...to actually do it...to really love each other." I kissed her earlobe, her forehead, her slightly upturned nose. She lay back on the saddle blanket and shielded her eyes with the hat. I plucked a grass stalk that was bending with graceful heaviness under its load of seed and teased the tassels over her breasts, down her tummy, around her loins, between her legs, through her bush, and into her fecund, furrowed delta. She squirmed under the tickling, and her moisture clung to the seeds, making them shine. Now they'll sprout wonderfully, I thought, tossing the stalk back onto its mother earth. My balls hung heavy with a load of seed that yearned to return to its mother.

I cupped my hand protectively on her pubic mound; as I fluttered my fingers over it, she breathed a long sigh. I kneaded it gently, squeezing the lips together, then opening them. They seemed to like that, so I did it some more, this time with a finger between them that rubbed over her clit.

While that hand was occupied, the other went up to her breasts to show them some appreciation. My fingertips stroked them, skimming the nipples, aureoles, and full, sloping sides, teasing them into alertness. Then my whole hand massaged them, first one glory, then the other. My lips joined in the fun so neither mamma would be neglected, kissing them, sucking them, tasting suntan lotion and sweat.

With mock horror Diana asked, "Oh my son...that thing between your legs...you're not going to ram it into me again, are you?"

"Yes, I am."

"No! Why? How could you do such a terrible thing to your mother?"

"Because I love you."

She exhaled with resignation. "Then I guess you'll have to do it to me." She pulled the top of my jock strap down, and what it was holding expanded out at her, red and indignant at being confined. "There it is. It doesn't look like it would take no for an answer."

"It won't. It's going to take you. But it'll be nice to you...if you're good."

"Then I'll be good." She pulled the strap all the way off. We kissed and our tongues writhed together like two snakes mating.

"Get up on your hands and knees," I told her.

"Like this?" mom asked obediently. With her mane of bay hair falling over her face, teats hanging down, fanny up in the air, and legs spread, she really looked like a female animal, a pony ready for mating. She even smelled horsy.

"You're my beautiful chestnut mare," I told her.

"And you're my mighty stallion." She wiggled her butt in readiness. "I'm in heat."

I lay on my back underneath her and nuzzled into her udder, let her tits flop in my face, and sucked their heavy fullness. This was definitely the place to be. I felt like a pony foal or Romulus and Remus being suckled by the wild wolf.

But Diana had other parts too. I scooted down between her legs, breathing the aroma of saddle leather, and stared up at her vulva, open and wet in estrus, exuding its own magnetic odor that drew me to it and made me tremble. The plum-colored lips were swelling and moving. Fill us, they ordered.

First I gave them my face. My mouth fastened on her clit and began to suck. My nose, not big enough to fill her but good for starters, squished through the petals into her vagina. My eyes focused on her ass, its pink little bung smelling a bit like roasted peanuts. I licked a finger and rubbed it around the rim; she wiggled and squealed. I prodded it in a bit more, opening her rear vent; she squirmed. Propping myself on my elbows, I ran my other hand over her buns, spreading first one then the other. She had such a nice ass, so round and gentle, appreciative of affection, incapable of cruelty. It might not be as smart and sassy as her tits, but it was sensitive and good-hearted.

"I want your cock—now!" Mom's voice came from above.

"Where?"

"In my pussy," she said with a pout of impatience.

I crawled out from under her, loomed over her, and mounted her from behind. She raised her rump to me and lowered her head onto her folded arms, compliant and eager. I placed the tip of my tool at her entrance and with one swift thrust of my hips plunged it all into her at once.

She yelled with pain and delight. "Oh, fuck me!"

I kept doing it, drawing it out and shoving it back in, but she didn't yell anymore, just gurgled. Sweat ran down her breasts and dripped off her nipples like milk. For a lovely long time we rocked in each other. Feeling like a rutting stallion, I bit the back of her neck, not hard, just enough to let her know she was mine.

I realized I was luckier than a stallion. Although my organ wasn't as big, my hooves had fingers. I reached my hand into her muff and caressed her spread-open parts. I found her clit and inflamed it with rapid pulses while driving my length into her. Gazing happily around at the mountains, trees, stream, and fellow creatures, I knew we were all joined as one.

As we continued, Diana's body tensed to rigidity, then began quivering in climax. From her arched neck and open mouth poured a mating cry, a howl of desire. She met each of my thrusts with her own orgasmic force and ground her groin into mine.

I started coming and my surges flattened her onto the saddle blankets. I pounded my spouting limb into her harder and harder, and we humped together in a swarm of flesh, vibrant with all the force of nature, overwhelmed with the love and passion we were pouring into each other. Gradually our gushing streams ebbed and our flailing bodies quieted until we lay still, exhausted, mute.

After this power we'd unleashed, all we could do was hold each other and pant with satisfaction. Diana was first to speak: "My dear animal...what you do to me! I don't want it to ever end. This is so amazing."

Our hats had come off but we were still in our boots. The saddle blankets itched against our bare sweaty skin. Still unable to talk, I picked up two green-and-silver aspen leaves and balanced them atop her brown nipples, but they kept falling off. Finally I put them back on and before they could fall I blew them off. "It doesn't have to end," I managed to say, but a shadow of fear had passed over me, and it sounded like I was trying to convince us.

Mom shielded her eyes from the sun and was silent a while, then said, "Let's do something. Let's...go swimming."

"Sounds cold."

She kicked off her boots and stood up in nude maternal glory. "Last one in's a chicken."

"What's wrong with being a chicken?"

"You'll find out." She tiptoed out onto the beaver dam wincing from twigs against her tootsies, leaped into the pond, sank under the water, then burst back to the surface, spluttering and shrieking, "It's cold!"

"Told you so."

Incensed by my laughter, she splashed me with great gouts of water. "If you don't come in I'll drown...just like Ophelia."

I didn't know who Ophelia was, but I didn't want her to drown, and I wanted to see up close what the cold water was doing to her nipples, so I went in too. I started slowly, a little bit at a time, but she splashed me so much that I jumped for her and we wrestled in the water. "You're in trouble!" I said, spanking her bottom.

"Look at you!" Diana pointed at what was now shriveled from the cold water. "I haven't seen it so little in ten years."

Gradually getting used to the chill, we swam and floated in the pond, laughing and kissing, tingling with stimulation. Stippled with goose bumps, her breasts bobbed buoyantly out in front of her, nipples darker and more prickled than I'd ever seen.

From the surface I saw a dark hole underwater on the dam that looked like the entry to the beaver lodge. I dived down for a closer look, but everything was blurry. Hello, beavies, I thought. Hope you're having fun in there.

After five minutes we were cold again—time to get out. "Oh no, we didn't bring a towel," Diana said. "Now we will freeze."

Shivering and chattering, we scampered around the meadow and shook ourselves dry like dogs. The horses munched the grass and watched us contentedly. Then they clip-clopped us back to the cabin.

Once there, it was clothes time again—enough naked delights for now. We got dressed, bidding each other's bods a temporary farewell. Diana had brought along some weekend work that needed attention. She dug into her briefcase, and I decided to take a hike.

Through experience we'd learned that we got along better if we each had time to ourselves. If we did everything together, it got too intense and we'd burn out on each other.

"What do you want for dinner?" mom asked as I was leaving.

I thought it over. "I guess they don't deliver pizza out here."

"You could be the mighty hunter—shoot us a buffalo." Diana aimed an imaginary rifle.

"Buffalo Bill beat me to it...shot 'em all. How about a chicken?"

"No. If one's missing we won't get our deposit back. But fresh eggs would be good. I've been wanting to go vegetarian anyway."

"I'll see what I can do."

Outside, I rambled the other direction from where we'd ridden, crossed the pasture, managing to step in both horse apples and cow pies, and came to the forest. Among the ponderosas the air was cool and breezeless with an astringent nip of pine resin. I saw a porcupine bristling with quills as it waddled along, and I wondered how they mate without stabbing each other. I saw a blue jay and a chipmunk.

I searched for edible plants. We'd read a new book, Eat the Weeds, and were into wild salads and veggies. In a meadow I found dandelion, sheepshead, sorrel, and along a stream, watercress. When my hands were full, I headed back.

In the barn I gave the horses some more oats. A lariat hung near them on the wall. It gave me an idea, so I tossed the coil of rope over my shoulder. I found four eggs in the laying boxes, speckled and brown and stuck with bits of down and dung. I thanked the hens and took them. Feeling like a Provider, I marched into the cabin.

Diana was sitting at the table sorting through piles of data processing cards. These colorful, perforated rectangles had been a great advance in office automation, although now they are as obsolete as slide rules. I asked if I could help, and she said sure. It turned out the cards were the mailing list of a new organization she and some other attorneys had founded, Lawyers for Peace. They were setting up legal defense teams for draft resisters, bringing lawsuits to stop US violence in Vietnam, and wanted eventually to pass laws making war and the manufacture of weapons illegal. Those were more optimistic times, when change seemed more possible than it does now.

Diana had gotten a friend in the state's data processing center to put the mailing list on these cards, making it easier to send out newsletters and organizational material. This unauthorized use of government equipment could get them both fired, but that risk made it more appealing.

She explained how the cards worked, and I grew fascinated. I'd always liked puzzles, but most of them seemed pointless. These cards with their patterns of meaningful punch-holes were a puzzle with a purpose. When she told me the people who do this make lots of money, I got even more interested. Decoding the information on the cards, then sorting and classifying them, was my first introduction to what later became my career: computer programming. The fact that it was for an idealistic organization also stuck with me. I still donate my time designing software for the War Resisters League, the Natural Law Party, and Greenpeace.




Taboo: A Memoir Ch. 10



Mom and I made dinner together. She cooked corn-on-the-cob and a Spanish omelet. I made a weed salad and cut up the watermelon for dessert. For once, mine turned out better than hers. She didn't realize how hot the salsa was and put too much in the omelet. To cool our mouths we had to take a big bite of watermelon after each little bite of omelet. Our eyes were watering and our noses running. Actually it was fun.

But when she apologized, it gave me an idea. "That's all right," I said gravely. "But of course you will have to be punished."

"Punished? How?" She was shocked but intrigued.

I tried to sound like a British judge. "I should think whipping would be appropriate."

She was appalled but a blush showed she was also excited. "Whipping is unconstitutional. Cruel and unusual punishment."

"It would only be cruel if I used the bullwhip."

"What are you going to use?"

"The gun belt."

"Oh...that sounds very kind," she said. "Why are you being so merciful?"

"Because we don't have a bullwhip."

"Oh. I guess I should be grateful. But it's still unconstitutional because it's unusual. You can't deny it's unusual for a boy to whip his mother."

"It would only be unusual if you were hanging from your heels."

"Oh. Where will I be hanging from?"

"Your wrists...the usual way."

"Oh. It's still pretty severe...just for too much salsa."

"Maybe you need a Public Defender."

"Maybe you need to do the cooking!"

"I made the salad. Did you burn your mouth on it?"

"No, but...the salsa was an accident."

"Did the bottle break and the salsa just spill in?"

"No." She was pouting now.

"You poured it in...but you poured in too much. Right?" I tried to cross-examine her as compassionately as justice would allow.

She dipped her chin in a curt nod.

Now that I had this admission, I pressed the prosecution. "That's not an accident, that's an error. And errors must be punished."

"Why?" she asked defiantly.

"Because it's the law," I intoned. "And without law we would have anarchy...chaos...the whole social order would break down. Then who knows what might happen. Sons might even pull down their mothers' pants...and whip their bottoms."

"No! We can't have that." She shook her head, finally convinced by my stern logic. "That would be the worst thing that could ever happen. Well...if it's a choice between those two things...I guess...I'll have to take my punishment." She raised her chin bravely, then bowed her head in submission to the court's judgment.

"First you have to wear the prisoner's uniform," I told her.

"What's that?"

"Not much." I went to the closet, brought back the western duds to the table, and held up the fringed leather vest. "Just this."

Diana stood with downcast eyes while I stripped her. My heart leaped up as ever to see her nude. She raised her arms and let me slip the vest on her; I was relieved that it didn't conceal much at all, barely covering the sides of her breasts, with the fringe hanging to her hips, swaying as she moved. Nipples, ass, and pussy were all freely available. Feeling magnanimous, I told her, "You can put your boots back on."

She stepped into them and asked, "What does the executioner wear?"

I showed her the chaps—leather leg coverings usually worn over pants. "Just these." I stripped myself and put them on. Held up by thongs around the waist, the chaps left my cock and butt bare. They were rough, stiff, and smelly, perfect for dirty work. I strapped on the gun belt (unfortunately without a six-shooter) and stepped back into my boots.

I looked both of us over—something was missing. I picked up her Stetson and set it on her head. "Good. You can leave your hat on."

"Thank you," she said dryly.

"You'll need to be tied up, of course."

"Why? Will it be so horrible?"

"It's really just for your own protection. If you tried to escape, I'd have to increase your sentence...and we don't want that to happen."

"Oh no, I'm sure we don't. Are you going to gag me...so no one can hear my screams?"

"No one can hear them anyway."

Mom looked forlorn as I tied her wrists in front of her with the lariat. "I thought prisoners had their hands tied behind their backs," she said.

"That would cover up your behind. And that needs to be free."

"Oh. I see."

I led her into the bedroom and turned her around facing the door. I tossed the rope over the door, looped it around the knob on the other side, ran it back up over the top of the door, then raised her wrists and cinched them high above her head with the rope. Stretching her up like this against the door also raised her tits and flattened her tummy. She looked incredibly good, buck naked except for her boots, vest, and hat. My member strived out towards her with all his might. He wanted to spare her the beating, grant her a full pardon, and enjoy her right now, but I had to overrule him for the sake of justice.

"First you have to be branded as my prisoner," I told her.

"That's against the Geneva Convention," she protested.

"So much the better." I went to the fireplace and took the branding iron from the andiron rack and a spur from the mantel. We'd been too busy lighting our own fires to have actually built one in the fireplace, plus it was summer and hot, but I pretended to heat the iron to glowing red in an imaginary blaze.

When Diana saw it, her face cringed and her bottom quavered. "No!"

"Yes!" I pressed it against her rump and made a sizzling sound.

"Ow!" she yelped.

It left a sooty brand on her butt that could be a Rocking M or an upside down Lazy W, depending on how you looked at it. Either way, she was marked as mine.

"Now the skin has to be prepared."

She glared at me defiantly. "You sound like a butcher."

"A little rump steak." I patted her tail, then showed her the spur. "First we have to tenderize it...with this torture tool."

"Don't touch me with that!"

I ran the pronged metal wheel of the spur over her gluteus maximus, leaving little dimples like cellulite, of which she had a bit anyway. Both luscious white hemispheres tensed, and she bit her lip. I took off the gun belt and flexed the thick leather. She cowered as far away as the rope would allow, but her butt stuck out deliciously. "Don't beat me."

I raised the belt and she flinched. "I beg you!" mom whimpered.

"Just remember," I said, "this hurts me more than it does you."

"Bullshit!" she spat out, switching from meek to militant.

I brought the belt down smartly across her backside, about as hard as fluffing a pillow. I expected her to scream out in agony, but she stood with mouth grimly closed, then opened it in a sneer. "You brute, I won't give you the satisfaction of hearing me cry." As she clamped her jaw, her chin quivered with the effort of restraining her wails.

Again I struck her mercilessly, increasing the force to hand-clap strength. A faint pink blush rose on her epidermis.

"Monster!" Diana screamed. With two mighty yanks she pulled her hands out of her bonds. She clenched her fists and shook them at me. "Ha! Freedom Now! Revolution! Power to the People! Off the Pig! Revenge!"

I was startled. I thought I'd tied her pretty well. She picked up the rope, grabbed both my hands, and dragged me over to the bed. She pushed me backwards down across the mattress, and before I could escape (not that I tried very hard) she tied my two legs and one arm to the bed posts. She dropped the rope, though, and that let me land a good spank on her bottom with my free hand. It made a lovely smack, but that enraged her to a frenzy. Lying on my free arm and holding it down, she grabbed the lariat, looped it around my wrist, drew it tight, and bound it to the bed post. Now I was splayed out supine, helpless, unable to stop her vengeance.

Brown eyes flashing a savage determination, Diana picked up the gun belt and slapped it a few times against her palm. "Boys can get tied up and tortured too, not just girls." She wrapped the wide leather strap around my penis and chaffed it back and forth. "That feels hard and mean, doesn't it?" When I didn't answer, she scraped it like a file. "Doesn't it?"

"Yes," I admitted, vulnerable and subdued.

She cackled with wild glee. "Now you're going to see just how hard and mean I can be." She brushed the silver tip of the belt over the tip of my organ. "It could hurt."

Mom whipped the belt over the chaps on the middle of my leg, making a loud smack and stinging even through the leather. She moved the belt up to my chap-covered thigh and whaled me again. The wind of the belt tickled my testicles; I flinched away, shuddering at the force of her blow. I was scared. "Getting closer," she said with a malicious grin. The top of the chaps came within an inch of my balls. She measured carefully to the edge of the leather, raised the belt, and struck again. I closed my eyes in fear, but this time the blow was light. "You're lucky," she said with a scowl and gripped my penis. "I'll spare this for now. I've got plans for it. It may be useful to me."

Mom tossed the belt aside, grabbed the loose end of the lariat, and straddled me. She held the rope up to my exposed gonads. The end of the hemp frayed out into hundreds of bristles, which she flicked over my flesh. "You're in big trouble." My organ, which had wilted under the belt, was swelling again. "And it looks like it's getting bigger." She brushed the prickly fibers against my prick. "A boy could even get raped...by his mother."

"Oh please," I pleaded, "not that."

"Ha! Now you beg. But it's too late. Take your punishment." She prodded the end of the rope at my scrotum, which contracted and wrinkled like a walnut shell. She looped the rope around the shaft and abraded it back and forth, causing shivers of delicious mild pain. My penis stood at rigid attention like a soldier being disciplined. Her thighs moved up to the top of my chaps, and the leather fringe of her vest brushed my wet tip. "Now I'm going to violate you...use you like a piece of meat. You're just going to have to lie there and take it...like a slave. Whatever I do to you, you deserve." She seized my cock in an eager hand. "I'm going to sit on this. You may not ever get it back." Diana raised herself—pussy wide, red, and wet—above my rod, came down on it, and rubbed it against her clit until she was panting deep in her throat. She inserted it between the lips and, wincing, jostled up and down on the tip to spread herself and make room.

Rather than sending me to hell, that put me right into heaven. But this was only the first heaven. There was one for each inch, and as she gradually sank down, I moved up the scale of blessedness, feeling more and more divine until she'd fully absorbed it all and I entered seventh heaven.

I gazed up at mom as she towered above me. Her thighs were wrapped tight around my hips, and our middles were joined by an intermingled bush of pubic hair, all that could be seen of our fused genitals. She swiveled her groin around my plug, breasts joggling, nipples taut. The fringe of her vest swayed with her movements. From this angle I could see the skin under her chin was beginning to sag from thirty-six years of gravity. She breathed through her mouth in fast shallow pants, lips curled into a sneer of mock fury, eyes enfolding me with love. "Now, Mister Thomas, you're going to see what it's like to get fucked." She thrust her hips into mine, hard and insistent. "To have somebody really put it to you." She butted her pelvis into me. "Not care about you...just take you." Her hands groped my chest demandingly. "Someone who just grabs what she wants from you." Her fingers kneaded my nipples. "Who might even slap you around." She leaned down and slapped my face with her tits. When I reached for them with my lips, she drew back with a teasing, haughty look. She held my head down on the bed and swung the heavy pendulums right above my mouth, tantalizing me with their lushness. "Do you want them?" she asked coyly.

I nodded.

"You can't have them...because you were bad...a very bad boy. You spanked your mommy. And now you're being punished." Diana moved back and forth and side to side until she had my prong placed just right to please her, then she began pounding up and down, faster and faster, grunting with excitement.

I felt helpless and yielding, at her mercy, as if I had the pussy and she had the cock and was driving it into me. I was a girl being ravaged, but with total love. I lay back in passive delight, absorbing her power.

I was so turned on by our game that I could've come instantly, but I knew it would take mom a bit longer to peak since I wasn't directly touching her clit, so I tried to relax and make it last longer. I stared up at her thrashing beauty working me over and fell in love all over again.

She shifted until she was crouching above me on her knees and elbows, tits dangling on my chest. I got one in my mouth finally and gave it full suction. She liked what I was doing to it, moaning through her clenched teeth, tendons standing out on her neck as she pumped up and down on my shaft.

It won't be long now, I thought.

Then mom screamed—in pain or fright, not in orgasm. I thought I'd hurt her until I saw her staring with horror at the window. She gasped and sobbed and covered her breasts. I tried to see what had scared her but couldn't. "It's Jacquot," she cried. "He's outside!"

That swine! I thought. The door was locked...but what if he tried to break in? What could I use as a weapon to defend us?

She collapsed against me and I clutched her, our lust destroyed. With a sob she rolled off of me and covered herself with the quilted bedspread.

I grabbed my pants back on and picked up the branding iron.

"He had a camera," she spluttered through her tears. "He was taking pictures."

I dashed around making sure all the windows were locked, closed the drapes, and hooked the chain on the door. I found a steak knife, but Diana cried louder and said, "No, put that away."

Trembling, we got dressed and held each other, passion smashed, minds in turmoil. How did he get here? He must have been hanging out around our apartment building, then seen us leaving and followed us. I hadn't noticed a cycle, but I'd been too wrapped up with grooving on mom's legs and driving to even think about anyone behind us. The slimy bastard. How much had he seen? Had he been there at the beaver pond? I was in a helpless rage. He'd totally invaded and violated us. He could've forced his way in and raped her while I was out hiking. I really wanted to kill him.

After about twenty minutes we heard the unmufflered brap of Jacquot's Triumph approaching the cabin down the gravel road. Diana chewed on the knuckle of her thumb. I stood guard by the door but wanted to hold her and smooth her corrugated forehead and pinched eyes. He stopped at the locked gate, revved the bike to the max to taunt us, then roared it all the way back to the main road as if yelling, "Gotcha!"



Taboo: A Memoir Ch. 11-12



Chapter Eleven

Back in Denver we tried to go through the motions of normal life, but we were overcome by dread of what Jacquot would do. We tried making love a few times, but mom was nervous and I was limp. He must've wanted to draw out our agony because he waited almost a week before calling. I could tell it was him by the way Diana's usually open, active face tightened when she answered the phone. She turned on the tape recorder she'd brought from the office and asked, "What do you want?" She motioned me to pick up the extension in her room.

When I did, Jacquot must've heard a click on the line, because he said, "Sounds like the little motherfucker just picked up the phone, that right?"

I was silent.

"Who taught you to do that, huh? While I was in the joint fuckin' my fist, you two were fuckin' each other. Ain't that sweet. You must've been practicing a long time...got quite a bag of tricks. Sure a lot of stuff you never did with me." Beneath the hatred, his raw voice held pain from being left out and unwanted, the ultimate family rejection. But I couldn't feel sorry for him. He was trying to ruin us.

"But your diddle days are over. I got a new job, much better pay. Professional photographer. I want to show you some pictures I took on my vacation. They'll make great postcards, send 'em to all your friends, your boss, everybody. When do you want to see 'em?"

"That won't be necessary," Diana said.

"Aw, come on. I thought you were interested in artwork. Some of these are pretty experimental."

"How much?"

"You want to buy the whole exhibit? A sold-out show. That'll cost you. A lot of people will be interested in these."

"How much?"

"Two hundred thousand."

Diana sounded like she'd been hit in the chest. "That's ridiculous. I couldn't begin to get that much." In 1968 two hundred thousand dollars were like half a million today.

"Hey, us artists got to make a living. And you're a banker's daughter. Hit up the old man."

"He won't give me a cent. He cut me off a long time ago."

"Then rob his bank. Hey, what's he gonna say when he sees the pictures? What's your boss gonna say? Incest is a heavy duty crime, bitch! You and little motherfucker goin' to prison. I got a nice shot of him branding your ass—now I'm gonna brand you both as freaks. Your lives are over. Over! Unless you come up with two hundred yards...quick!"

Diana sounded broken, trapped. "Give me some time...to see what I can do."

"I'll call you next week. And by the way, I know you're taping this. You can tape your pussy shut for all I care. Doesn't matter. No way can you go to the cops now. Nothing matters but your getting the cash. Small bills. Fast." He hung up.

We sank together onto the couch, mom sobbing, me trying to comfort her. Prison, I thought with a shudder. They won't even let us be cellmates.

"He didn't used to be like this," she said.

I wasn't in the mood to hear anything good about Jacquot, so I said, "He is now. That's all that matters."

"It's not all that matters," she insisted. "How he got that way matters too."

I let that go. "What are we going to do?"

She tossed it back at me. "What do you think?"

I mulled it over. "Is there any chance that grandpa would...lend you the money? Maybe we could say I had some terrible disease."

She shook her head and bit her lip. "He'd want proof. He's a banker. They get instantly turned off when a person really needs a loan. That's when you can't get one. Besides, he's still pissed that I'm on the board of Lawyers for Peace. Says I'm dragging the family name through the mud again. He'd be convinced I'd give the money to the Viet Cong."

"Maybe"—I started speaking out a half-formed idea—"we could have Jacquot over here...tell him we'll give him the money...he comes over...and I kill him."

"No!" Diana waved her hands to shut me up. "Don't even think about it."

"But wait, let me finish. We could make it look like self defense. He attacked us...he's a crazy ex-con. We had to defend ourselves."

"Tommy, that's crazy."

I became suddenly furious that she'd discounted my idea. "It's not crazy. He's crazy! That's true. It is self defense. He's trying to destroy our lives...and you're making excuses for him."

"Stop this! I don't want to hear it."

I rushed on, seized with the idea. "We can figure out a way. You know the law. And I'll be the one to actually do it. We can make it seem like it was his own weapon...a switchblade or something...that he attacked us with. I'll stab myself a couple of times to make it look real. The cops'll believe it."

Diana pulled away from me and stood up angrily. "You've totally sunk down to his level. And it won't work. I've seen enough blackmail cases. He'll have a copy of the pictures hidden somewhere. And he'll leave word with somebody. If anything happens to him, the pictures go to the DA. Then we go to jail—for incest and murder."

As soon as she said it I knew she was right, but I was still too mad to admit it. "But what are we going to do?"

"I don't know, but we're not going to kill him."

I frowned. I still liked the idea.

She must've known that because her tone turned urgent. "Tommy...I mean Tom, I'm sorry...you have to promise me you won't do anything like that. Ever. I really need your promise."

"OK, I won't. Promise."

"You won't promise...or you won't do it?"

"I won't do it," I said with irritated slowness. "I promise." I still wanted to though.

Mom sat back down beside me. "Here we are fighting. It's exactly what he wants...to drive a wedge between us."

I saw she was right and I was playing into his game, but I couldn't apologize or say anything. I took her hand, and we sat still for a while. I put my arm around her.

She squeezed my hand, but her face turned even sadder as she said, "Remember I used to worry that we'd be punished...that something terrible would happened to us? Now I guess it has."

"No, don't buy into that," I told her. "We'll find a way out of this. Why don't we just disappear? Look, we could drop out, move somewhere else, change our identities...just like the Weather Underground."

"It's an idea." She mulled it over. "But then I'd have to stop being a lawyer. And what else could I do?"

"You'd find something. And I could get a job." I was getting more enthused. "We'd be new people. We could even...get married!"

Mom looked at me lovingly. "That's so dear of you," she said, tears running down her face.

I held her close. "Why not? We could change our ages too. You look twenty-five."

"Thank you. You're certainly my biggest fan. Getting married! You sweetie. I'd love to be your bride and stand up in front of the world and say 'I do' to you." She kissed me. "We'll think about it. The thing is, going underground would put us at the rock bottom of the economic pile. And that's a hard place to be in this country. I couldn't prove I had any degrees. I'd be a terrible waitress. And I really love practicing law. But not as much as I love you. We'll keep it as a possibility."

For now we were too nervous and frightened to decide what to do. We had to keep the drapes shut all the time. We couldn't hold hands or walk arm in arm in public like we used to. Having to hide hurt us, but not as much as jail would. Mom's face stayed tense and strained, and she gnawed on her thumb so much that I threatened to paint it with that liquid pepper they use to break children of the habit. She drank three glasses of wine at dinner rather than one. We still couldn't make love.

Diana calculated that with all her savings and borrowing from friends she could raise about $45,000. There was a chance Jacquot would settle for that, but she knew once she started paying him it would never end.

Finally we realized we needed to get away to someplace where we could think clearly and be ourselves again. Someplace remote and different, yet not too far away. We decided to fly to Key West for a few days. Mom drove to the airport while I peered out the rear window: No motorcycle. I walked the aisles of both the jumbo jet to Miami and the commuter plane to the Keys: No Jacquot.

Key West turned out to be the perfect place—the mood there is so free and easy. It's a very accepting town, maybe because of all the gays. And maybe because it's hard to be uptight in the tropics—puritanism seems to be a northern disease. Amid the palm trees and sultry air we felt we could let our guard down. No one stared as we snuggled close in restaurants and smooched on park benches like other lovers.

The weather was ferociously hot, and Diana's clothes weren't light enough. In one of the little boutiques I bought her an almost see-through cotton blouse, leather sandals, and a suede miniskirt. It made me feel great to spend the money from my soda-fountain job on her. We looked so much alike that it was obvious we were mother and son, so the boutique staff gave us indulgent smiles, as if to say, How sweet. They did seem a little shocked when I went into the try-on booth with her, but they were too sophisticated to say anything.

She looked spectacular—bare thighs stemming out beneath buttery soft suede that clung to her buns like her own skin, alluring fullness of her breasts and twin peaks of her nipples beneath the thin cotton. In this heat I was finally able to convince her to go braless.

We knew we were taking a certain risk carrying on like this, but we were so bottled up that we had to release the pressure and prove to ourselves we had the right to be the way we were. No one here knew us, and no one who knew us knew we were here. We'd flown and registered under false names.

That night in the restaurant she told me the suede was a little warm, but she'd figured out a way to air condition it. She pulled the skirt up a few inches—we were sitting side by side in a corner with the tablecloth hanging down in front of us—and she wasn't wearing any panties. Her dear pussy was right out there in the fresh air, proud as could be. It was such a turn on. She gave me a wicked grin and said, "A girl's gotta keep cool."

"And a boy's gotta have an appetizer." After checking to be sure no one could see, I stuck my finger through her hair into her cove, then licked her gourmet juice. "Um! Delicious sea food they have here."

She patted me through my pants. "Their oysters and eels are supposed to be a specialty."

"Maybe we can get a take-out order."

Mom and I were back in gear, rampaging lovers once again.

After dinner we went dancing at a disco, doing the dirty bop under a strobe light. The flashes went right through her blouse, showing every quiver of her breasts. We soon scampered back to the hotel and did the dirty bop lying down.

We rented our own private island for the day, a Desert Isle Hideaway, popular with honeymooners. The staff boated us out in the morning and would pick us up in the evening. Riding the inflatable rubber boat was like riding her: a swaying, plunging surge through a warm, enveloping sea with unlimited depths below. Flying fish leaped from the water, porpoises rolled on the surface, and a huge turtle swam beneath us.

The breeze furled mom's auburn hair out to the sides, and the strong sun brought out the red in it. She wore a Thai silk sarong over her bathing suit, and this concealment made her legs look even sexier.

The island had a thatch-roofed hut covered with vines whose blossoms were as lush and aromatic as her flower. Two hammocks hung in the shade. Surrounding the hut were bamboo and mangrove trees and a small sandy beach. That was it. We could see a few other islands on the horizon, but the land dimension seemed insignificant—our world was mostly sun, sky, sea, and each other.

Off came our bathing suits, on went the suntan lotion. I rubbed it all over her, especially her breasts, which were like pink pearls but soft and warm. I got on my knees in front of her, massaged her tummy and enjoyed the scent of her inner female ocean. I licked its salmon-colored shores, savoring her sea tang, then lotioned her crotch until she said, "Don't put any inside. The sun doesn't shine there. And it certainly doesn't need to be any wetter, thank you." But she lathered my cock, saying, "We don't want it to get sunburned and put out of action. It's already rather red."

We walked together into the clear warm Gulf Stream wearing only our snorkel gear. Mom touched my hard-on and said, "Be careful a barracuda doesn't bite this thing off. We'd be in real trouble!" Then she splashed me and swam away. I followed her, looking anxiously through my mask for man-eaters, but all the fish were small.

I watched the rippling flow of Diana's orbs underwater, so buoyantly responsive to every movement. She swam with a frog kick, and I stared at her behind from behind: the bunch and flex of buns, thrust of thighs, muscles working the bellows of her legs to propel her forward. Magnified by my mask, her snatch, prodigious and powerful, opened and closed with her legs: red clamshell lips valving through the water; inner frills leafy and pink as the delicate anemones growing on the coral and the lacy sea fans moving with the current; cute little puckered anus enjoying the ocean's warm embrace; air bubbles caught in her hairs shining like jewels. Sunbeams skeined down onto her legs, snaring them in a net of shimmering light. Up front her tits bobbled and oscillated, nipples erect from the titillation of the water coursing over them. She'd become a female sea mammal now, one I wanted immensely.

I knew this vast ocean encircling the world was the lavish cunt of Mother Nature. We all come out of it and yearn to go back in. Now I was swimming in it, feeling its warm flow caress my cock, staring at my mother's cunt which I would also soon enter.

When I stroked her legs, she decided to take a break from swimming. We stood in the chest-high water with her breasts floating luxuriously out at me. Clutching her ass, I scooped her up in my arms, light as a feather, and she wrapped her legs around me. Her pubes tickled my stomach. We danced around, but walking was awkward with the flippers. I hoisted her onto my mast and tried to put it in her, but we couldn't get our two members to mesh underwater. Maybe we were the kind of amphibians who needed to mate on land. The beach looked inviting. We swam back to it and flopped up onto the sand like sea turtles, our ankles still in the waves. Diana pulled me down on top of her, saying, "Just wallow all over me. Fuck me like a walrus."

I shoved it into her and she opened up and took it until it was all inside and she was twisting and groaning with her eyes rolled back. The slick warm wetness of our merging organs transported us into joy while the ocean dripped off our bodies, little crabs scurried out of the way, and sea gulls cawed enviously above. I let all my weight go heavy on her and started flogging it to her. "Mom, you're such a beautiful animal."

"I want your sperm," she said throatily. "You're my sperm whale."

Grunting and heaving, skin sugared with sand, we floundered across the beach, two vulnerable mating creatures driven by instinct. Water droplets prismed tiny rainbows on her cheek. While humping her, I nudged a breast into my mouth and sucked in her ethereal milk. Diana reached up and squeezed my shoulders as they rolled above her. "So strong."

For a glorious long while we cavorted and played and moved as one creature, our force swelling like a tidal wave. My fingers fondled her clit where our bodies joined below. She kissed me wildly all over the face, then sucked my ear. We moved in a unison of seeking, our rutting momentum increasing with each thrust and volley, pressing her curvy form deeper into the sand.

Mom's sheath tightened around me and my balls throbbed as we started coming. Our coital cries became a wild baying. With an eruption of joy we climaxed together, spurting our love at each other, the friction of the sand making our pleasure grittier. For a divine moment we were united with the ocean, earth, air, everything, all part of a great circle that flowed through us and was us. Nature's energy was gushing out of my staff into her and streaming out of her breasts into me, a ring of completion.

As we lay entwined on the beach in delirious afterglow, basking in the hot sun, her head on my chest, my hand on her breast, I knew we had to hold onto this love no matter what. Although strong between us, it seemed so fragile now that Jacquot was trying to smash it. I wasn't going to let him...even if it killed me...or him.

Diana's delightful voice interrupted my gloomy thoughts: "This animal's hungry."

"Good."

The resort staff had packed us a gourmet lunch of local seafood and fruit. We lay together in a double hammock beneath our shady thatched roof feeding each other with our fingers. Then, sated with sensuousness, we drifted off into a nap.

When we woke up, we went snorkeling again. This time I noticed the coral, sea weed, and tropical fish. They were very nice but couldn't compete with her.

Our time in Key West really restored us. Occasionally we drifted into the what-are-we-going-to-do blues, but for the most part we just enjoyed being with each other in a safe place. Mom's face relaxed back into its lively beauty, and her smile returned.

On the flight back, at forty thousand feet with forty below zero outside, I let my sunburned brain sink into the Jacquot problem. At first my fear and hatred flared up, clouding my thoughts. As I let that go, I noticed an idea gleaming there like a shell on the beach. I picked up the idea and looked at it from all angles. It might work...it might not, but it was worth a try. But I knew I couldn't tell Diana about it until afterwards. She wouldn't want me to risk this.

Chapter Twelve

The next day I went to visit my father in his run-down apartment building. Scared but determined, I clenched my fists together for strength to keep from trembling, threw my shoulders back, and knocked on his door. Jacquot looked surprised when he opened it. "Well, if it isn't the little motherfucker!" He stood straighter to show how much taller he was than me, but then the tic started on his face. The black hair on his head, eyebrows, mustache, and tuft under his lip formed a triangle of darkness that contrasted with his pale skin. "Come to see his dad. How sweet. Or are you gonna put the make on me too? Practice for what's going to happen to you in prison." His steely blue eyes lacerated me.

I was glad he was being such a pig. It helped me focus on what I needed to do to destroy him. "I came to see if we could work something out." I tried to force my shaky voice to stay steady.

"Sure. It's called two hundred grand." His tone was belligerent, but when he motioned me to follow him into the apartment, I knew he wanted to negotiate. That meant he'd let me stay long enough to do what I came for. I relaxed a bit.

He had one furnished room with a kitchenette. Sunshine filtered through the dingy windows, falling on faded wallpaper and dusty light fixtures with dead flies in the globes. Years of shuffling tenants had worn down the carpeting and the upholstery of the overstuffed chair and couch. Set into one wall were double doors where the bed folded out. Outside the windows were an iron fire escape and a neighboring building just like this one. No wonder he'd wanted to move in with us.

"No way can we get that much," I said with an adamant shake of my head. "But what I thought was...look"—I gestured impatiently, like a busy man making a business call—"can I sit down?"

"Yeah." He gestured to the chair and took the couch. He was interested but trying not to show it. I tried to remember to keep my mouth closed when I wasn't talking to look more mature and in charge.

First we bickered back and forth about Diana's tightfisted father disowning her and how little Public Defenders make. I kept insisting two hundred thousand was impossible. "Diana's on the verge of suicide." I packed my voice full of worry. "I've never seen her like this before. She's threatening to mail the tape of your phone call to the DA—blackmail, parole violation. Then kill herself. I don't want her to do that. I really don't want her to. So here's what I'm willing to do." I looked him in the eye with as much sincerity as I could. "I'll deal for you...and pay you that way. I'll sell the stuff—you keep all the money. I can get into all the schools. Kids are dying to buy dope. It's the big thing. You just supply me—grass and acid, speed and coke. I'll take all the risk, you take all the profit. I can pay you the two hundred thousand in a year. When we're even, you can keep supplying me, but then I'll keep what I make. You'll still make a profit. The market is huge."




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Jacquot thought about it, thumb on his chin, tongue inside his lower lip making his tag of whiskers bristle. "I'd need some cash up front...to make the buys."

"How much?" I asked.

"Twenty thousand."

"That much we could probably get."

We eyed each other like two hostile business rivals edging towards a merger.

"I can supply you," Jacquot said in his hoarse voice, "but it can't be directly. We'd need a cut out...a drop box...so you don't get the stuff right from me. I leave it there, you pick it up later. If you get busted, there's gotta be no way it can get traced back to me."

"I wouldn't tell 'em anything."

"The hell you wouldn't. Anybody would. The thing is to keep 'em from proving it."

"Yeah, OK." He was going for it. Now we were just working out the details.

"I'll think it over," Jacquot said.

"Good. Otherwise...." I let my voice trail off. "It's the only way to avoid something terrible...for all of us."

He crossed his legs and assessed me coolly, running his index finger along his broken nose.

"Diana can't know about this," I went on. "She'd never go along with it. So tell her you'll settle for twenty thousand."

"For now."

He still wanted to torment her. My hatred of him flared up again, but I repressed it into a shrug of male complicity. "Have it your way. But as soon as I pay you the two hundred thou...if you try for any more...I'll kill you. I don't care what happens."

"Big talk." He snorted with dismissive contempt, but his eyes were full of pain. "You two are really crazy, you know that? It's the weirdest! I heard about this kind of stuff but never thought...." He gave a harsh laugh to show he was worldly. "How long you been diddling her?"

I tried to slide back into the man-talk mode. "Not long. It's a new development. How'd you figure it out?"

His smirk showed he enjoyed having his sleuth skills appreciated. "That first night when I looked at the bed...got me to thinking. She's got no boyfriend, but there's two pillows next to one another, both with head holes in 'em, nice and cute and cuddly like. Then I see a guy's socks and underwear tossed in the corner...jockey shorts—like young guys wear." He laughed mockingly at me. "Hey, I'm a slob too. Like father, like son." His smile turned malicious again. "So I thought it was worth doing a little sneak and peak. What clinched it was—I never saw lights on in your bedroom on the weekends, just in hers. Ha! I knew you must be sleeping with her. Then I had to get the evidence."

"That you did." I let him have his moment of glory, then stood up and said, "I need to use the john."

"Right in there." His tone was almost hospitable.

Now began the real purpose of my visit. I was hoping there'd be a window big enough to get through from the outside if I left it unlocked. But there was only a tiny vent. That meant Plan B.

I took off the top of the toilet and saw that the shut-off bulb on the float mechanism was attached by a cord. I opened my pocket knife, plunged it into the water, and frayed the cord apart with the blade to make it look like it had broken. I put the top back on and flushed the toilet, then washed my hands and knife at the sink but dried them on my jeans rather than use his mildewed towels.

"The toilet won't shut off...just keeps running," I told Jacquot when I came out. "Might overflow."

"Goddamnit!" He glared at me and went to check it. "What'd you dump in it? All your used rubbers?"

As soon as he was out of the room, I unlocked the windows by the fire escape, then took out one of the two lids of grass I'd brought with me and shoved it out of sight under the couch.

Jacquot came out muttering about plumbing. We warily agreed to talk in a few days about our deal. As I looked at his gloomy, haggard face and thought about how we were trying to ruin each other's lives, I winced with regret. It shouldn't have to be this way. My mind wandered through a maze of might-have-beens. If he hadn't run out on us...stayed around...I could've had a real father, whatever that meant. We could've been a regular family...if there was such a thing. Jacquot could've been someone I looked up to...my buddy. I wouldn't've known what a jerk he was...he'd just be my dad. We could've gone fishing together. He could've taught me how to shoot baskets. But then mom and I probably wouldn't be doing what we were doing...and I'd a lot rather be doing that than shooting baskets. This was our life and I liked it. If we had to fight to keep him from destroying it, so be it. I left without shaking his hand.

Out on the street I found his Triumph and taped the other lid of grass under the cycle seat.

Next day I came back during his work hours. His bike was gone. I knocked on his door: no answer. I climbed out onto the fire escape through the hall window, circled around to his apartment, opened the window, and slid inside. If someone saw me, they might called the cops, but I thought the chances were slight. It was a poor neighborhood in the summer—people hang out on the fire escapes, since they don't have AC or balconies. And most poor people don't want anything to do with the cops.

The apartment was so small it didn't take long to find the pictures. He had a couple of telephotos of mom and me riding in the buff, but I guess he couldn't get close enough to snap our revels by the beaver dam. The photos of us playing inside were a bit blurred, probably because of the low light and slow speed, but you could tell who it was and what we were doing. The last one caught the terror on mom's face as she looked up and saw him.

The negatives weren't there. He must've locked them up someplace, maybe a safe deposit box. I looked for that kind of a key but couldn't find one.

Footsteps thudded up the stairs, then down the hall; my heart began jackhammering. I ran to the window and opened it, about to flee, but whoever it was walked on past. With a sigh of relief I continued hunting.

In a little box with a pair of cuff links and a tie clasp I found a folded piece of paper with "89" then "20-10-22" written on it. The second number looked like a combination, the first could be a box number. But what kind? Not safe deposit—I didn't think they used combinations. Maybe one of those private mailbox places that had just started up. It was a hot new business, like a post office box but more confidential. I'd heard drug dealers used them for their shipments.

That was all I could find, so I left, figuring Jacquot wouldn't know I'd been there unless he looked for the pictures.

At a phone booth I checked the Yellow Pages and wrote down the addresses of all the mailbox places. I chugged to each one on my moped, tried that combination on box 89, but none of them opened. The Yellow Pages were a year old, though, so new places wouldn't be in there. I called the phone company and asked for new listings, but the operator said I'd have to know the exact name of the place, she couldn't check the files of the upcoming Yellow Pages by business type.

I was stymied. I knew someone could get them to check those files. Someone official in the Public Defender's office, for example. But that meant I'd have to tell her. There was no way out of it, so I phoned her at work.

At first Diana freaked out—she thought I'd get killed. But I kept explaining it until she realized it might work and it was our best chance...maybe our only chance.

"But what happens when he finds out they're gone?" she asked. "He'll know it's us."

"By then he'll be back in prison." I told her the rest of the plan.

Mom hated it, of course, but the brute logic of "better him than us" finally won out. She agreed to try to get the addresses and phone numbers of the new mailbox businesses.

It didn't take her long until she met me with the list. One of the places was near his apartment, so we went there first. I spun the combination on box 89; the dial clicked in; the box opened. We held our breaths. Inside lay a stamped, unmailed envelope addressed to the district attorney. "Just take it," Diana whispered. "Let's get out of here."

Sitting in the Beetle, we opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside were curled strips of negatives and a handwritten letter from Jack Frye to the district attorney: "Enclosed is evidence I have gathered in a felony case of a crime against nature, incest. The photos of this perverted mother-son couple should be enough to convict them. To keep me from testifying against them, they may frame me for a crime or even kill me, in which case I have instructed a third party to mail this to you so you can bring them to justice and prosecute them to the full extent of the law. The perpetrators, I am sorry to say, are my former girlfriend and my son. I did everything I could to get them to stop their immoral activities, but now it is up to the court. Their names and address are...."

"Well that's one letter that won't get mailed," I said, giddy with relief.

Diana burst into laughter, close to hysteria. "Right, I'll deliver it to the DA personally. I have to see him this afternoon."

We kissed and hugged and bounced up and down, savoring our victory. We matched the prints to the negatives, with mom looking mortified, and found they were all there. "Ha!" she said triumphantly.

My spirits suddenly sank under a heavy thought. "He could've made another set...hidden it somewhere else."

Her expression turned serious as she pondered the possibility. "He could've. If he was dealing with pros, he probably would. But I bet he didn't think we're enough of a threat for him to have to bother. He couldn't imagine we'd find them."

I shot her a V sign. "But we did!"

"What bugs me most about it," mom said, still wigged out, "—the negatives turned my pubic hair all white. But I don't have any gray hair, especially there!"

"Let's get out of here...before we go crazy."

As Diana backed out of the parking space, Jacquot swung into the lot on his motorcycle. He saw us, roared behind us, and blocked our way.

"Oh my god!" mom cried. We both locked our doors.

Jacquot leaped off his bike and propped it on its kick-stand behind the car. He strode over to her window. Beneath his black helmet and silver goggles, his droopy black mustache curled in a grimace around yellow teeth. He tried the door, then pounded on the glass.

With a determined scowl Diana put the Beetle into reverse and backed right into his Triumph, knocking it over and pushing it across the parking lot. Jacquot screamed curses and kicked the car door. She put the Beetle into first gear and drove forward, leaving the bike behind and pealing out of the parking lot. Jacquot ran to his battered machine, pulled it upright and kicked the starter pedal. I was praying it'd be broken, but the engine roared to life, and he hopped on and chased after us.

Panic flaring from her face, mom floored the gas, but he caught up, darting and buzzing around us like an angry bee. The bike was scratched and one of the handlebars bent, but it ran. For now our battle was a stand-off: he couldn't stop us but we couldn't lose him.

How did he find out? Maybe a neighbor had seen me crawling out the window and phoned him at work.

Mom saw a police car approaching. She started blasting out SOSs on the horn, then rolled down her window and waved frantically. The cop drove past us, and mom's face fell in disappointment. Then he switched on his flashers and siren and made a U; mom's face lit up. "Stick around, Jacquot," she said.

Jacquot was gone.

I was so proud of her—Superwoman had saved the day.

I gave the patrolman a variation of the story I was going to phone in to the station: The man on the cycle was a drug dealer who had been pushing grass at my school. When I had told him to leave or I would turn him in, he had become furious and started threatening me and following me around. He was becoming more and more violent.

"You know the guy's name?" the officer asked me.

"No, but I've got his motorcycle number. And I know he keeps his dope underneath the seat, not in the saddlebags."

The cop radioed this information in, then offered to escort us home. Mom said thanks but she was sure the pusher was long gone and he didn't know where we lived.

Instead of going home, though, we spent the night in an out-of-the-way motel. We didn't sleep much and were too nervous to make love, but it was good to hold each other and know we'd made it this far. We were very glad to be together.

The next day Diana checked the booking records and found Jack Frye had been arrested for possession of a controlled substance. Since that was a parole violation, he'd be held without bail until trial and then sent back to Attica with this sentence added to the one on which he'd been paroled. This would be his third drug conviction—Jacquot would be away a long time.

"We've as good as killed him," Diana said when all this had sunk in. She wept with remorse. For someone who hated prisons as much as she did, this was about the worst thing she could've done to another person.

I felt bad too. Even though he had started the viciousness, he was still my dad. But I knew we had no other choice. "That's what he was trying to do to us, put us in prison. It's self defense...basic law of nature."

"It's murder," said mom.



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Chapter Thirteen

This trauma took its toll on us. We had mood swings—happy then despondent, relieved then regretful. Diana was nagged by guilt. She had defended so many people, but self defense didn't seem right to her if it meant hurting someone else. She was a pacifist tormented by the classic dilemma: If someone attacks you, should you fight back?

I felt that the only thing worse than what we had done would be not to have done it. I was very glad to be free of Jacquot's threat.

I wanted to keep the photos as souvenirs, but mom insisted on burning them.

Her friend Allen was assigned to be Jacquot's Public Defender. "Do you know this guy from somewhere?" Allen asked her. "He's making some pretty wild accusations about you."

"Never seen him before," she told him. "I think he's just another psycho."

"So there's no chance he's Tommy's father?"

"Pu-lease, Allen...really. Your man is crazy."

"Seems that way," Allen agreed. "Too bad we can't use that as a defense."

Mom and I had to testify at his trial that he'd threatened me and chased us on his motorcycle. I've never seen so much hatred pour out of two eyes as from Jacquot's hard brittle blues. His face twitched constantly, and his hoarse voice stuttered when he spoke. Finally something snapped inside him and went off the deep end, screaming that mom and I were incestuous lovers and he was my father. It took four bailiffs, one for each thrashing limb, to carry him from the courtroom.

We got a blistering letter from him in Attica saying he'd get even with us no matter what. Diana wrote him back saying this and any further threats would be referred to the district attorney for additional prosecution. That seemed to shut him up.

Diana arranged with the prison authorities that they would notify her if he ever came up before a parole board, so we could prepare ourselves for his release.

I was worried he might order a hit from prison, but mom said only rich cons can do that, Jacquot couldn't afford to kill us.

As the stress gradually wore off, we became more determined than ever to stay together. We had paid a price of suffering for this relationship, and now we had to make it last. We knew the world might try again to smash our love, but we were resolved to defend it.

I became intrigued with the idea of marrying Diana. Who were all those governments and churches to tell us what we couldn't do? We had a right to some traditions too. I went to a custom jeweler and spent the last of my saved-up money on two gold bands, each mounted with a smooth cabochon ruby—gold for fidelity and ruby for passion.

Although I couldn't afford a separate engagement ring, I decided to be a bit old fashioned about proposing. As she was sitting on the couch reading one evening, I got down on my knees before her. She looked at me puzzled. "You have really beautiful hands," I told her and took them in mine. She smiled at the compliment, even blushed a little. "What I would like most of all would be if you would give me your hand. In marriage."

Mom's face softened, sad with the impossibility. "I would like that too...very much. It'd be so wonderful. But...."

"We can do it for ourselves," I said. "We didn't need anybody's approval. We can write our own vows...have our own private ceremony. It would be for us."

"You really want," she asked almost shyly, "to marry me?"

"I want very much to marry you. It would be beautiful...our own wedding. And it would mean something...for later too. We'd know we were really a couple."

She sobbed with emotion, wanting this but seeing all the problems. "But I'm eighteen years older than you. At some point"—she forced the words out painfully—"you're going to want a girl your own age."

I squeezed her hand to show my sincerity. "I don't want a girl. I want you."

"But when you're thirty, I'll be forty-eight. When you're forty-eight"—she paused to calculate—"I'll be sixty-six."

"Those are just numbers. We'll still be you and me. We'll still be together. That's the important thing."

"Wait till I get all wrinkled." She turned her face away. "You won't want me."

"Do you really believe that?" I asked almost angrily.

Diana shook her head and squeezed my hand back. "No."

"Lots of times the man is eighteen years older than the woman. They do OK. So can we. It even makes more sense with the age difference the other way. Women usually live longer than men...so it'll come out more even. We can both kick the bucket at about the same time."

"You dear man. You really love me, don't you?"

"I really do. And to sweeten the deal, if you say yes, you get this." I took her ring out and slipped it onto her finger.

Mom stared at it astounded. "Where did you get that?"

"I had it made. You like it?"

She held it up so the ruby caught the light. "It's beautiful. So simple...and sensual. You are a schemer! You knew I couldn't say no to that."

"I hope not."

"Tom!" She flashed her hand around delightedly.

"I've got one for me too." I showed her mine. "They're a mated pair."

She took it and held it up to hers. Happy tears spilled from her eyes. "You win, as usual. Your desire is so strong...resisting you is silly." She kissed me passionately. "But what kind of ceremony could we have?"

"Well, I've been thinking about it...."

She changed her mind. "Oh, tell me later. Right now just make love to me. I want you so much. But first"—she slid my ring onto my finger—"put it on." We held up both our hands together, admiring the matching bands. "Now"—she started unbuttoning my shirt—"take it off."

The book she'd been reading fell onto the rug and so did we. I needed to possess her, so I lay down right on top of her, encircled her with my arms, pressed my groin into hers, and clutched her to me. "Marry me. Be my wife," I insisted.

"Yes!" Mom almost sang the word.

I kissed her open mouth and filled it with my tongue, which she sucked and rubbed with hers. Her hands gripped my rear and pulled me harder against her. Aroused by this new level of our love, we pawed each other's clothes off greedily, impatiently. We'd gotten good at that—shirts, bra, pants, panties, all went flying. Nude, we stared at our too most different organs that held us so powerfully in their grips. Their attraction was obvious, they were really made for each other: an open part and a filling part, concave and convex, with my vex fitting so well into her cave, like a sword and a sheath, a finger and a ring. Above them reigned her breasts, fountains of psychic and physical nurture, magnificent, magnanimous, and rather large. I seized them and squeezed them and tried to decide once again if they were firmly soft or softly firm, roundly conical or conically round. Like riddles of the Sphinx, these were questions I could ponder for hours.

We surrendered and embraced, covering as much of the other's naked body with our own as we could, craving the touch of skin on skin.

I wanted to get to know some of her neglected parts, so I rubbed and examined her feet. Humble, practical, hard-working and very complex inside, they moved her through the world and certainly deserved some appreciation. I massaged the soles, and Diana lay back and relaxed with a sigh. Her toes wiggled and stretched, each digit so different from the others. I kissed them all, from big to little, thinking of Snow White's dwarves. But they were cuter than that. They reminded me a bit of her nipples, so I sucked them. This they really liked. They'd never been the center of attention before, and they seemed to tingle with excitement. I licked between them, tasting their good earthy salt, and mom began to moan.

Her pelvis was writhing in protest of being neglected, so I put my hand on her mossy pubis and ran my fingers through her hot wet core. I filled my mouth with toes while caressing her clit, which was bulging out like her little toe. Diana was making all sorts of noises now, like a baby learning to talk. Finally I understood what she was trying to say: "Penetrate me!" She grabbed my post and tried to drag me away from her feet.

Sorry, gotta go, I told them. The boss just called. I'll see you later.

Since we were by the couch, I got her up on her knees facing it and leaned her down until her head and breasts rested on the suede cushions. Her rump stuck out grandly, white orbs so proud and inviting, and her snatch hung red and open.

I mounted over her back and tipped her buns up towards me to allow access. It took quite a bit of wiggling from both of us to get our angles right, insert my tusk into her sultry entry, then gradually fill her. "Oh yes," mom said once I was deep inside her. "That's what I need."

"How about this too?" I reached around in front of her, ruffled her petals, petted her ruffles, and fondled her clit.

"That too," she groaned. "Oh...that too."

I enjoyed the scenery from up here, watching the glide of her shoulder blades, the lift of her ribs, the bow of her neck as she responded to my long, slow thrusts. I could feel her dear ass squashed against my tummy.

I licked her ear and whispered in it, "Now we're engaged...you're my beautiful fiancée."

Mom sobbed with emotion. "I've never been loved like this."

Our fusion was generating a sun of heat between us, and we reveled in its radiance. We slipped and slid in sync—Diana pushing back and raising her butt, then me pressing her forward onto the couch. Her tongue stuck out as if to make more room inside. We worked so well together, sensing each other's movements like dancers. My other hand kneaded her breast, and I could feel her heart racing as we merged in a full-body caress of smoothness, wetness, and warmth. Our momentum built—my balls started drumming and her loins shaking.

"Soon you'll be my bride." As I pumped her with frantic lust, feeding her with my cream, she cried out and crumbled into convulsions. We came together in a rush of liquid love that washed open all our inner doors and made us one. Murmuring shards of sound, we surrendered to a pounding rhythm greater than both of us.

Finally our motions slowed and I slipped out of her. We raised up from the couch onto our knees and turned facing, then rubbed our tummies and chests together. "I think I like being engaged," she said.

We stretched out on the shag rug and clung to each other. "Thanks for saying yes," I said.

She stuck her tongue in my ear. "Thanks for asking."

By the time we noticed our seeping fluids, the rug was already wet. Mom sat up with a wry grin. "The cleaners again! Oh well, it was worth it."

Chapter Fourteen

We decided to have the wedding in New York City: it was a tolerant place and we didn't know anyone there, so we'd be free to be exuberant.

On the flight I tried to get mom to join the Mile High Club—we could cover up with the little blankets they give you—but she said we shouldn't push our luck.

We stayed in the penthouse suite of a small hotel in Greenwich Village. Diana figured we could splurge since we'd saved so much money by not having to pay Jacquot. The suite had a king-sized waterbed, which were new back then; I was looking forward to giving it a test ride. It also had a private roof garden with a great view of the city.

After we unpacked she said, "I need to henna my hair," and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water running, and she came out in a robe with her head wrapped in a towel.

I'd seen her this way before and assumed that was just how she dried her hair. "What's henna?" I asked.

"Henna's how the red gets in my hair."

I was shocked. "I thought it was just that way."

"'Fraid not. If you're going to be my husband, I guess you need to know a few things."

"You mean you dye your hair?"

"It's not really dye. It's like a rinse I put on...then it has to sit. It's all natural," she said a bit defensively. "Made from the leaves of a plant."

"If you didn't put it on, what color would your hair be?"

"Brown...just like yours."

I was astounded. All these years I'd thought we had different colored hair, but underneath this stuff we were the same. "That's weird." I resented this henna, although I loved the rich color of her hair. "Why do you do it?"

"Because you like it that color."

"What? How do you know?" I asked, thinking she must be reading my mind.

"I tried it years ago and asked you how you liked my hair. You said great. So I've been doing it ever since. And just a couple of weeks ago you said you liked me to be your chestnut mare."

I was amazed. She did it to please me. And she remembered all my reactions to her. My opinion really mattered. "Well, it does look great. I just thought...that was the way it was."

"Sorry to shatter your illusions."

"I'm crushed. Next you'll tell me there's no Santa Claus."

"You'll get over it, I'm sure. Actually, maybe you want to try it," she suggested with a wicked smile. "We could have matching hair for the wedding. Who knows, you might like it."

The idea had an alluring appeal—to look even more like her than I did already. I pictured our hair entangled as we made love, unable to tell one from the other. We'd look like one tree with merged trunks and the same color leaves. But I drew back from the idea, afraid of disappearing into her. We needed some distinction between us. After all, the parts that were the most different were the ones that gave us the most pleasure. "I don't think so," I said.

She scrinched her gamine face at me. "Want to be the tough guy, huh?"

"Well, it's a hard job...but somebody's gotta do it," I said. "Let's go outside and look around." I led her through the French doors out onto our roof garden, and we gazed out over Washington Square with its arch and fountain. Greenwich Village isn't as high-rise as the rest of Manhattan; the surrounding buildings didn't tower over us, so we could see a long ways into a forest of stone, metal, and glass under a hazy gray sky. In summer swelter we sat side by side on chaise lounges among potted plants.

"Take off your robe," I said.

Mom glanced around nervously. "Someone could see."

"From way over there?" I pointed to a far building taller than ours. "They'd need binoculars."

"Everybody in New York has binoculars. But what the hell. It's the Big Apple—Give 'em a thrill." She slipped out of her robe. "The sun is hot...and so is this son." Mom tousled my hair. "They'll think I'm an old woman with a young gigolo."

"You don't look old." I rubbed her sleek leg. "They'll think the truth, that we're a honeymoon couple, the way we're all over each other."

Diana sipped her kirsch-sweetened lemonade. "We're not even married yet."

"That's right. That means this is our last chance to sin." I moved my hand up and caressed her garden. "How long does it take this henna stuff to dry?"

"About half an hour."

"Great."

It was muggy and buggy but we didn't mind. We made love while traffic noise, jazz, sirens, our shouts and those of our fellow villagers, all the great wild roar of Manhattan thronged the air around us.

Afterwards we strolled arm in arm through Greenwich Village. We really felt at home in this bohemian enclave—everybody was a freak of one sort or another. From the crowds here it was obvious that more and more people weren't fitting into the cookie-cutter mold of straight society. I began to understand how important it was to have these alternatives to the mainstream.

Diana and I had dinner in a sidewalk café, then went to a jazz club that reminded her of the be-bop spots in the 1950s. We didn't stay late, though; we wanted to be rested for the big day tomorrow.

In the morning we went shopping. Now that we were getting more traditional, I tried to convince mom to get a white wedding dress, since she'd never been married before, but she said she'd be too self-conscious. In a West Village boutique she found a silk dress with gold and violet flowers on a white background. It looked great with her freshly hennaed hair.

I didn't own a suit and didn't want one, and I've never worn ties, although my grandparents gave me one for every birthday. I preferred to wear my phallus between my legs rather than around my neck like a hangman's noose. In a Hippie shop on the Lower East Side I found burgundy bellbottoms and a white linen shirt with a Nehru collar.

Diana decided she wanted to wear the traditional something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. She had the new dress and had brought along a cameo barrette that had been her grandmother's. For blue we found a beautiful lapis lazuli necklace and earrings in a hand-crafted jewelry shop. But what could she borrow?

When we went back to the hotel, the maid was cleaning the hallway. She was a friendly, heavyset black woman, and Diana asked her if she had a bobby pin she could borrow. "Why sure, honey," she replied, searching in her hair and plucking one out. "You sure you need just one?"

"That's fine, thanks," mom said and stuck it above her ear.

She secreted herself in the bathroom for a few minutes and emerged in blue eye shadow and apricot lipstick. We put on all our new finery and stood arm in arm for inspection in the full-length mirror. "A very attractive couple...in my biased opinion," mom said.

"We look great together," I agreed.

As we were getting ready to leave, I surprised her with a wreath of red rosebuds for her hair. She loved it—the crowning touch.

Outside, on a street softened by late-afternoon shadows, we flagged down a battered yellow cab. "Central Park, please," Diana said.

"Central Park?" The driver tossed back curtly, "What part a Central Park? It's huge." His accent was so heavy I could barely understand him.

"Where the horses are," I put in.

"Horses?" He snorted as if we'd insulted him, then turned the radio up and listened to the Mets game, cheering them on to another glorious defeat.

We got out by the carriage stand on Central Park South and rented a horse taxi. This driver was polite and friendly, an out-of-work actor. The horse was sadder looking than our Colorado mares, laden with blinders, feed bag and heavy harness, but his hooves made nice clip-clops on the street and he lifted his tail and made some nice plops there, a bit of nature in the city. We meandered through the sylvan oasis of the park, enjoying the trees and grass and slow pace, looking for the right setting for our ceremony. When we saw a small pond and a meadow with not too many people around, we told him to stop, we'd be staying here.

Above the trees, skyscrapers enclosed the park in a jagged, toothy horizon. The sun had disappeared behind them but still shone on the clouds, which hung in stripes of mottled gold.

We strolled about, searching for the best spot. Three people were tossing a Frisbee around and three others were passing a joint around. Ducks with shiny green heads cruised the pond and waddled through the reeds and ferns around its bank. Two birds with sleek black heads flew with beaks full of bugs to a nest hidden high among the leafy branches of a maple. Grass grew thick beneath the tree, almost hiding the cigarette butts and other trash that were a constant reminder of the surrounding millions.

We decided this tree would be our witness, and walked over to it with the bag we'd brought with us. I patted its bark and said, "Thank you for being here at our wedding."

"Mighty maple tree," Diana addressed it, "you are our minister, maid of honor, and best man. Please witness our vows."

I took out the notes we'd made for the ceremony, and we read aloud passages on love from First Corinthians and The Prophet.

Standing with arms around each other's waists, we said in unison, "We are here to declare that our relationship has grown and improved. In addition to being mother and son we are now going to be wife and husband. Today we are having a family marriage. We promise to stay together, to have and to hold in joy and in sorrow, through good times and bad, to honor and cherish each other with faithful love."




Taboo: A Memoir Ch. 13-14



With feeling-filled eyes, we turned facing. "Diana," I told her, "I take you for my wife, and I pledge you my love and devotion for the rest of my life."

"Tom," she told me, "I take you for my husband, and I pledge you my love and devotion for the rest of my life." Her damp eyes glistened.

I took out the rings and held her hand in mine. We had decided to wear them on the ring finger of the right hand, where Europeans wear their wedding bands. "My beautiful bride, heart of my heart, flesh of my flesh, I give myself to you." As if making love to her, I slipped the ring onto her finger.

Diana held my hand in hers. "My wonderful husband, heart of my heart, flesh of my flesh, I give myself to you." She slipped the ring onto my finger. The unity I felt was like a spiritual orgasm.

We held our ringed hands up together to the world. "We're married!"

"You may kiss the bride," Diana announced, and I did, first lightly on the lips, then holding her tightly and kissing her fully. She was mine now in a deeper way, thanks to our ritual. Blissed out, we hugged each other.

We took out the camera and tripod and set them up. After much twisting of dials and peering through the viewfinder, things seemed to be right. I clicked the time release and scurried back beside my wife in time to say "sex" to the camera. We shot up a roll of film this way, kissing, waving, and hugging the tree.

"These photos we'll keep," Diana said.

"If they turn out," I added.

Ready to leave, we tossed brown rice over each other and threw the rest to the ducks, who quacked their best wishes.

We walked to Fifth Avenue and flagged down another cab—same dirty yellow, different driver, same accent, same Mets game. He took us to La Mer, where I got to show off my first-year French by ordering for us. Diana had scallops in cream Pernod sauce, and I had mussels in sherry broth. The mussels reminded me of her undersea cavern: pink frills around a plump center, slick inner walls of the shells with mossy sea weed clinging to the outside, oceany tastes and smells. Delicious.

We had dessert back at the hotel, our own little wedding cake with bride and groom dolls. We fed each other with our fingers and licked the frosting off. Then we cried a little because all this had to be secret, we couldn't share it with anyone. Our isolation made us cling to each other more intensely.

I took her hand with a grave look. "My dear wife, I wanted to wait until after the wedding to tell you this...so you wouldn't back out."

She looked at me alarmed. "What is it?"

"After people are married," I said hesitantly, "they do things...to each other...with their bodies."

She smiled; her eyes widened. "What do they do, my dear hubby?"

"They...well it sounds shocking, but...they take off each other's clothes. Then...the man has something...that he puts inside the woman."

She was appalled. "No! What is it?"

"I'll have to show it to you."

"Don't show me! Nobody ever told me about that. Who said that's how it has to be?" Her expression became suspicious. "Are you sure you're not just making this up?"

"All the girls have to do it. It's the terrible thing no one talks about." I laid the little groom on top of the bride.

Diana grimaced and covered her eyes. "The terrible thing! And you're going to make me do it?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Right now."

She moved her hand up to her forehead; her face contorted with dread. "Oh no! I thought you were different. I didn't think you were like all those other men."

"'Fraid not."

"You're going to strip me naked. And put that thing inside me! And I have to take it...a poor defenseless girl."

"'Fraid so."

She threw up her arms, forlorn. "Now I see why women cry at weddings. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Because you wouldn't have done it."

"That's true! No one would do it. But now it's too late. Then take me, you brute!" She stood like a helpless captive.

I unbuttoned her dress and motioned her to do the same to my shirt. She bit her lip and complied.

As our bodies emerged, we forgot our game and got into disrobing as ritual. Each new body part made us more celebratory. What the clothes were hiding was much more beautiful than the cloth.

Mom lit two candles by the bed. Giving me her wicked look, she asked, "Should I light a stick of incest...I mean, incense?"

I moved in closer and touched her rump. "You're lighting up this stick of mine."

She put her hand on it. "Come here, you bold boy. Let me see it glow."

We caressed each other eagerly. "Hello, wife," I whispered in her ear. "Now we get to do it."

"Hello, hubby. I've got a little present for you first." From her purse she took a small box and showed me two pendants on chains. Each was a golden heart with the tip turning into an arrow that curved out to the side then back in to re-enter the heart at its center, where a ruby was set. The arrow had a hint of phallus about it, and the heart of vulva.

"They're beautiful! Did you design them?"

Mom nodded. "You see, the arrow returns from where it emerged. I call it, the heart that touches its own." She turned them over; on the back of one was engraved "Diana" and on the other "Tom." She picked up the one with her name and fastened the chain around my neck.

I clasped the one with my name around her neck; it hung between her breasts. I realized again how much this woman loved me. "Such a wonderful gift. Thank you." I was so moved I could hardly speak.

We each touched our ring to the other's pendant, ruby to ruby. Diana put her hand over my heart. "There's something they say in the Church of England wedding vows: 'With my body I thee worship.'"

I touched her heart and repeated to her: "With my body I thee worship."

We kissed with a holy mix of reverence and lust. Our love now had a spiritual dimension, thanks to our ceremony. Diana lay back on the waterbed. "Now take me, Tom, take me forever. Don't ever leave me. Do this to me always."

By now we were so turned on that foreplay would've been frustration—I entered her. "My mother, my wife...thank you for marrying me."

"My son, my husband...thank you for wanting me." She raised her hips to make room.

Slowly, regally, we moved through swarms of love. We flowed around each other in a seeking dance of merging flesh, touching our tender quicks. Our hearts swelled closer and closer. We were making love, manufacturing it in our own little floating factory. Each movement on the waterbed spread out and reverberated back to us in interactive waves. We were awash and aslosh in each other, jostling and wobbling, swaying and rolling. Mom was already so cushiony and springy, and lying on top of her on top of the waterbed doubled the effect. We were rowing on a great lake of love.

Filling her physically wasn't enough, I wanted to fill her also with my feelings, a message that would touch her deep inside. "My dear bride, we've been through so much together. We've had so many struggles...to have our love...and now to be husband and wife...to be able to do this...and keep doing it...to keep touching each other deep like this."

I wanted to press my words into her heart. "We've won...we didn't let the world stop us...our love is stronger than that world."

Her hips were rising to my thrusts and her heart was rising to my words. Her face was overflowing with affection.

"Now we get to keep doing this...we get to keep loving each other...we've earned the right to lie down like this and I put my thing inside you...and you hold on to me...and we move in and out together...and I get to look down at you and see how beautiful you are. Now we get to do this for the rest of our lives, my dear wife."

While talking, I was pistoning mom in long slow strokes that made her groan and shudder. Tears of love were streaming down her face. She lay totally open, taking my words and my body in.

"Now I'm going to give you my sperm. Ah...I want to, I need to do that. It came out of you...now it's going back in. Everything in me came out of you. My cock loves to go back in and give you its sperm."

"Yes," she murmured almost incoherently, "I want it...I need it...I need you." Her belly was sliding back and forth under mine.

My balls, bouncing against her fur, began to tighten and pump. All my energy, all my being, swelled and flowed and thrust and burst into her, throbbing with streams of delight.

Mom undulated in long rolling waves of orgasm, spasming at her depths around my spurting fullness. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, clasped me to her, and we rocked in oceans of each other.

"Love...you," I burbled around her breast.

"Love you too," she whispered in my ear.



Taboo: A Memoir Ch. 15-18







Taboo: A Memoir Ch. 15-18



"That sounds wonderful," I said. "I can't wait. Then we can stand up in front of the world...without having to worry about it crushing us." I gazed at that face I'd loved all my life. "This has been tough...but it was all we could do."

"And we did it pretty well."

"And quite often," I added, leaning over and kissing her wizened cheek.

Diana squeezed my hand, but frailly. "This could've been a tragedy," she said slowly. "Instead it was a wonderful life-long...love affair. Thank you, my dear son and husband." She gave me a V sign.

"Thank you, my dear mother and wife." I kissed from her cheek down to her lips, and rested my hand lightly on her breast. "I still want to know what's between your buttons. Let me kiss it again."

She gave a wan but willing smile. "So you still want this old body that bore you?"

"Yes, indeed. It bore me, but it's never bored me."

Mom tugged at her hospital gown. "Unfortunately these damned things don't have buttons. They don't have bottoms either." She looked around to make sure we were alone.

I pulled the screen around the bed in case a nurse blundered in, then undid the ties in the back of the blue gown and helped her slip half way out of it. Keeping the scarred side covered, she pulled the cloth away to reveal her breast, sagging, webbed with tiny lines, beautiful, still graceful in its softness. The nipple looked the same as it ever had: a bold, reddish-brown fountain of bliss. I sat by her bed and took it gently between my lips and kissed and sucked. The breast was smaller now, so I could get almost all of it into my mouth. The same ambrosia as fifty years ago flowed into me, calming me, making me whole.

She sighed and relaxed into the bed, then reached towards my groin. "Let him out."

I stood and unzipped my slacks; my erection poked out, pointed as always right at her. "You're the one he wants...the only one he's ever wanted."

"Hello!" she said. "Nice to see you again." She kissed the tip, then sucked the whole thing long and lovingly. With one hand I stroked mom's withered breast and with the other her wispy gray head. We both knew this would be the last time and wanted to draw it out in all its sad sweetness. She nibbled my column with her teeth and swirled it with her tongue. She hummed a cheery little tune on my balls, then squeezed them with her hand while she moved her mouth up and took the shaft deep in her throat. She slid her lips up and down the length of it, making me feel like a mighty redwood. Except redwoods don't weep. Finally with a groan of joy and loss I came, my seed surging into her mouth as I held her breast. "Oh...I love you very much."

Cradling my happy cock in her hand, Diana swallowed with some difficulty and looked up at me with that same wicked twinkle in her brown eyes. "So much better than the hospital food!"

This woman could laugh in the face of death!

I got into bed with her, and we held each other. She pressed her hand against my chest as if envying the solidity of my body. "You...you...you...are my dear."

As I hugged her she was running through my fingers and disappearing. "Wait for me...over there," I whispered.

Gasping back tears, she squeezed me tighter and nodded into the crook of my neck.

Next day she slipped out of consciousness under the painkillers. I held her hand and thought of all the other times I'd held it: at our first Rolling Stones concert as we discovered an irresistible attraction, picnicking nude by the beaver dam, striding boldly along the streets of Key West, pledging our wedding vows in Central Park, and hundreds of other quiet, loving moments. Mixed with my sorrow was gratitude for being able to share my life so completely with hers.

In her last hours mom began seeming younger and younger; a beatific smile graced the lips I had kissed so often; the wrinkles and pain lines left her face; her skin glowed with light from her inner spirit which was now coming to the surface; she became a child again, full of brightness. When her soul was ready to go, her pulse began to flutter, then falter, and finally it stopped. I could feel a presence rise from her body and waft around me in a loving caress. But it was an embrace of farewell. Diana had other places to go and things to do. She really was leaving. Her presence diffused away, evaporating like dew in the sun. I was left alone with a small bag of flesh that no longer contained her. She was gone.

I cried. I unclasped the chain from around her neck and took off the pendant—the heart that touches its own. I kissed the golden heart, then took off her wedding ring and kissed it. I cried some more. I slipped them both onto my chain so they all swung together, united now that we were separated. I cried again.

I still miss her terribly. My life feels incomplete. I seek her in my dreams.

Years ago we had wondered if we'd be punished, if something terrible would happen to us. Now I realize that my punishment is that no one can take Diana's place. Her loss has devastated me. She was both wife and mother, and that seems to not just double but square the grief I feel.





Taboo: A Mother's Story Ch. 01



When Susan walked down the hall and approached the stairs she had no way of knowing how drastically her life was about to change. It was nearly midnight and time for Jesse to say goodnight to his girlfriend and get to bed.

She didn't turn on the hall light, so as she stood at the top of the stairs she was concealed in darkness. What she saw in the living room, illuminated by the flickering light of the TV startled her, and stopped her dead in her tracks. Her son Jesse was sitting on the couch. He was completely naked. His girlfriend Kate was wearing only a small pair of panties, and was kneeling between his legs. 

Kate held his erect cock directly in front of her face. Jesse stared at his pretty blond girlfriend with a look of lustful anticipation. Susan knew she needed to stop this immediately. It was definitely not okay for him to be sitting in the living room getting a blowjob from the eighteen year-old girl that lived down the street. But she couldn't move. She could not make herself take the first step down the stairs. 

Her shocked reaction was mixed with a strange stirring. Her response confused her and held her at the top of the stairs to watch as Kate reached out with her tongue and licked the underside of her son's cock. Susan saw Jesse's cock twitch. This drew her focus to her son's naked loins. His cock stood straight up and his entire body was void of any hair except that which covered his head. His balls were neither large nor small, but perfectly proportional to what, she must confess, was a beautiful cock. But knowing that this beautiful cock belonged to her son sent strange signals through her body.

She had nearly mustered the strength to take that first step when Kate licked up the shaft one last time, then took her son's cock in her mouth. Jesse's head rolled back and he made a sound Susan had never heard him make. It was guttural and unmistakably lustful, and lingered in her ears as Kate moved her head lower on Jesse's cock. She slowly moved her head up and down, masturbating him with her lips. Then she leaned back and stroked him.

"Does that feel good, baby?" she asked. "Do you like the way my mouth feels on your nice hard cock?" Kate's voice was low and husky. Susan couldn't believe she was hearing such lewd language from the sweet little girl who giggled and chatted so innocently. "God I love feeling your cock in my mouth. You always fill me up so well."

As Susan watched, Jesse pulled his feet up onto the edge of the couch. His bent knees rested on the soft fabric and his cock, balls, and asshole were lifted into the air.

"Oh yeah, honey, give it all to me. I need you in my mouth." Then she paused, laying her face against his beautiful cock, and looked up at him with those innocent eyes. "Please baby, please? Please let me keep sucking on you till you show me how hard you can cum."

Susan saw the lust on his face and realized that both she and her son were turned on by the filthy words coming out of that angelic face. Then she heard something completely new to her; something she would hear over and over in her head from that point on.

"Fuck yeah, baby. Oh fuck, you can suck my cock." These words struck Susan like a bolt of lightening. This was her mild-mannered boy talking so nasty. He had been playing catch in the yard just hours before, now here he was with a nearly naked girl who was rubbing her lips on his very manly cock. 

Kate withdrew Jesse's cock from her mouth and rubbed it on her lips. Susan saw her smile as she did this. That young lady really knows what she's doing. She always seemed so sweet and innocent. That seemed to make this even sexier, even naughtier. She surprised Susan by spitting on her son's smooth balls. Susan nearly gasped but luckily caught herself. Kate spit on him again before rubbing his balls, creating a slick sheen that reflected the blue light from the TV. Once again Kate licked up the shaft, then took the head in her mouth. Jesse lifted his hips and Susan saw that the spit had rolled down to glaze her son's anus. Susan was amazed at the skill the girl demonstrated, but she understood where it came from. Like Susan, she seemed to love giving head. And by fully enjoying it, they both passionately made out with their partner's cocks. Kate pulled Jesse's cock out of her mouth, making an audible 'pop.' Now the shaft glistened with her spit. Kate lowered her head, licking down the shaft, over his balls, until her tongue touched the boy's asshole. While she rimmed her son's hole, she stroked the shaft in slow, fluid strokes. Jesse's breathing quickened. Kate pulled faster on his cock. He lifted himself up on his heels, further exposing his naked loins to both his girlfriend and his mother. Kate drew back and stared into his eyes as she sucked on one of her fingers. When it was all wet she traced a line down Jesse's shaft, twirled it around his balls, then slipped it into his ass. She quickened her pumping motion, focusing mainly on the head, and licked his tight ball sack.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," Kate said. "Go ahead, release it." She continued her quick pace on the head as Jesse's breath quickened. "That's right baby, show me what you have for me." His pelvis pumped. "Give me some cum, baby, give it to me, give me some of your cum. I need to see your cum come out right now." Jesse grunted and Susan watched as the sperm shot out of her son's cock and splatter his chest. Another blast went even farther, landing on his shoulder, and then a third landed near his belly button. Kate milked more cum from his cock and her hand was soon covered in the thick white sperm. 

Releasing his rod, she licked the cum off of her hand. His cock twitched in front of her, and she once again took him in her mouth. Her fingers gathered his cum and rubbed it onto his cock which she slowly licked his shaft clean. Finally spent, Jesse fell back onto the couch. Kate picked up a hand towel that Susan hadn't noticed and cleaned them both thoroughly. 

While Kate got to her feet, Susan hurried back to her room and quietly closed the door. Her heart was pounding as she lay in bed. Moments later she saw the headlights cross her bedroom ceiling as Kate backed out the driveway. The sound of Jesse's door closing was next.

Susan didn't know what to do. She didn't want to confront him but she couldn't just let him have sex under her roof. Then she realized they weren't having sex. It was just a blowjob. And doing it in her house was better than a car or, god forbid, at school. Maybe this wasn't so bad. There were no controlling teenage hormones, so allowing these two eighteen year-olds some rather innocent oral sex might be alright. The devil you know, she thought.

That was the easy part. What was much more complicated was how she felt while looking at her son's naked body. If it weren't her son, she would have lusted completely for his cock. She fought the feelings that she couldn't even recognize. It was too forbidden to even consider. Yet, she was still totally wound up. Her soaked panties clung to her lips and hard clit. She wouldn't allow herself to think of her son, so she closed her eyes and remembered a special evening when she was married.

Susan's ex was very proud of his wife's beauty. At 5' 8" and 120 pounds, her body was both lean and curvy. Her hair was a deep auburn and her brown eyes shone when she smiled, which she did often. Her 36-26-38 inch frame never failed to turn heads. He used to love that. He enjoyed seeing the way men looked at her, whether she was dressed conservatively with her hair pulled up, or when she ran around in shorts and a t-shirt and let her hair fall loosely around her shoulders.

It was at dinner one evening when he confessed his fantasy to her. They were at a nice restaurant in downtown Austin and Susan had dressed sexily for the occasion. Her dress was tight and her painted toes peeked out of her favorite stiletto heels. They'd had a few drinks which must have given him the courage to share his secret desire.

He leaned across the table and said quite plainly that he would like to watch her fuck another man. Susan was shocked. She was sexually very liberal, but she never thought seriously about being with another man. Sure, she fantasized about others; who didn't? But he was suggesting that she act upon it.

"See that guy at the bar?" he asked her. She turned and saw a nice looking man watching the game. "His eyes were glued to you when we walked in."

"This was nothing new," Susan thought. It happened so often she hardly even noticed it anymore.

"So you want to watch him fuck me?" she asked.

"Well not necessarily him; maybe some other guy." 

Susan studied his face. My god, he was serious about this.

"Don't think of it as cheating on me; think of it as doing something sexy for me." She took a sip of wine and looked at her husband, then looked at the man. She had to admit it sounded kind of hot. When they went to bed that night her husband took the next step.

"Susan, can we try something new tonight?"

"Tell me what's going on in that dirty little mind of yours," she said. She liked the tone in his voice. She knew this was going to be something different. "You know how we've kinda role-played before?" Susan recalled those times perfectly. Once her husband pretended he was a cop and pushed her up against the wall. He made her spread her legs, then he frisked her. He had her wear a dress and heels for that game, and his hands frisked her everywhere. She remembered how long it took him to finally touch her panties. He was rubbing her all over; it was very hot. Then he pulled her panties halfway down her legs against her mock protests. Before long he had his cock buried in her hot cunt. He called her a bitch and a fucking whore. He told her that he was going to shoot his load in her hot pussy, then make her lick their juices from his cock. This turned her on beyond belief.

She told him he couldn't cum in her pussy, that she was ovulating and he would certainly make her pregnant. He told her to shut the fuck up and then he thrust into her even harder. They both came ferociously that night.

Then there was the time he pretended she was the babysitter and he drove her home. She feigned shock when he pulled down a dirt road leading back into some dark woods. She told him her father would punish her if she was late. Her father always spanked her so hard that he left red hand prints on her ass. The further he drove, the wetter she got.

She pretended to protest a lot that night. She really fought him, punching and kicking him and telling him to get off her. That turned him on even more. He ripped open her blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. It was still tucked into the little miniskirt she wore, but gaped wide open revealing her bra. She screamed and tried to get away when he yanked her bra up over her tits, dragging the under-wire roughly over her nipples. Even though she was fighting him she didn't cover her tits. That turned him on too.

Then he went for her panties. While they wrestled with them he stared at her shaking breasts. Finally he got his fingers into the lacy fabric and ripped open the crotch. Her ruined panties were in shreds. She kicked him while he released his rigid cock but he grabbed her knees, yanking them open. The force of his fingers left bruises on her legs for three days.

He held his hand over her mouth as she tried to scream, then he plunged into her. His cock was still dry so it tugged on her lips even though they were soaked. He fucked her hard and fast that night, not caring about her pleasure. He sprayed her torn clothes with his cum. 

She was so incredibly hot she immediately rubbed her clit in front of him. He called her 'a little fucking slut' as her orgasm rocked her body. Roll play added a delightful spice to their love life so she was all ears when he brought it up.

"I want to pretend that I'm a total stranger and we end up fucking," he said. Of course this was what he wanted. Susan realized that this was a safe way to indulge his little fantasy.

"Okay, tell me what we're going to do."

"I'll come to the door, explaining I'm your husband's boss. You'll tell him I'm not here. 'That's too bad,' he'll say, and explain I was going to be laid off and he wanted to let me know personally." Her husband continued and Susan hung on every word, noticing how he already had switched it into the boss' perspective. "You'll beg him to keep me. Then you'll get down on your knees in front of him, he get's the idea and you end up blowing him then and there."

Susan liked the idea and really pretended her husband was another man. This struck a cord in her and she was surprised at how much she liked it. She found the thought of sucking another man's cock rather titillating.

It was a few weeks later when he pushed it further. They were having drinks at home so she was somewhat susceptible to his plan. At his urging she agreed to go into a bar and let some guy buy her a drink. She was amazed that he was so into this.

"Wait here for a second," he said. A few minutes later he called her into the bedroom. On her bed was one of her sexiest dresses. The purple fabric hugged ever curve on her body. He had her panties, garter belt and stockings laid out too. She noticed he chose the stockings with the seam running up the back. There was no bra on the bed.

"Get dressed and meet me at The Maverick on Grant Street." She knew the place; it was a meat market on the weekends, with live music. "I'll head over there now. Just let some guy buy you a drink, maybe dance with him or something. Don't worry, you don't have to blow him in the parking lot, unless...."

Susan laughed. "The only dick I'm sucking tonight belongs to my husband."

"Okay, that's cool. But this will be fun."

An hour later her husband was at a small table in the corner of the bar when she walked in. She had her hair up but little wisps hung down around her face. She was wearing more makeup than usual. She nervously looked at him sitting across the bar, but he just smiled, so she sat down.

Within minutes a rather distinguished looking gentleman asked if he could buy her a drink. Her heart jumped; this was new and dangerous territory. She looked over his shoulder momentarily, leaving a tense pause in the conversation, and saw her husband's nod.

"Vodka martini. No olive," she said. It was like she was a different woman. She surprised herself by taking on the persona of a mysterious seductress. The man waved to the bartender and sat down.

"My name is Tom," he told her. Susan was too nervous to even tell him her name.

While they talked she kept checking with her husband. His nods were almost imperceptible and his face looked deadly serious. It was on her third drink that the man asked her to dance. The first song was fast. The man watched as Susan swiveled her hips and stared straight into his eyes. She wasn't sure about this, but one thing was clear, the intense way he looked at her was a huge turn on.

Susan froze when the next song came on; it was slow and quite long. Again, she checked with her husband. Another nod. The man didn't ask, he just pulled her against him. For the first time since she'd been married Susan felt a strange mans body push against her affectionately. To her surprise she found herself getting wet.

As the song progressed she felt the man's hand slowly moving down her back. Her back was to her husband when the man's hand first made contact with the top of her ass. He pulled her tighter and she felt his hardness.

When they turned she saw that her husband had moved closer to the dance floor and was watching intently. Another nod. Then she felt a hand cup her ass cheek. She was incredibly turned on. Her arousal startled her and when the song ended she explained that she had to get up early and said goodbye. He was clearly disappointed but graciously gave her his business card, kissed her on the cheek, and said goodnight.

As she left the bar, her head was spinning. Her husband knocked on her window as she started her car.

"Get in my car," he said. She thought he just wanted to drive her home but he pulled into a dark spot near the back of the parking lot. It had been years since Susan made out in a car, and that had been much more private than this lot. Susan decided to play along. 

"Hey, you were so nice to buy me drinks tonight. And the way you held me on the dance floor, I could feel your thing press against me." Her husband's breath was quickening. "Do you think I could see what it was that was pressing against me?"

Her husband smiled. "Okay, under one condition."

"Ummm....and what would that be?"

"I like hearing you say my name."

"Okay Tom," she said. "Tom, do you think I could take a look at your cock?" She thought her husband was going to cum in his pants. He looked around the parking lot briefly, and then opened his pants.

"Tom, will you take it out for me?"

"Sure, if you give me a kiss first." Susan leaned in and gave him a deep French kiss. He grabbed her breast.

"No Tom, I shouldn't let you touch me. After all, I am married. But Tom, I really, really want to see that cock of yours."

Her husband pulled the waist-band down, revealing a huge erection. Most of the time, her husband was only partially hard when they started. It was her hands and mouth that made him fully erect. Not tonight. His cock was rock hard, standing straight up from his dark pubic hair and curving back toward his belly. The fact that it was standing freely on its own made her pussy even creamier.

"Oh Tom, what a nice cock you have. I love looking at it. But, Tom...."

"Yes?"

"Would it be okay if I touched your cock?"

Her husbands' face was the picture of lust. "Go ahead." The thought of his beautiful, redheaded wife actually touching another man's cock in the back of a parking lot was amazingly hot.

Susan reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock. The heat from a hard cock always surprised and delighted her. Her clit was tingling. She slowly stroked it up and down.

"Oh my, Tom, your cock feels so nice. You're so hard, Tom." She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Tom, please, may I lick it just a little bit?"

He nodded quickly.

Susan didn't take her eyes from his as she bent down. She was barely stroking him now; her touch was so light that it felt like a velvet glove. Then she squeezed the head. "Oh fuck. Holy shit that felt good," he said. Susan smiled, finally looking down, and bringing her face to his cock. She held it by the shaft and stuck out her tongue, flicking it over the very sensitive tip of his cock. "Oh my god that's good," he said.

Susan smiled and slowly twirled her tongue around the head. She had never licked him so slowly and deliberately before, which made it feel new to both of them. To her delight, a clear drop of precum oozed out of the slit as she squeezed him again. She watched it gather on the tip before rolling like a tear down the purple head. It hung on his ridge, and she lapped it up before it fell and was wasted. She loved the taste. 

'Tom' stared intently at his adulterous lover.

"Tom, darling, would you mind terribly if I sucked on this nice hard cock of yours?" 

Her husband could only nod, then watch as she slowly sucked him into her mouth. Susan loved the fullness in her mouth. She immediately felt her saliva gather and she swished it around the cock head as it filled her mouth.

To her husband's surprise, Susan loosened her hair slightly, letting more fall into her face. She was really getting into this. Then she tilted her head up so he could see the way her lips stretched around his shaft. After a few moments she let it pop out the side of one cheek. "Oh Tom, your cock feels so good in my mouth. It's so hard and warm." She looked down into his open pants. "Tom, do you have some hot sperm in those balls of yours?" Again her husband could only nod.




Taboo: A Mother's Story Ch. 01



"Tom, would you do me a huge favor? Would you please squirt cum in my mouth? I love feeling hot cum on my tongue and coating my cheeks. It makes me feel very naughty, especially since it will be yours Tom. The thought of getting a mouthful of your cum to savor and swallow makes me all tingly down there." Susan then sucked vigorously on his cock. Her pleading moans filled the car. Her husband's pelvis was trying to move in the tight confines of the driver's seat, pressing her head back against the steering wheel. Her panties were overflowing and as her husband watched, she parted her legs, bent her knees, and shoved her hand into her wet panties.

Taking his cock from her mouth she rubbed her spit against his head between her fingers. "Tommy, cum for me? Will you please feed me that hot cum of yours? Fill my mouth, Tom, please? Then I'll go home and kiss my husband." She lowered her head just in time to feel his cum blast inside her mouth. She moaned, and then came all over her frantic fingers. She nursed the cum from her mouth but didn't swallow it. When the cum stopped pumping out of his cock she lifted her head. Staring straight at him she parted her lips, letting his cum drizzle out over her chin. Then she leaned over and kissed him. She pushed his cum into his mouth with her probing tongue. Both of their chins were covered in cum. It was deliciously nasty. A slight movement outside the car caught Susan's eye and she turned to see the real Tom standing near their car, watching them. She realized he was seeing their faces pressed together, coated in cum. Her husband was in ecstasy knowing that the man was seeing his hot wife's face coated in fresh cum...Tom stood there for nearly a minute before turning and heading for his car.

"Holy fuck, was that hot," her husband said on the way home. Susan couldn't agree more. Susan came hard thinking about that incredible encounter with her husband. Still, in her mind, the cock upon which she sucked was hairless, as was the rest of her lover's body. And that body was young, firm, and lean, unlike her husband's, or Tom's.



Taboo: A Mother's Story Ch. 02



That week Josh noticed a change in his mom. She was much more talkative than usual. She seemed somehow more energized; she was more friendly and interested in his life, and in Kate. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different. Part of it was clearly the way she dressed. She always wore rather conservative business clothes to work. After all it was a bank, the men all wore suits, and the women wore skirts, sometimes blazers. The colors were always dark. 

Josh was surprised when he saw his mom wearing a low cut, white blouse under her jacket one day. The brightness of her blouse drew his eyes to her chest. He was looking at her deep cleavage, then he looked up. His mom was staring at him, then she looked away quickly. He was embarrassed to be caught looking at his mom's boobs.

Nancy was flustered all the way to work. Her son had just been staring at her breasts. She had struggled with her decision to wear such a revealing blouse, now she half regretted it. But there was a part of her that was invigorated by it. Her once sexy nature had lain dormant since her divorce. She had needed time to heal, so she deliberately hid her body under straight or loose-fitting clothes. Now she realized that this was a side of her personality she had nearly forgotten about. Why was she suddenly feeling the need to be desired again?

Several times that week she wore outfits that increased her growing sex appeal. She didn't feel the need to rush to her room and change when she got home, either. She always took off her jacket, but it felt good to look attractive again so she spent the evenings in skirts and clingy tops.

More than once she caught her son checking her out. This embarrassed both of them, and she subconsciously got in the habit of looking away frequently when they were face to face. She figured if he wanted to look at his mom's tits, then that was his issue, not hers. And teenage boys will be boys; a pair of breasts was attractive no matter whose they were.

She was feeling even bolder on Friday and she decided not to wear a bra. She knew she wouldn't take off her blazer; that would be practically scandalous at the bank. Just feeling the way her silk top rubbed against her nipples was enough. Actually the weight of the jacket increased the pressure. It felt better with it on than without it. The fact that no one knew how hard her nipples were was an added thrill.

By the end of the day though, she had somewhat forgotten about it. So she didn't give it a thought when she tossed her blazer on the couch when she got home. She chatted with Josh about his day and couldn't figure out why he looked so flustered. When she went to the bathroom she finally understood.

Looking in the mirror, Nancy saw how her breasts pressed against the white fabric of her blouse. She was shocked to discover that the bright shade of her areola were somewhat visible. Furthermore, her nipples protruded from her breasts and stuck out against the nearly sheer fabric. She had forgotten that this top was made to be worn with a camisole. Josh had been staring at her nearly naked tits.

She felt tremendously embarrassed, plus she felt bad for flustering her poor son like she had. Her habit of looking away must have given him plenty of opportunities for checking her out. She realized that her nipples were tingly slightly and she gave them a good hard pinch. They stood out even more, nearly poking through the blouse. It was definitely time to change.

As she walked into the hall she nearly bumped into Josh. His eyes immediately went to her nipples. She was also aware that by stopping so quickly her breasts jiggled against the fabric. For a moment neither moved, then he walked around her and headed for the bathroom. What was she doing? She just stood there with her breasts nearly naked in front of her son. She didn't even move or cover them or anything even when he was openly staring at them. She shook her head and went to her room.

At dinner she tired to engage a rather quiet Josh in conversation. "You and Kate going out tonight?"

"Yeah, we're gonna see one of those concerts again." 

Kate played the violin and whenever there was one of those concerto performances at one of Memphis's trendy street parks she dragged a reluctant Josh along.

"Don't be out too late, okay?"

"Okay Mom."

"I haven't taken the DVD's back yet. You can come back here after the concert. The scary one will keep Kate in your arms all night." 

Josh laughed. Why was she so interested in them cuddling? "Sure mom, maybe we'll try it," he said as he took his plate to the sink. He rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher. 

Nancy admired her son; he was such a good boy. Later, just as the weatherman predicted, storms rolled in. Carol was watching TV when Josh and Kate came running in from the rain.

"Hi, Mrs. Adams" Kate said cheerfully. She was so sweet, so bubbly, that Nancy couldn't believe this was the same girl she saw last weekend. She was on student council, she tutored middle school kids in the afternoons, and Nancy was certain she had never even heard her swear. It was almost comical to hear her say things like 'dang', and 'oh my word.' Plus she was barely over five feet. Her pigtails were cute, but not very common among the Senior class. Surely this wasn't the same girl. Later that evening Nancy was clearly reminded that this was the same girl.

It was around the same time as last week when Nancy tiptoed to the stairs. Her sole intent was to somehow understand how Kate could be so innocent at times, then transform into this little vixen. She was amazed at what she saw.

The movie must have just ended because they were sitting side by side chatting quietly. Nancy couldn't hear what Kate said, but Josh's 'Sure!' was very clear. Josh sat still while Kate stood up and moved right in front of him. Nancy was momentarily confused. Kate was facing away from him, blocking his view of the TV. Then Kate began to sway her hips slightly, and Nancy understood. She was going to do a strip tease for her son.

Josh watched with delighted eyes as Kate shook her little ass. Her faded jeans were tight, molding over each ass cheek, and following the crack of her ass between her legs. She knew how to move it too. Nancy was amazed once again that this innocent young thing was turning into a dirty little hussy. Clearly Josh liked it. While he stared at her he was rubbing himself through his jeans.

This reminded Nancy once again that her teenage boy was also a very sexual man. She knew she should walk away and leave them to have their privacy. She also knew she wasn't going anywhere. Kate gyrated her hips and unbuttoned her top. To Nancy's surprise she didn't take it off. She turned to Josh who quickly pulled his hand away from his crotch. Then she started to undo her pants.

She never stopped moving her hips and when her pants were open, she turned and danced to the music in her head. Nancy could see both her bra and panties through her open clothes. Her jeans were low on her hips and Nancy could see the crack of her ass appear as the jeans slowly slid down her hips. The more she moved, the farther they slid, and the more she revealed.

Nancy looked at her son. He was such a nice looking boy. But there was a different look on his face now. It reminded her of the serious look on her husband's face that night at the bar; so intense. Someone could wave a wad of hundred dollar bills in his face and he wouldn't even notice. Again he touched his crotch. Nancy was ashamed to realize that she wanted to see him take those pants off.

Kate leaned over him and whispered in his ear. Josh nodded, then reached into her shirt. A moment later his hands came out and Nancy realized that Kate was wearing a bra with a clasp in the front. Just as she suspected, she saw the valley between her small breasts become visible through her open shirt as Kate continued to turn. She continued to dance, her pants continued to fall.

Kate was squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Her eyes were closed; she was turning into the little vixen. Nancy leaned against the wall and tried to ignore the growing heat between her legs. It became nearly impossible when she saw Josh open his pants and pull out his cock. Nancy was once again amazed by its beauty. Everything about him was so smooth. She licked her lips when Josh began to stroke it.

With a quick swish of her hips Kate's jeans fell to her knees. Her shirttails momentarily hid her ass, but as she groped her own tits the shirt rose, revealing her adorable ass, naked save for the small string running down the crack of her ass. But that string was barely visible and the curves of Kate's small cheeks were momentarily exposed, then hidden with the girls' movements. She was making it go so slow. 

Nancy nearly felt the need to tell her to hurry up, quit being such a cock tease and get naked. Show her son her ass all the way, then let him see those cute little boobs of hers. As if reading her mind, Kate turned toward the TV and pulled the shirt off her shoulders. Her bra straps came with it. The jeans fell to her feet and she stepped out of them. Damn, Nancy thought, this girl is good.

Kate pulled her shirt across her chest and turned to Josh, teasing him again. Then she stopped dancing and let her arms dangle to her sides. The shirt and bra slid off of her shoulders and fell to the floor. Josh's eyes to raked over her young body while he stroked his naked cock. Come on, Nancy thought, you're going to kill the boy. Again, as if following the older woman's commands, Kate stuck her thumbs in her panties and began to slowly pull them down. Josh's eyes followed them over her smooth pubic mound. 

Although Nancy couldn't see it, she knew there wasn't a hair on that girl's little cunt. Kate pulled them lower and they rolled down her thighs, stretched between the girls' legs like a small rope. She stood still, then bit one finger and twirled her pig tail with the other hand. Josh couldn't take it anymore. Nancy almost cheered as Josh stood up, fully dressed except for this stiff cock sticking out between them. He pushed Kate to her knees and shoved his hard cock into her mouth. 

She gagged briefly, then she took more of his cock in her mouth. She pulled down his pants as Josh tore the t-shirt over his head, then her boy was standing practically naked with his cock sticking into Kate's mouth.

Kate held her head still and looked up at him. He looked at that innocent face holding his cock between her pouty lips. She just stared at him. She knew Josh loved this moment. He always made sure she waited patiently and sat perfectly still, almost like a dog waiting for its treat. It was a little game Josh liked to play. He tried to see how long he could take it before he moved. His cock always grew harder when he did this. Kate's jaw would begin to ache but she liked that. She loved looking at the lust that covered his face, and feel the strength of his member in her mouth.

Two minutes, three minutes, five minutes. She could see Josh breathing hard, fighting the urge to move. A string of spit hung down from Kate's cute little mouth. Nancy couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed her pussy hard through her nightgown. Her knees buckled, and her mouth opened. She closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure that emanated from her loins.

When she opened her eyes he was still standing perfectly still. Nancy could see her son struggle while every fiber in his body longed to move. Suddenly his pulled his cock from her mouth and let it bob in the air. She lunged for it with her mouth and took him in deeply. He bent his knees and let her work it.

Kate came up for air, she smiled. "That's it baby; you let me do all the work. Don't you dare move. I'm going to suck the cum out of your balls, but I'm going to stop if you move. Let me masturbate you with my mouth."

"Fuuuuucccckkkk," Josh groaned as she swallowed him again. Nancy realized she loved hearing that word come out of her son's mouth in such a sexual tone. The whole scene made her pussy spasm. Kate sucked hard, then pulled away, creating a tight friction against the lower side of his ridge. Her pigtails swayed. His cock would bounce in the air when her lips released it, before she plunged on it again. She repeated this, causing Josh to groan. Nancy could tell it was taking super-human strength for him not to move.

Kate grabbed the head with her lips. Josh's eyes flashed as she shook her head from side to side. Nancy could take no more. She pulled her nightgown over her shoulders and was standing at the top of the dark stairway in just her moist panties. But that wasn't enough; she was so aroused she wanted to be naked. She wanted to be standing completely naked mere feet away from her naked son and that hot little cunt at his feet. She quickly pulled her panties off and she was now fully nude at the top of the stairs. Her legs were trembling so she sat down, realizing that her pussy cream might leave a small puddle on the landing. It would be at Josh's eye level if she accidentally forgot to wipe it up.

If Josh could see through the dark he would see Nancy sitting on the top step, her legs spread, rubbing her fingers up and down her swollen lips. He wouldn't see his mom touch her clit though, not yet. It felt too good to rub her labia. She swatted her lips a few times, not fully caring if they heard the wet smacking sounds coming from the stairway. Josh couldn't see his mom stick a finger into her pussy and pull out her juices. She rubbed the finger on the outside of her nostrils so she could smell her hot scent with every breath, then she cleaned her finger with her mouth. It felt so good to be doing this out in the open, practically in view of the young lovers.

Kate was continuing to tease the boy. While he stood perfectly still, she held his cock in her mouth and pulled her panties off. Josh kicked his jeans off his ankles and Kate bit his cock slightly. Nancy realized that all of them were naked, and started rubbing her clit.

"God I love sucking on your cock, Josh," Kate said. 

Nancy rubbed harder; she loved dirty talk, especially coming from this little slut. "Can I drink your cum tonight, Joshy?" She was rubbing his cock over her lips. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" She kissed the head. "Or on my tits?" Another kiss. "Or I know...." Kate licked his cock slowly. "All over my face." She sucked the head into her mouth, then spit it out. "That's your favorite, isn't it? Splashing your thick cum on my face?"

"Noooo." Josh groaned.

"No? You don't want to blast my face with your cum? Please baby, please. Please cum all over my face. I'll leave it there while I drive home, just like you like it. I'll walk into my house with your cum on my face." Kiss. "My dad will be watching TV in the living room while I'm in the kitchen and won't be able to see your cum on my face." Suck. "What would my dad do if he knew his daughter was talking to him with a boy's cum all over her face?" Another long lick. "I know you're going to shoot that hot cum of yours onto my face, Josh." Kiss. "I know you want to spray it on my forehead and watch it drip down."

Then Josh moved. He could take no more. But instead of pushing his cock into her face he pulled it back. Kate let out a little scream when Josh pushed her over so that her ass was in the air. He got behind her and his big cock loomed over her little ass.

"Josh, what are you doing?" she said, pretending to not understand she was about to get fucked.

"I'm not going to cum in your face, goddammit, I'm going to fuck you and fucking cum in your fucking little pussy."

"NO!" she screamed. Josh plunged in, and before Nancy could even take her hands from her pussy her son was fucking his girlfriend right in front of her. Nancy knew she had to stop them, but the incredible feelings between her legs would not let her stop. Her brain was screaming for her to do something but her pussy was radiating pure ecstasy through her body.

"Oh, you fucking little tease. You keep me waiting so long and look what you get." Nancy couldn't believe this was her nice boy talking like this. "You get my harder-than-fuck cock in your hole."

"No Josh, you don't understand....". But her words were said through moans and carried no weight.

Josh quickened his pace. Nancy could tell that both she and her son were about to cum at any moment.

"No Josh, I'm ovulating, if you cum in me you'll get me pregnant!" Those words brought reality back to Nancy's brain with a jolt. She saw her son's eyes close and body begin to tense. He was on the verge on cumming in Kate's pussy. Without thinking, Nancy dashed down the stairs.

"Joshua, No! Don't." Josh froze, but it was too late, as he stared at his mom he began to cum. But Kate had heard her too and looked up. This motion moved her teenage pussy away from Josh and he reflexively grabbed his cock and sprayed his hot cum all over her ass. His eyes were fixed on his mom, and he saw her looking at his pumping cock. "Oh, Mrs. Adams!" Kate said through a deep moan. Kate was confused and devastated to be caught fucking by her boyfriend's mom. But why was she naked? She was so turned on that she wasn't able to say it correctly. In Nancy's ears it sounded like she was talking to her as the sexual vixen, like she was turned on seeing her naked or something.

Nancy suddenly realized that she was nearly at the bottom of the stairs stark naked. She crossed her arms over her breasts and pussy, but the sight of Nancy's naked body was seared into her son's brain. She didn't have any pubic hair; that's what shocked him the most. Seeing her naked was unbelievable, but learning a naughty secret about his mom was even more thrilling. He stared up as cum dribbled out of his cock, coating Kate's small ass.

"Shit!" said Kate, but she didn't move. She just stayed still with her son's cum dripping down her crack and stared at the naked woman in front of her. It was the first time Nancy heard the girl swear. It was odd that the term sounded so strange even though she was talking dirty to her son, and sucking his cock. Her pussy was just filled with his cock, and his fresh cum covered her ass. Why was her swearing remarkable? Nancy didn't understand, but then again she was confused about the whole thing.

Nancy turned and ran up the stairs. Josh watched her ass as she ran. "Wow", he thought, "her ass looks awesome naked." Then he realized he hadn't covered himself. His mom had just seen his dick as he had cum all over Kate's behind. He couldn't imagine how much trouble he was in.

Kate hurriedly pulled on her clothes; Josh's cum still covered her ass. She dashed out and Josh staggered to his room. His clothes were still on the floor in the living room.

Once again Nancy found herself with a burning need and a desire for something that was so very wrong. Even though he was a grown, sexy man, he was her baby boy, those two concepts battled in her brain and in her loins.

She couldn't help herself, she had to cum. It was just too much. With great effort she pushed the images of Josh and his beautiful cock from her mind and forced herself to think about her husband and her lover.

She could see it in her head. The tight white dress he made her wear to the bar the next week. Same drill: him first, then her. Just as they suspected, Tom was there, and he moved toward her before she could even get to the bar. Moments later they were sitting at a small table with cool drinks, not far from her husband. 

Had Tom been able to tear his eyes off Nancy's incredible body, he would probably have recognized the man at the nearby table as the one she was with in the parking lot the week prior. But he didn't, and her husband was able to hear their entire conversation.

"I'm really glad to see you again," Tom said. "I don't believe you told me your name last week."




Taboo: A Mother's Story Ch. 02



"I'm Nancy," she said.

"I'm horny," he replied.

Nancy realized he was not interested in wasting time. She was nervous and wasn't sure how far she wanted this to go. It took a lot of convincing to get her to agree to come; even more so to wear such a slutty dress. It was so short, more than half way up her thighs, that it wanted to slide higher with each step. She had to take deliberately small steps to keep it in place, and even with that she had to keep pulling it down.

"It's nice to see you again, Tom." Her husband was impatient with the small talk and wanted things to heat up. He was half hard just watching them talk. Then he saw Tom put his hand on Nancy's bare thigh. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't check with her husband to get her clues as whether or not to proceed. But she knew in her heart that he was sitting there excited to see Tom's hand in her lap. She let it stay.

As they talked and drank, Tom's hand slowly moved higher on her thigh. Nancy felt the desire to open her legs, but also to jump up and run from the bar. The band saved her. It was her favorite song.

"Come on, let's dance," she said and pulled him to his feet. This allowed her to glance at her husband who only smiled. "God damn, what was he getting her into?" she wondered.

As Nancy moved on the dance floor the dress kept rising higher. Tom's eyes were all over her legs. He even paid a lot of attention to her feet. She wore her favorite heels with little straps that wrapped around her delicate ankles. The thought of him getting into her feet excited her. However his eyes also explored her neck and cleavage which was delightfully exposed in the strapless dress.

The third song was slow, and Tom pulled her into the corner of the dance floor. Nancy looked for her husband but he wasn't there. She felt a momentary panic, realizing she was with this sexually charged stranger. Truthfully, they were both excited. That made it even scarier. Then she saw her husband at the bar. He raised his glass toward her and smiled. "Oh, what the hell," she thought.

She soon realized why Tom pulled her into the corner. As they turned away from the crowd his hand slid down the tight dress to her ass. Again, he pulled her into him. He moved slightly to the side and pressed his hard cock against her pussy. Had he not been holding her she would have swooned.

He brought his hand up to her waist when they turned toward the crowd, but once again he grabbed her ass at the first chance. Then he stopped them from turning. He held her and swayed with the music but her back was to the corner.

Tom slid his hand over her shapely ass, and lowered it until he felt skin. Nancy inhaled sharply when she felt his hand on her thigh. She realized he was holding her so close that she couldn't pull away. What if he touched her ass? With this dress she had no choice but to wear a thong. 

Just as she feared, Tom moved his hand up her thigh, under her dress, and felt her bare ass. Her pussy gushed. She could not believe how thrilling it was to have another man feel her naked ass. Then the song stopped.

Both Nancy and Tom went to the bathroom and her husband was surprised when Nancy slipped something into his jacket pocket as she hurried back to the table. He reached in and felt something soft and damp. He glanced down and saw his wife's panties in his hand just as Tom walked past. The thought that she was going to be sitting next to this man with a bare pussy that was obviously wet excited him to no end. He cupped his hand around them, concealing them, and then held them to his nose. He inhaled her pungent scent. He wished he could suck them into his mouth and taste her.

As soon as they sat down, Tom's hand was on Nancy's leg. Again she felt nervous, how far would she let this go? She knew Tom wanted to take her home and fuck the hell out of her. She knew her husband wanted him to as well, but she couldn't fuck Tom, could she? No, she couldn't even consider such a thing. As she was struggling with this decision she felt Tom's hand slide up and make contact with her pussy. Tom was amazed with how wet she was. He was hard as hell, realizing she wasn't wearing panties. And her pussy was wet. And shaved. Holy fuck. He twisted his wrist, spreading her legs, and slipped a finger into her pussy. Nancy groaned, then she forced herself to her feet. If he went one inch farther she would soon be fucking this man. No, she couldn't cross that line. So she thanked him and rushed out the door. Again, her husband followed her, but there would be no parking lot bj's this time. She wanted to get home and fuck. Now.

"Oh, Tom, fuck me. Fuck me hard, please," she moaned, when they finally got home.

Her husband did. He fucked her with his amazingly hard cock. Again it was harder than normal. Clearly he was enjoying this new twist. He was only able to fuck her for a few minutes before he began to pump his load into her. The whole time Nancy whispered 'Fuck me harder, Tom. Fuck, me harder Tom' into his ear. It was easy for her to do this because while he was fucking her she was imagining the real Tom thrusting in and out of her pussy. She was finally able to admit that she very much wanted that man to fuck her. She didn't care if her husband was watching or not, she needed that stranger's cock in her pussy. Or in her mouth. Fuck, she was so hot right now he could probably fuck her little virgin asshole. That idea alone made her cum that night.

But while she lay there thinking of this, alone in her bed finger fucking herself and twisting her nipples, just moments after being seen naked by her son, she couldn't see Tom's face in her mind. As much as she tried to fight it, the man looking down on her wasn't Tom, or her husband, it was her son Josh. And she came thinking about his face inches from hers.



Taboo: A Night with Anissa



As always, this work of fiction is for adult eyes only. And by that, I mean someone who can handle graphic stories of sex. Those of you under 18 and those of you over 18 who are shocked or disgusted by graphic sex stories should not be reading this. For that matter I wonder why someone like that even visits a site such as this. Nevertheless, if you are not frigid and enjoy sexually explicit stories, do read on. Don't forget to vote and feel free to leave me some feedback, good or bad. And remember, please, always practice safe sex.

What is the driving force behind cheating? What is it that makes it so hard to stay faithful and true to your vows of celibacy? Taboo. That's right, taboo. Simply put, it's wrong, so it feels good. You know, sex and drugs and rock and roll and all that. We always want the things that are bad for us don't we? We want to have our cake and eat it too. Temptation and lust are difficult to resist. Cheating is wrong - taboo - and that's what makes it all that much more exciting. I've cheated on past girlfriends and been cheated on as well. It's a terrible thing to do to someone you care about. Nevertheless we do it. We often regret it afterwards but sometimes we just cannot resist temptation. Sexual desire is the strongest emotion humans feel. This is a story of my succumbing to temptation. 

It was a Friday night and my wife had gone to bed early after a long week of work. Now in our early thirties, we'd been married for five years. We have two kids and are very happy. I had no desire to cheat on my wife. Not a realistic desire that is. I mean I check out women all the time. I often think to myself, 'damn I'd love to fuck her brains out!' That doesn't mean I'd ever try to make it happen. 

Cheating on one's partner does not imply that the cheater does not love the cheated upon. In fact, often it is simply a lack of will power that drives us to give in to our sexual urges. They say variety is the spice of life, and though you may love 'oregano', you may still want to try a little 'basil' from time to time, so to speak. What I'm saying is that although you love your spouse, sometimes, basic human urges drive us to want to experience something or someone different. 

I didn't go out that night intending, expecting or desiring to cheat on my wife. She'd fallen asleep early that night and I was bored. So I went down to the local bowling alley where I knew some people that I knew, might be hanging out. I used to work there so I figured it was likely I'd know someone who was there. 

I was right. There was guy I knew, hanging out in the bar, who used to hang out often when I worked there. His name was Brady and he was a casual bowler, a couple of years younger than me, who often came in on weekend nights to the special events like cosmic bowling and with a hot date every time. This night was no exception. Her name was Nicole and she was drop dead gorgeous. She stood 5' 3" with beautiful long and wavy blonde hair. She was only 22 years old and had a near perfect body. Brady was one lucky guy. 

Nicole had a friend with her as well. Her name was Anissa and she and Nicole were roommates. She too was only 22 years old. I found her very attractive, though not all guys would necessarily feel that way. I doubt any man could dispute how pretty a face she had. She just didn't have a perfect body like Nicole. She was about 5' 5" tall and while I wouldn't describe her as fat, she was a little overweight. Chubby is the word, or as I like to describe a woman like that, healthy. And deliciously so in my opinion, but she was just not everyone's cup of tea. 

However what was really working against her was her shyness. She seemed really nice but very shy. She didn't speak too much during the night though I'm sure she was feeling like a third wheel. She and I spoke a little bit but I was mostly talking to Brady. Remember, I'd not gone out to pick up on another girl. I had no intentions, bad or otherwise on my mind. That doesn't mean though that I didn't think to myself, 'Damn I'd love to fuck her brains out!' But as I said before, that didn't mean I was going to try to make it happen either. 

Though we didn't talk to each other a lot, we did get along well. As I said, she was just shy. 

The four of us played some pool together. We paired up and of course, Brady and Nicole were one team and Anissa and I were the other. I couldn't help myself from admiring the wonderful curves her body had. Her breasts weren't especially big, though they were certainly more than a mouthful. Her ass was the kind Sir-Mix-A-Lot would appreciate. Nice and round. 

I love a small tight ass as much as the next guy (and believe me I was checking out Nicole's all night too), but I can certainly appreciate a round, full butt as well. Anissa's ass was nicely round yet firm. She also had a fabulous set of legs for a guy like me, with large thighs (but not overly so) that seem to invite you to kiss and lick your way to her sweet little honey pot. 

She was a brunette and as I mentioned, she had a very pretty face. I was definitely very attracted to her, but again, I had no desire to have it lead anywhere. I might jerk myself off later at home thinking about her but that was it. 

As it got near closing time, Brady told me that Nicole had some great weed back her apartment and that the three of them were going back there to smoke. He asked if I'd be interested and, well as I always say, a friend with weed is a friend indeed. So I took him up on the offer and it was decided that Anissa would ride over with me to help me find the place. 

Since Anissa went to the bathroom before we went, Brady and Nicole left first. On the way there, Anissa and I just chitchatted about where we were from and our families and such. I was up front about being married and I doubt at that point that either of us expected to end up sleeping together. We weren't really flirting, just being friendly. I was a little surprised that Anissa smoked pot but apparently looks were deceiving. In fact she turned out to be a real pothead like myself.

They had only one parking spot for the apartment and Nicole had taken that of course, leaving me to find a spot on the street. Being a weekend night made it difficult to find a spot and we were two blocks away. With our delays and the fact that they left first, Nicole and Brady arrived at least 10 minutes before us. They had in fact, already disappeared into Nicole's room by the time we'd arrived. 

Anissa didn't seem to surprised however. She told me matter of factly that Nicole was a bit of a slut and had only met Brady a couple of nights earlier. She wasn't angry about it, just honest. If anything, I suspected that Anissa might be envious. 

I was thinking that since Nicole had the pot and had gone off to get laid, that I would be leaving. Anissa however told me not to worry, she too had some killer green and if I still wanted to smoke that she had a cool bong in her room. Still with no untoward intentions, I took her up on the generous offer. 

She indeed had a very cool bong and some killer bud. Sitting together on her bed we both got serious red eye and soon we were giggling like teenagers. We smoked several bowls and then, after about twenty minutes, we began to hear something that changed the course of the evening. 

At first it was a low moaning sound, Anissa was the first to hear it.

Quieting our laughing with a shush-shush sound, she said, "Do you hear that? Do you know what that is?" 

Thinking I might I asked, "Is that what it sounds like?" 

"Yep, that's the sound of my roommate having sex" was her response. "Like I said, she's a bit of a slut and these walls are paper thin. I've heard her before. She gets pretty loud. You haven't heard nothin' yet."

My interest was piqued. "Really? Have you ever told her?"

"Are you kidding me, if I did she might be quieter" she said grinning from ear to ear. "She's asked me but I just tell her I can't hear a thing."

Being a confirmed voyeur I was now feeling urges to take this conversation in places that I ought not to go. Like I said before, temptation is so difficult to resist, and this was getting very tempting.

She took the next step. "Put your ear to the wall and you can hear everything!"

I quickly followed her lead and pressed my ear to the wall. It was hard to hear anything but the beating of my rapidly pounding heart, yet I distinctively heard Nicole saying "come on baby, don't stop. Please don't stop. Lick it, yeah! Oh fuck that feels good! Mmmm, yeah! Come on baby, make me cum please!" 

That was followed by more of that kind of talk along with more moaning and groaning. She was clearly enjoying what Brady was doing with his tongue. So was I and evidently so did Anissa. 

Anissa was wearing a pair of 501's and red cotton t-shirt. She'd had a black button up sweater on earlier but had removed it when we came in the room. We were facing each other sitting on her bed with our ears pressed against the wall. I couldn't believe that this shy young woman was getting into this. 

She had a big grin on her face and her nipples were rock hard! For that matter, so was I. 

I was wearing a pair of light brown Khakis and they weren't doing much to disguise that fact. I soon noticed Anissa sneaking peaks at my obvious bulge. That sent me racing. Suddenly I was feeling very strong urges and sensing a losing fight to resist them. I wanted to see, suck and pinch those hard nipples badly. I wanted to see if she felt as soft all over as she looked and to find out if she tasted just as delicious. I really wanted to fuck her and I doubted I could say no at this point if she asked me to. 

I wanted so badly to be good but what can I say, I'm a weak man. 

I broke the silence. "So you like listening to her get laid?"

Sheepishly she admitted that really got turned on by the sound of sex. Her face now bright red and she was avoiding eye contact. I sensed that she wanted to sleep with me as much as I did her but she wanted, or maybe even needed, me to make the obvious move. Unless one of us stopped this quickly this was going to go places it shouldn't. 

"I totally love the sound of sex. It's such a turn on!" I said. "I love the way it looks too. I love to watch people have sex but listening like this does it for me just the same."

Her eyes now beaming wide and looking right at me she asked "Have you ever seen two people actually doing it?" 

"Yup! It's totally hot. I watched my ex once with this guy..." I was interrupted by the sound of Nicole now getting drilled hard.

"Fuck me! Goddamn Brady fuck me! Fuck that feels good. Aaghg! Ung! Yes! Yes! Fuck me baby, fuck meee!"

I lost my train of thought at that. Anissa's nipple's caught my attention again at that moment. I couldn't help but stare. I didn't even notice myself licking my lips but she did. 

For the next 10 minutes, we were glued to the wall listening to Anissa's blond bombshell roommate get drilled hard by my friend Brady. The walls were indeed paper-thin and we could hear every word. That allowed my mind to put together decent image of what was going on just a few feet away. 

I suspect we may have missed the sound of Brady getting an opening blowjob, and we first heard her when he was then returning the oral favor. After a stunning orgasms, she climbed on top of him and rode him for a while. 

"Ride my cock baby, yeah, that's it! Ride it! Ride it hard baby!" were the type of things Brady said, confirming that she was on top. 

After a few minutes of passionate hardcore sex, we heard Brady instruct Nicole to roll over. "I'm wanna fuck you doggy! 

"Oh gawd!! Yes! That feels goooood! Fuck me Brady!" we heard Nicole cry out in response to this new position. 

My jaw dropped a few minutes later when to my delight, I heard Nicole beg Brady to cum on her face! 

In addition to being a voyeur, I love to see facials. Call it another fetish or part of the other, either way I love to see a man shoot his load on the face of a girl who really wants him to. I mean I really love that! So when Nicole begged for it I almost blew my own load in my pants. Anissa must've seen my obvious reaction to this and commented on it.

"Does that turn you on too?" she asked. "Do you like when a guy cums on a girls face?"

"Oh yeah!" I replied.

Her shyness now slipping away, she asked another question. "What else turns you on?" 

I thought about that for a moment. I knew I would not be able to stop this now. 

"I love to see what kind of panties a girl is wearing," I told her.

"Really? Why?" she asked.

"Well I don't know really. I just love the way women look in panties and I'm always wondering what kind of panties a girl is wearing." It was the truth. I didn't really care why either, I just loved seeing women in panties. I wanted badly to know what Anissa had on under her jeans. Actually I wanted to see what she had on. "In fact I'd love to know what you're wearing."

"Pink satin bikini" she declared. "From Victoria's Secret!"

My eyes were bugging out and I replied, "Really?" Now it was my turn to ask the questions.

"Yup" she said. 

It was then that temptation got the best of me for good. "Oh my God, can I see them? Pink is my favorite!"

"You really want to?" she asked. 

"Oh yes please!" was my only possible response. "I'd love to see them!"

She looked down, away from me and slowly began to unbutton her jeans. I could see she was breathing hard and she was biting her lower lip. Her nipples were still rock hard but now the only other thing that could've stolen my attention, did just that. My body was trembling as my eyes were glued to her slow, seductive unbuttoning. Slowly a nice little pink pair of very soft looking satin panties became visible. They were trimmed with just the right amount of lace and had a cute little pink bow. She didn't pull her pants down but she did unbutton them all the way and pulled them open allowing me a good look at her sexy pair of undies. My breathing was getting labored. 

She leaned back against her pillow, never attempting to rebutton her jeans nor did she do anything to cover my view of her panties. 

"Do you ever play with yourself when you listen to her get fucked?" I asked her boldly. 

Stubbornly fighting her shyness, looking away she answered me. "Yeah... I do. It gets me really wet listening to her like that. Sometimes, I'll be in the living room when she comes home with some guy and goes into her room. I then come in her and get this out." 

She reached over to her end table and opened a drawer. She reached in and pulled out a slender pink, 9" vibrator. The shyness was now pushed aside in favor of desire.

My mouth was as dry as a dessert at this point and I swallowed hard and stammered out another question. "Um, uh do you, I mean, what do you do with it? That is... I mean...would you, um, care to show me?" 

What I was doing at this point was well beyond any line that could ever be drawn, but I could no longer stop myself. 

Looking me in the eye now she very quietly said "Ok." 

She turned the knob on the end and the phallic object began to hum. Looking down at herself she pressed the tip of her toy against her pink panties where I imagined her clit must be. 

"Of course I'm usually naked," she boldly announced. 

My voice noticeably quivering I answered, "Well, um...I mean, well maybe, um...that's what you should do." 

"Really?" she asked me, still not positive I really wanted to go through with it. Only her uncertainty wasn't because I was married. I was sure she was afraid I thought she was fat and not attractive. 

"Fuck yeah, you're hot!" I said hoping to reassure and boost her confidence. "I'd really love to see you naked. And to watch you play with yourself would be so hot. I mean you are so sexy!" And she was too. 

"Well ok. Will you help me take my pants off?" she said as she now, with a sense of urgency, started pulling off her pants. 

She didn't need much help 

Her panties looked sexy and I asked her to leave them on. 

She smiled and instead began to remove her shirt and white lace bra. 

I gasped audibly when her breasts sprang out from under the sexy garment. 

"Oh wow! You have really nice breasts Anissa. Damn they are pretty!" Her breasts were perfect in my mind. Not small but not too big and a small pink areola topped with a big, rock hard nipple. They looked so soft and they rested perfectly in place with no signs of sag. 

She took off her socks and now, wearing only her pink panties, lay back against the pillow again. With her left hand she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pressed her buzzing vibrator past the glistening lips of her beautiful pussy. She was not shaved but was neatly trimmed.

She worked the toy in and out of herself for a minute or two moaning softly as she did. 

"Tell me what else you like?" I asked her. "What turns you on? What's your fantasy?"

Her reply surprised me.

"Honestly, well, I've never given or gotten oral sex before and I really, really want to. I can't believe I'm saying this but it's true. I've only ever had one boyfriend and he wouldn't do it to me and never asked me to do him. Does that seem weird to you?"

"That's the weirdest guy I've ever heard of." I replied. She laughed at that. "So you're telling me you've never been eaten out?" I asked incredulously. 

"Nope. I mean I fantasize about it all the time though. Usually when I'm doing this listening to her getting fucked!" It seemed she had lost her last inhibition now. She was rubbing her clit furiously with the buzzing tip. I suddenly realized my jaw had dropped open. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy. She was getting really worked up and loud. "Then I pull it out of me and start fantasizing I'm sucking a cock!" To my delight she demonstrated this. She slid the vibrator into her mouth and sucked off her juices. 

That was all I could take and I quickly stood to remove my pants and underwear. 

This had distracted her and she held the vibrator motionless, pressed against her throbbing clit. She watched intently as I undressed and her eyes widened as I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it

"I've never seen a guy touch himself but I've always wanted to" she said. "That looks really good."

"I'm glad you like it. I like being watched like this too. I bet you're enjoying me watching you too, right?"

"Yeah I am," she said. "But I'd love it more if you'd eat my pussy instead."

It was an offer I long ago realized I'd be unable to turn down. 

Without a word I repositioned myself between Anissa's wonderfully thick thighs. I had to taste those delicious thighs first, and I kissed and licked up and down each one until I was just inches from her sweet pussy. She pulled the fabric aside to allow me access while leaving the sexy garment on. I inhaled deeply the sweet musky aroma of her hot, wet sex. Then I slowly, teasing started to kiss and lick her vaginal lips and hard little button. It was so wrong but so thrilling at the same time. Not only with the taboo of cheating but to be the first man to ever lick this woman's pussy was exhilarating. 

I was so horny by now that I could only tease her this way for so long until I finally had to 'attack' her pussy with a passion. She was quickly writhing and squirming as my tongue circled and danced on her clit. She was enjoying every minute of it. And it didn't take long before she burst in my face. Too quickly for me actually and I didn't stop licking her until she'd cum again. It looked so good to see her face clench up as her orgasm shot through her entire body. I love seeing a woman cum.

Breathing hard with a focused look on her face she now said, "I want to suck your cock." How could I say no.

We exchanged places and she quickly went to work on my dick. Her inexperience showed but she tried hard and it felt great inside her mouth. It looked even better. And again, to know that mine was the first cock to ever slide past her lips into her hot, wet mouth turned me on that much more. I really wanted to cum on her face and in her mouth. I couldn't help but think as I watched my cock fuck her mouth that she'd look very sexy with cum all over her face. 




Taboo: A Night with Anissa



But first I needed to feel my cock inside her warm, wet pussy. "I need to fuck you Anissa. I need to fuck you bad."

"Oh fuck yeah, please fuck me. Please, I need it so bad. You don't know how bad I need it. It's been three years since I got laid. And he wasn't very good. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a dirty slut! Fuck me like Brady fucked Nicole!" was her response. 

She began to remove her panties but I asked her to stop. She looked so sexy lying there in nothing but her pink Secrets. I wanted to fuck her with them on. 

I moved in between her legs and spread her delicious thighs wide. She pulled her panties to the side and took my cock in her other hand. She guided it to her moist vaginal lips. 

I paused for just a moment, my mind briefly thinking about what it would do to my wife if she found out. My cock quickly pushed that thought out of my brain and before you know it, I was buried deep inside another woman for the first time in years. It felt so good and so exciting. It was so wrong but felt so good! I began to work myself in and out of her tight snatch. 

Slowly at first I slid my throbbing member in and out of her. Not only had it been a long time for her, but I was also only the second man to ever fuck her. She was obviously very horny and enjoying this quite a bit. The sounds of sex began to fill the room. 

"Oh yeah, baby, that feels so good. Give it to me, please!" Her voice sounded hungry, almost desperate. Her need to get fucked was driving me wild. "I've needed this so bad. You don't know what it's like listening to her get fucked all the time, wishing it was me." She wrapped her legs around me and I began to fuck her harder and faster. Her body looked fantastic jiggling under me. "Yes! Yes!! Yessss! Fuck me!!!" she was screaming now. I had no doubt that Nicole knew what her roommate was now up to. 

I worked my cock in and out of her like that for what seemed like an eternity. In reality it was only about 15 minutes but what a 15 minutes it was. 

"Fuck me doggy now!" she said. 

"Roll over" was my response. I love to fuck a woman from behind. 

"Just one thing," she said, "I want you to cum on my face like Brady did to Nicole, ok?"

Of course by now she knew that I'd love to do that. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum all over that beautiful face of yours. I bet you'll love it too."

"I know I will. I've fantasized about that for years" she confessed. "When I was in High School I saw a porno where a guy did that. I've wanted that ever since. I want to feel dirty!"

Without another word, I pushed my cock back inside her warmth. I was pounding her like there was no tomorrow. It felt so good. And as long as she wanted to feel dirty, I had another trick up my sleeve. 

I sucked on my middle finger and got it all wet. Then without missing a beat, I slid it up her ass. Her response was very favorable. She simple screamed louder. With my right middle finger in her ass, I began to spank her with my left hand. This drove her over the edge and she began to cum over and over in one very long, intense orgasm. 

That brought me to the edge and I proclaimed to her that I was going to cum. Now with a fervor that belied her exterior shyness, she quickly repositioned herself in front of me. She looked up at me with a look on her face that pushed me over the edge.

Knowing she wanted my cum on her face made it feel so good. At the last moment before I burst, she opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue. That is exactly where the first shot landed. An audible gasp escaped her lips.

That was followed in rapid secession but three more large bursts of hot, sticky jism that landed on her nose, chin and cheeks. She moaned loudly in response.

"Oh god yes that feels so good!" she said when I'd finally exhausted my supply. She was a gorgeous, sticky wet mess. "Get me my mirror, I want to see what a slut I look like!"

I got up and got her hand mirror off her dresser and held it up so she could see how messy she was.

"Do you like it?" she asked me.

"God damn you look so sexy like that!" was all I could say. 

Then she used her fingers and began to scoop it all into her hungry mouth. I was going nuts!

"Umm. That tastes so much better than I'd imagined. Thank you so much for doing that!" she said. 

"Believe me, I enjoyed it at least as much as you!" was my reply.

"You were INCREDIBLE!" she said. "I can't believe how good that felt. You are so much better that my ex. I needed that so bad!"

"So did I" I said. "Do you think I could eat your pussy some more now?" I asked. In for a penny, in for a pound so they say.

Smiling wickedly, she replied, "Only if you promise to cum on my face again!" 

And so ends the story of how one man could break his vow. No matter how much a man loves his wife, or the other way around, temptation can sometimes prove too much to handle. Anissa and I had a wonderful, wild night of sex that I will never forget, and with any luck, my wife will never find out about. I've not seen Anissa again since that night. I don't know what I'd do if I do. But I bet it would be fun!



Taboo Ailey



Chapter One: Ailey. 

Mmm. The wine went down smoothly, slowly warming every inch of her body. Ailey sighed noticing the bottle was almost empty. Is this what her life had come to, Getting lost in another cheap bottle of wine? She buried her face into her hands, her tears began dripping onto the photo below her.

It was her favorite picture. Will's arms hanging around her two adopted sons Nick and Scott. It was taken two years ago, and a lot had changed since then. She took another drink from the bottle, the tears streaming down her face faster than before.

Tears, turned into sobs as Ailey's mind flashed back to that night. Will was coming home from work, his meeting had run late once again. He was in a rush to get to Nick's last game of the season, and didn't even notice when he had ran a red light. The truck killed him instantly, leaving Ailey a widow and the boys fatherless.

Ailey guzzled what was left of the wine and wiped away her tears. The boys would be home, and they didn't need to see her like this. They knew she was depressed, but not this bad. She smiled softly at the thought of her boys, her sweet boys. Although they weren't boys anymore, legally they were both men.

The lights from Nick's car lit up the dining room, as Ailey got rid of the evidence of her drinking spree. The door opened as the boys entered the house. She couldn't help but soak up the site of them, they were really turning into handsome men. Sexy even.

"Mom, We got pizza." Scott interrupted her thoughts. She rose quickly and entered the kitchen. "Mom, where you crying." They both starred at her. Ailey averted her attention to the pizza, avoiding the question completely.

"How was the game?" She asked, Nick jumped at the chance to talk sports and quickly began filling her in on the day's events. Ailey sat admiring her sons. Nick had just turned 19, and Scott was 18. Both had been adopted after Ailey found out she couldn't have children of her own.

Will and her went on vacation to India and fell in love with the set of brothers at the orphanage. Ailey had first noticed Nick. He was sitting in the back of the cafeteria watching the room around him. His eyes locked on hers and he grinned. That grin, gets her every time. His brother was sitting beside him reading, Nick tapped his brother and pointed his attention towards her. A soft smile crossed Ailey's face. From that moment on, they were hers.

"Well, we got school in the morning, gonna head to bed." Scott kissed her cheek softly and whispered goodnight. Nick stood and walked over to her, his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. When did he become so attractive? Her heart started to quicken. She knew her thoughts were dirty, and so wrong, but she couldn't help it. She hadn't been fucked in months, and she could feel the desperation building inside of her. His soft brown skin contrasted against her pale color, as his hand cupped her chin. His dark eyes casted over her, making her squirm in her seat. God, why did he have to have such amazing eyes. The kind of eyes that drew you in, and left you wanting more. She could feel her lust for him growing stronger, making her feel even more filthy.

"Mom, you need to stop being so sad. It's okay to move on. Dad wouldn't want you to be like this. He would want you to find someone to make you feel whole again." His lips softly kissed her forehead before he vanished into the hallway.

Ailey started to clean up the left overs of dinner. He was right. Will wouldn't have wanted her to be like this, depressed like this. How could she move on though, and to what?

She couldn't stop thinking about Nick. The way his clothes had been clingy to his sweaty body. Her pussy began to ache, needing to be touched and explored. It had been so long since a man enjoyed her body, she had almost forgotten what it felt like.

But that one touch from Nick started to awaken those animalistic desires in her. The ones that had laid dormant for so long. 

***

Chapter Two: Nick

Why did she have to be so hot when she cried? Nick's dick rubbed against his jeans, hardening at the thought of tears running down her pretty face. He quickly got upstairs, and closed his bedroom door behind him.

It had been a few weeks since Nick finally came to grips with his messed up fantasy. He had tried so hard to deny it, but somehow some way, the perverted thoughts crept back into his mind. He knew the way he felt about his mom wasn't normal, but that didn't stop it from being true.

As he sat down at his computer, it buzzed to life displaying the collage of busty bimbos he was working on for his blog. He softly rubbed his cock that was straining to be freed. Opening his favorite porn site, Nick was desperate for some kind of release. Soft whimpers began playing from the speakers as he watched the girl being smacked around.

His thoughts flashed to her. Her intense hazel eyes, her sweet innocent face, it was almost too much for him to handle.

Nick knew his twisted fantasy of using and abusing her was wrong on so many levels, but yet every time he imagined it, he came harder than ever. He had corrupted himself, and so badly wanted to corrupt her as well.

A groan escapes his lips as he unbuttoned his pants. The girl moans become louder, making Nick's cock throb even harder. He wondered if she was a moaner. He had been wondering a lot of things about her lately, about the side of her that he has never got to see.

He stroked faster, imagining his hands all over her body. His name coming out of her mouth. His cock pumping her full of his cum. It sent him over the edge, just like it always does.

"Hey Nick, I for-" Ailey gasped as she stood in his door way.

"Jesus mom, can't you fucking knock?!" His words came out harsh, harsher than he had meant. Nick quickly shoved his dick back into his pants and turned off his computer.

"I- i'm sorry." Her eyes quickly darted at the ground. "I just want to talk to you about something." Her words were soft, quiet. She looked at him through her lashes as she sat on the bed across from him. Tears started to stain her already reddened face, forcing Nick to fight back the urge to kiss her. "I know you're 19 now and you're probably ready to start your own life, but I want you to know that you can stay here for as long as you want." She got up and disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

Nick sprawled across his bed, cursed himself once again for being too much of a pussy. The sexual tension was there, and he knew it. He had known it since the moment when her body melted from his touch.

There was no point in denying the obvious anymore. Now it was time to act on it. 

***

Chapter Three: Ailey.

The image of his manhood wouldn't leave her mind. Her pussy was soaked at the idea of catching him jerking off. She had to leave before she fucked him. No matter how hard she denied it, Ailey wanted Nick. Right here, and right now. It was so wrong, but yet her pussy was aching for his touch. She took a deep breath, got up and walked the few short steps to her bedroom. The door quietly closed behind her. Her mattress bent around her as she laid down. Why was she having these dirty thoughts! 

She groaned imaging Nicks cock deep inside her pussy .Those eyes, that grin. Her hand fumbled with the night stand as she searched for her vibrator. She needed to cum, her desires were too much for her to handle. The vibrator clicked to life with the flick of her thumb. Ailey slowly rubbed her clit through her undies, gently touching the vibrator to her pussy. Her eyes closed and Nick came to mind. A loud moan came from her mouth as she pushed the toy around her sensitive wetness. Her eyes flashed open as she started to peal her underwear off. 

There he was. 

Staring down at her, slowly rubbing his cock. Before she could make a sound his hand covered her mouth. Her eyes widened as they met his, he stared at her. "I'm going to move my hand, do no yell. Got it?" The corners of his mouth twitched as he licked his lips. His hand smelt like man and lube. She took a deep breath after he let her face go. 

She looked at him, speechless. What was he doing in here? He laid down beside her pinning her one hand above her head. Her breathing started to quicken, her juices started to soak into the sheet below her. She gasped has she realized Nicks fingers had found her wetness. His cock pulsed beside her as his face burrowed into her neck.

"Fucking god. You're so fucking wet." His words sent chills down her spine making her moan softly. He slowly licked from behind her ear, down her neck, to her collar bone. He bit into her shoving his finger into her soaking wet pussy. Ailey threw her head back, and opened her legs apart. Nick softly breathed into her ear as his finger slowly rubbed her G-spot.

"I have wanted this for so long," His whispers tickled her ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." His body covered hers as he moved on top of her, his finger keeping the slow stroking motion. Ailey moaned into his chest, and pushed her hips into him, shoving his finger farther in. "You filthy fuck doll, can't help but want my brown cock."

"Please," Ailey pushed her lips to his ear "Fuck me, until my pussy comes." She could feel his heart beating faster as he pushed his cock onto her twat. She wiggled into him, encouraging him to fuck her. She could feel her orgasm building up, she grabbed a hand full of his ass cheek, shoving hard onto his finger, but then it was gone. 

Her eyes flashed into his, his grin crossing from ear to ear. She bit her lip hard, choking back her ragged breath.

"You're not going to cum, until my dick is balls deep in this" He shoved the tip of his fully erect cock into her. She gasped, realizing how big he actually was. 

"You want this huge thick brown cock in that sweet wet pussy don't you? You know it's wrong that you want me this bad. But yet you're begging for it. For me." Ailey tried pushing him farther into to her, but he pulled back and slapped her pussy. She came, juices ruining down to her ass.

"What did I say!" Nicks voice growled into her breast as he took her nipple into his mouth. She grabbed at his cock, wanting it. Needing it. 

"Fuck me Nick!" She panted into his ear. She could feel another orgasm building inside her already quivering parts. Before she could make another move her hands were pinned above her head, Nick used his tongue to slowly push into her mouth. She met his lips hungrily, taking all of him in. 

With one quick motion, his cock was inside her, filling her. Ghostbumps covered her pale naked body as he started to slowly thrust inside her. His strong brown hands slowly let go of hers, and slid down her body. She couldn't handle the slow pace anymore. Ailey needed fucked, fucked hard.

"Faster. please, faster" her requested responded with a low moan from Nick. He grabbed her hips and started to ram her faster. His balls made loud smacking noises against her moist ass. She could feel her body ready itself for another orgasm, the sheets were wet with sweat as she intertwined her finger in them.

His moans got louder, his thrust went deeper. Ailey exploded, shooting squirt all over them. 

"Oh, you're a squirter." He bit all over her neck, making her squirt even more. She pulled him close, inhaling the smell of their love making. 

She could tell he was getting closer to his climax, his eyes washed over her. Taking her in. Then his cock was gone, sending a cold breeze onto her wetness. Then she felt him all at once, and it was to late to object.

His massive cock stretched her tight ass. She tried to move, tried to fight him off but he shoved her down into the bed. His head cocked back in ecstasy as he shot his thick load into her. She could feel his dick pulsing, as he filled her with his cum. He grinned, her favorite grin and kissed her.

"I love you mom, but I must say, I love fucking you even more." His eyes burned with passion, making her shudder at the thought of this happening again.

"I love you Nick." She whispered back to him. Nick got up and left the room. Leaving Ailey alone, but for the first time in two years, she didn't feel alone. As Nick's cum started to leak out of her she smiled, finally feeling full.



Taboo And Number Two



I have my erection wrapped around my moms panties ready to cum and my mom opens the front door downstairs. I quickly put her white cotton panties back into her underwear drawer and zip up my pants. 

"James, I am home," my mom yells. I run downstairs to great her. 

"Hi mom how was work," I ask.

"Work was work. How was your day," she says looking down at my crotch quizzically. I look down at the wet spot on my jeans. 

"You know just another boring day," I turn and dash up the stairs to my bedroom hoping she didn't really see what I know she saw. I shut my bedroom door and lie down on my bed and begin to finish what I started. I pull my cock out and tug away imagining my mom wearing her cotton panties. My load comes out and my bedroom door opens and my mom steps in and my cum shoots all over my shirt. 

"I am so sorry," my mom says slamming the door shut. I take off my shirt and button my pants and dash out the door.

"Mom...," I grab her shoulder turning her toward me. "It isn't..."

"James it is ok," she says once again looking down at my crotch. She stares at my exposed half hard dick hanging out of my open fly.

"O my god," I push myself back into my pants and zip up my zipper. My mom just looked at me in my eyes intensely breathing heavily. 

"It's ok, it's ok," she mutters out off breath. She turns around and goes into her bedroom and shuts the door. I go back to my room and hope to disappear. About a half an hour later I get up to talk to my mom. I walk into her room and she is lying on her bed with her pants at her ankles fingering her pussy. I quickly slam her door shut.

"O my god. Mom," I sprint to my room. 

"James, I..."

"Mom, I am so sorry," I say cutting her off.

"James," she sits down next to me patting my upper leg. I just sit there as she pats my upper leg and caressing it. She starts breathing heavy again and her nipples harden under her blouse. 

"Mom," I look into her eyes. My penis hardens and bulges the crotch of my jeans. My mom breaks our stare and looks down at my pants getting tighter. I move my hips down positioning my bulge closer to my mom's hand. She slowly touches and pats my bulge. 

"O James," she moans. She slowly grabs around my mass. 

"O mom," I quiver as she moves her hand up and down. First very slow then more quickly. "Mom, I am going to cum," I move my hips in rhythm with her hand. 

"Wait, honey," she stops stroking and unzips my zipper pulling my cock out and with out hesitation she puts my dick into her warm soft mouth. It feels so good.

"I am going to cum," she stops and stands up and pulls her pants and underwear off and sat on my dick facing away from me. Her pussy slipped right around me. I just sat there as she moved her ass up and down squishing her pussy on and off me. 

"Fuck me James," I thrust my hips slapping against her ass. She squirts all over. She actually sprayed me and my bed for like ten seconds. The smell of her pussy juice and warm urine filled the room bringing me to near explosion. 

"Mom I am going to cum in you," She pulled off and grabbed my dick directing the tip to her asshole. Her ass opened and shut opened and shut. The tip of my dick resisted going in. 

"Stick it in my butt," Her ass winked at me. She sat down hard and it slipped inside her tight messy ass. She moved up and down my now messy cock. 

"Mom it's getting shitty"

"O honey please ignore it and cum in me."

"No, I like it, open it up."

"But then it will come out."

"Mom, shit," I wanted to feel her warm brown mess squirt around my cock. "Mom shit please," her hole loosened letting out a small fart. I could feel and see her poo ooze out around me.

"Honey, honey...it's coming out. I...I'm pooping," her ass opened letting out all her bowels and squirting pee all over. 

"Mom...," cum squirts out into her nasty ass. I push against her hard squishing her poop up my front and her back. 



Taboo Ch. 01



Chapter 01

(Bianca and Carla's Story) 

Bianca and Carla had always gone on nights out together, not only were they sisters they were best friends. Carla was the more academic of the two. She was at college whilst Bianca worked at the local bar/restaurant. However they both believed in working hard and playing even harder and they made sure they did that as often as was feasibly possible. Bianca was as dark as Carla was fair; however, both of them had a gorgeous thick mane of hair which reached down to their neat waists, framing their petite, pert bodies. Their bodies that had yet to be blemished by age and the passing of time. 

It was early Saturday evening and they were both getting ready to go out. They had already polished off a bottle of wine between them and were now downing vodka and cokes, their music blasting around the room getting them in the party mood. Bianca held up a black bra and knickers set in one hand and a red and spotted one in the other.

"Which one?"

Carla cocked her head to one side. "I like the black one, I always think black is sexy"

Bianca shrugged her bath robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor; Carla looked away quickly with embarrassment.

"God I wish you wouldn't do that, it's embarrassing seeing you stood there totally naked. "

"Oh don't be such a prude." Bianca protested. "I don't have anything different than you."

Carla self consciously pulled the belt on her bathrobe tightening it to herself before picking up her curling tongs and starting the laborious task of curling her hair. Bianca looked at herself in her compact mirror pouting her scarlet red lips. She had always been the more dominant of the two sisters hence the reason that her hair had been curled an hour previously as she had insisted on using the curling tongs they both shared first. 

Not only was Bianca the most dominant she was also the most sexually promiscuous of the two.

"When are you going to finally have sex?" She asked Carla as she snapped her compact mirror shut. She looked at Carla, a look so intense it caused Carla's chest to flush at the forthrightness of her sister.

Throughout their childhood, it had been Bianca who always won at board games and if she didn't win it caused her to tantrum so fiercely that Carla always resolved to just let her sister win because it really wasn't worth the hassle of her experiencing any small victory. Their father always took Bianca's side in things. He said he liked her free spirit he also didn't seem to mind when Bianca had taken to walking around the house naked in her teenage years as she went through her 'being at the one with nature' phase. In comparison, their mother always took Carla's side because she was of the view that not everyone wanted to be a little slut. 

Carla kept her own sexual stirrings under wraps, particularly the fact that she had discovered masturbation which she was now doing on a regular basis, quietly in the privacy of her room. Bianca however liked to make noise when she masturbated and didn't even bother to lock her door. She had laughed when she had told Carla that their father had caught her once. The very thought had made Carla blush so violently she felt like her cheeks were going to melt. 

It was also Bianca who had a penchant for sitting on Uncles knees at Christmas parties, allowing them to jig her up and down not minding one bit if their hands accidentally on purpose skimmed across her bottom or if their tickles meant that they could casually grab her breasts. 

Bianca had confided in Carla one Christmas that their Uncle Mike had kissed her on the landing at the family get together. Their Uncle Mike was their mother's younger brother who at twenty nine was fit as fuck and had his fair stream of female hangers on. Apparently after he kissed Bianca he had put his hands up her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side as his fingers probed her opening and pushed inside her. Bianca, a virgin at the time, had attributed this incident to the fact that all she could think about after that was getting fucked and it had been all she had thought of ever since. 

Although her sister's behaviour had always appalled Carla, secretly she got off on her sisters provocative behaviour even if she didn't want to admit it to her herself.

"I just haven't met anyone that I want to have sex yet." Carla said in answer to Bianca's question.

Bianca snorted. "Of course you have. There have been loads of guys interested in you, its just you who has chosen not to take them on. Are you scared about the whole thing or what? If that's the case let me tell you there is nothing to be frightened of at all, ok it hurts the first time." Bianca admitted as she fastened her bra, arranging her breasts into the cup to ensure her cleavage was full and inviting. "But that only lasts for the first five minutes as they push themselves inside you. It's obviously going to hurt a bit it's like shoving a huge sausage into a keyhole but the human body is amazing because it adjusts and after the initial pain it is fucking awesome."

Carla felt her cheeks go warm, the familiar sign that she was blushing and this was mainly because Bianca had hit the proverbial nail on the head. Carla was scared about having sex but she had also consoled herself with the fact that if there was a divine sexual quota, Bianca was definitely making up for both of them. 

Lately though Carla had found herself fantasizing over Bianca's new boyfriend Dillon. Dillon in Carla's eyes was absolutely gorgeous with his deep set green eyes, olive skin and a physique that was simply amazing. Every sinew achieved by vigorous work outs at the gym no doubt, not that Carla had ever seen his physique in the bare flesh but through his tight ribbed t shirts she could see his muscular pecs. 

Dillon's arms were all muscles too with a huge sleeve of tattoos on each, another feature about him that Carla loved, just seeing men with loads of tattoos made her pussy wet. Their mother very clearly didn't approve of him, although she hadn't bothered with any protestations because she knew that would just push Bianca even more into Dillon's arms or more appropriately make her want his cock more. So whenever Dillon came round their mother was dutifully pleasant to his face when both of the girls knew damn well she was seething inside, like now, Carla could hear the burn in her mothers voice as she shouted up the stairs.

"Biancaaa, Dillon is here." Their mother always sounded like she was talking through gritted teeth whenever Dillon arrived.

Quickly and thankfully for Carla, Bianca finally pulled her knickers on concealing her shaven pussy within the black lacy triangle. Much to Carla's relief she could now move her eyes from her steadied gaze into the dressing table mirror. Bianca grinned at her and flicked her hair over her shoulders.

"I won't be a minute." She left the bedroom wearing only her knickers and bra and Carla could hear her shouting from the top of the stairs.

"Send him up Mum."

Carla knew that if her mother was still stood at the bottom of the stairs she would be appalled at the fact that Bianca was stood there donned only in her underwear but that was Bianca all over, forget having the X Factor, Bianca was all about the shock factor. It was the same shock factor that was causing Carla's stomach now to somersault with nerves. If she'd known Dillon was going to turn up she would have got ready in the privacy and safety of her own room. 

Reaching across the dressing table Carla grabbed her glass of vodka and coke and downed it in one to steady her nerves. She slammed the glass down just as the bedroom door opened, Bianca stood in the doorway, her head motioned for Dillon to step inside, which he did Carla noticed, with an element of relish. He smiled in Carla's direction and she nervously smiled back and turned her attentions back to finishing her hair.

"I told you I was going out." Bianca admonished Dillon before shutting the bedroom door; Carla heard her slide the lock on the bedroom door.

"I thought I would call and see you before you went out if that's ok with you?" Dillon drawled.

Carla stayed looking straight ahead, she finished curling her hair and put down the tongs on the dressing table before bending now and unplugging them. She started to busily to look through her make up bag trying to concentrate on what shade of eye shadow she was going to plump for rather than think about the awkward fact that she was now locked in her sisters bedroom, trapped with an half naked Bianca and her gorgeous boyfriend.

"Well you have seen me, what do you think?" Bianca asked turning down the music.

"I think in that get up you need a hard fucking to be honest." Dillon's voice was thick and heavy with desire. Bianca's outfit was clearly having the desired effect. 

Bianca giggled "I think that's an excellent idea."

Despite herself Carla couldn't help but look across the bedroom at her sister. She watched as Bianca led Dillon across the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed right at the side of Carla and straddled his thick, denim clad thighs. 

Carla averted her eyes again and took out a palette of eye shadow from her make up bag. The sound of Bianca's and Dillon's wet kisses soon permeated the tense atmosphere of the room and nervously Carla reached across for the bottle of vodka and poured herself an hefty measure before topping up the rest of the glass with coke. She already felt a bit squiffy but the current situation called for her to try and deaden the anxiety she felt inside. Carla also realised that if she wanted to bolt the proverbial stable she would literally have to jump the hurdle of Dillon and her sister, her sister who was now grinding her pussy against Dillon's crotch causing him to groan with deep masculine unadulterated pleasure.

Carla thought that the best thing she could do was speak up before things escalated further. She abandoned applying her eye shadow and instead popped it back in her make up. She took another swig of the doubly strong drink she had poured to give herself Dutch courage before nervously she clearing her throat.

"Erm, I think I'll leave you two alone and get ready in my own room." Carla stood up and the slight wobble in her legs told her that she had maybe she had drank a little more than she should have, her head was also a tad more hazy than it should have been and it took her a few seconds to straighten her eyes that suddenly felt like they were spinning in her head. With extreme effort she tried to manouvere herself through the tight space that was left between the dressing table and the edge of the bed. With one sharp swift movement Carla felt Bianca's hand gently push her in the shoulder. A movement that without the stimulus of alcohol would have had no effect on Carla whatsoever, however, it now had the effect of a boxer being knocked out in a boxing ring. Instantly Carl fell back on the bed.

"You don't have to leave." Bianca insisted. "We want her to stay don't we Dillon?"

Bianca's words seemed to pull Dillon out of his horny induced coma as he followed Bianca's gaze back at her sister like he had only just become aware of Carla's presence. He looked back at Bianca his eyes glazed over he was completely under her spell. Internally Carla pleaded that the least he could do was the right thing which would be to insist that he and Bianca had some time alone, surely he must have thought this scenario was weird. Instead Carla watched his broad shoulders shrug.

"She can stay for me."

Carla watched as a self satisfied smirk played across Bianca's lips as she pushed her body against Dillon's forcing him to lie on the bed.

"I knew you would be game baby." She said as she slowly unzipped his jeans.

Ten minutes later Carla was transfixed as she watched Bianca's lips move up and down Dillon's cock. It was the first time that Carla had seen a cock in the flesh and she just couldn't get her head around how her sister could sincerely take something so rigid and long in her mouth with such vigour. 

Carla was also struggling to understand how her sisters mouth could create such a film of slime and foam .Foam that was now coating Dillon's balls. Carla watched as Bianca sucked and simultaneously rubbed the bubbles, massaging Dillon with expertise. 

Despite herself, and even though she knew deep down it was wrong, Carla just couldn't help watching and she could feel a stirring inside. Her pussy that had never invaded by anything but her own finger was emitting feelings Carla had never experienced before. She watched as her sister stopped her porn star quality sucking and moved her black lace knickers to one side before climbing on top of Dillon, pushing his thick cock inside her. 

Carla found herself tilting her head to one side, inching a little closer on the bed to the two of them so she could get a better view. She let her own hand stray down to her pussy as she started to play with herself. Dillon's cock was now absolutely saturated with Bianca's juices and suddenly they both gathered up their fucking pace and Carla rubbed her clitoris with her fingers at the same speed until she felt her climax building at the same time as Bianca's. 

As their climaxes both abated Carla watched as Bianca climbed off Dillon and took his cock in her mouth before running her tongue up and down his length as she lasciviously licked off her own juices. Taking Dillon's cock in her hand, Bianca held it out towards Carla.

"Fancy some?"

To be continued



Taboo Ch. 01



No offense to anyone reading but if u don't like it u don't like it I don't really care its incest fantasy not a published book keep your opinions to yourself and just get a decent nut out of it perverts I know I did.

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My name is Xander Storm I'm eighteen and a senior at Odin High School in Charter Bay, Louisiana. Charter Bay is a medium sized fishing and college town in east Louisiana. But above all else it's a football town the Odin High Sharks are the reigning state champions three years running now and I'm proud to say I have been apart of that. 

I play linebacker on our shut down defense and in have made all state every year since I was a freshmen. I'm built for my position 6'5, 245 pounds and all muscle. I'm African American and I come from a military family. My father died in the Iraq war when I was thirteen leaving me and my mother Sheila Storm on our own.

My father was a officer and had a great life insurance policy so my mother doesn't have to work but she does part time work as a grief counselor for other military widows. She is very beautiful standing at 5'9 with a partly athletic body tone but plump in her chest and hip areas. She turns heads wherever she went but since me father died I have known her to go on maybe two dates in five years. But she never complains she just says she has me and that's all the man she needs. 

We have a great relationship and she is my number one fan in football. You wouldn't knock it by looking at but she is a hardcore fan and when I say hardcore I mean hardcore she will fight anybody who trash talks me or our team and most likely she would win. 

So it's Saturday the first weekend after the start of the school year. Normally I'd be at practice but it's been raining almost nonstop for three days now so the coaches cancelled it. So I'm in my room playing Call of Duty Ghost on my Playstation 4. Mom is down stairs doing house work like always on the weekend. My cell beeps and I look down its text from my girlfriend Jalisa Grey. We have been dating a few months now she is a awesome girl and sexy as hell. Like my mom she is athletic but plump in all the right places but my mom has the bigger chest. But Jalisa isn't far behind with her 34DD. Is it weird that I like girls with the same body type as my mom? Maybe but fuck it she's hot. 

The message is a picture of her posing in a sexy matching bra and thong with the caption "I want your dick so bad daddy." 

I laugh as my ten inch snake starts to rise in my pants and reply "It wants you too you nasty slut."

She loves it when I talk dirty to her she is a completely submissive in bed a total opposite of her normal bitchy bossy self. But then again when it comes to me she is a complete submissive period she what I tell her when I tell her most of the time no questions asked. 

She replies back "Oh daddy that made me so fucking wet I wish the road to my house wasn't flooded so u could come and fuck your slut. Oh daddy can I play with myself please I'm so horny."

I chuckle as I know its a serious question she won't dare touch herself without my say so that pussy is mine. I know its cruel but I enjoy making her squirm. 

I text back "Nope you can't touch my pussy but you can get on all fours like a botch in heat and fuck your ass with that seven itch vibrator of yours until I give you permission to stop."

I'm big on anal I like the sound a girl makes when my huge dick stretches her shit hole and the look on their faces while I'm turning their guts into jelly. Jalisa had the best one I had ever seen when I popped her anal cherry just a few weeks back over summer vacation. We were at a pool party at a friends house and she looked so sexy in her pink two piece I couldn't wait until we left. So I took her in the house to a bedroom and we started making out and I started stripping her and sucking her amazing breast. 

She was purring like a cat as swear started to form over her caramel skin and he toes started to curl then I shocked her. 

"I'm gonna take your ass today get on your knees, pull down my shorts and suck my dick you better get it good and wet that's all the lube your gonna get." I said to her looking down on her like a master would a slave. 

She looked terrified and horny beyond belief all at the same time. Without a word she fell to her knees and did as I instructed. In no time she would down in her knees swallowing as much if my cock as she could. The girl is a expert with her mouth can prolly suck cold butter through a straw. Not wanting to nut yet I pulled her off and put her face down across the edge of the bed ass up in the air. 

"Be gentle baby please I have never done this before." She whimpers as she looks back at me stroking her saliva on my hard cock.

I didn't answer her I just grabbed a hand full of her hair and held her head over to one side so I could see her face. With my other hand and put my cock between her plump ass chicks and against her puckered brown hole. I watched her face and saw the fear in her eyes it just got me hornier if that was even possible. I began to push my dick against her hole it resisted and she shut her eyes tight. I pushed harder and harder and harder until finally it gave in and my dick head popped into her once virgin asshole. 

Her mouth opened to scream but only a high pitched squeak came out.

I paused and said "Hands behind your back."

She did as ordered and I locked her small wrist together with my huge hand behind her back making her virtually helpless and then I began the long slow journey of burying my dick in her ass to the hilt. She started to struggle and beg me to stop as the pain of entry hit but I kept pushing and held her in place. 

Six inches in she was sobbing "Please daddy no more no more please take it out please."

Seven inches in "PLEASE DADDY IT HURTS IM DYING!"

Eight inches she started to shake as the first pain orgasm of her life hit her like a bomb. 

I took that chance and slammed the last two inches home. Her mouth opened in a totally silent scream and her second orgasm in five seconds hit. Her ass squeezed me like a vice and i just stayed perfectly still savoring the moment. 

It last nearly three minutes before she finally relaxed and closed her eyes. I pulled out part way and thrust back into her. Her eyes shoot open as she remembered what was happening not even realizing that I had used her bikini too to firmly tie her hands behind her back. She started to struggle but it was too late nothing she said or did would stop me from fucking her stupid. I didn't even hear what she was saying anymore all I heard was the sucking sound of her asshole as my dick started moving in and out and the slapping your ass cheeks made as my hips hit em with every thrust. 

Soon I was going full steam fucking has ass hard and fast moving like a jack hammer in her shit hole. Her screams of pain turned to moans and whimpers. Grabbed her hair and forced her body up off the bed the combined pain and pleasure of the anal ramming and being held up by her hair alone sent her into another earth shattering orgasm. 

He huge breast jiggled and swung as I continued to fuck her like a common slut. Not for the first time I wondered why I got such pleasure out of totally controlling and power fucking women it gives me a rush knowing that I'm in charge knowing that at that moment she is nothing more than my fuck toy. 

After half and hour of this anal assault I slammed my dick all the way into her again and held it there and filled her battered ass with a flood if hot come roaring my satisfaction. I let her hair go and she fell on the bed limo for a minute I thought I had killed her but she was breathing hard having just had her fifth orgasm. I pulled out and cum and traces of blood ran from her ass. I untied her and she struggled to get up on shaky legs and when she did she turned and looked at me with glassy eyes. I really got afraid that I had gone to far thinking she was about to explode on me. Instead she shocked me by simply falling to her knees and taking my dick back into her mouth sucking all the ass juice and cum off without any hesitation. 

I didn't even realize it but I was sitting in my room jacking off to the memory I don't even remember pulling out my dick and only after I came so hard my feet started to shake was I shocked back to the present. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at my mother standing in my door staring at me mouth agape. We just stayed like that me sitting in my bed hand still on my hard cock and her in the door staring at it. 

Then as if she finally realized what was happening she turned and fled the room. I heard her take the stairs at a near run. 

Shit. Was all I could say as I fixed my pants. I looked down at the phone and there where more pics Jalisa had sent. She was fucking her ass with a seven inch black studded vibrator that resembled a dick. Despite what just happened I smiled and sent a reply saying "Keep going ill call when I'm ready for you to stop." 

Not waiting for a reply I toss it on my bed and went down stairs to face the awkward situation I just found myself in with my mom. She was in the kitchen at the sink with her back to me as I walked in. I found myself standing in the doorway admiring her. 

She was wearing a pink house dress with flowery designs the silky material hugged her curves perfectly. She wore sandals that showed he new pink pedicure and her long blonde hair dyed of course is in a ponytail. The bright colors matched her red bone complexion perfectly she looks truly stunning and I find my cock getting hard all over again. I'm such pervert. 

"Mom ummmm I'm sorry about what you just saw." I said as I walked in slowly. 

She jumped a little apparently spooked by my sudden appearance behind her "It's ok baby you are a healthy young man it's normal for you to do those kind of things I'm sorry I just came in I should've knocked." 

I smiled and asked "So what did you need." 

She still didn't turn and look at me when she answered "I just wanted to know if u wanted to watch movies with me tonight."

"Yea sure mom." I said as I walked to the fridge to get a soda what I saw made my heart skip a beat.

From the angle I had now I saw from the corner of my eye the reason she didn't turn. The front of her house dress was up just above her panties and she had her hand in them furiously rubbing her clit even while we spoke. My mother had saw my cock and it made her hot enough to play with herself in the kitchen. What the hell was happening. I quickly got my drink. 

"Let me know when your ready mom." I said as I walked out. 

"Ok baby." Was her quick reply. 

I moved out at hid behind the wall beside the door and listened. I heard her moaning softly but fast enough for me to know she was really going at it. 

I moved upstairs thinking about what I just saw my cock hard as a rock. 

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When I finally called Jalisa some two hours later she could barely talk she was so worn out from the ass fucking she had given herself. I released her to rest and sent her to bed good thing her folks were out if state visiting family would've been weird I'd they has walked in on her doing that on the couch. I laughed at the thought. 

It's time for the movie and I had to rub one more out before I went down to soften the near constant hard on I had since I stumbled on my mom playing with herself in the kitchen. 

After I quick nut I was ready so I headed down and found her in the living room waiting what she was wearing stopped me in my tracks. She had changed out of her house dress and sandals into sexy black dress with a deep neck line showing a scandalous amount of her amazing breast and stopped just above her knees. On her feet she wore six inch wrap around open toed heels. She was wearing jewelry and make up she look ready to go out to dinner and dancing not watch a movie with her son. 

"Wow mom whose the lucky guy?" I asked staring at her ass as she was bent over looking through DVDs. 

She stands and giggles "Your the only guy in my life baby the only man I need I just felt like dressing up."

"You look amazing mom." I said in all seriousness she was the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on.

"Thank you baby. " she said blushing. "Sit down what kind of movie do you wanna watch." 

I sit down "Anything you want mom." 

"No it's what you want baby your the man of the house." 

That made me pause again I got the sudden feeling things were changing very rapidly I had never thought of my mom in the position of a submissive she was just to strong willed for that. But now I'm not so sure so I decided to test it she hates horror movies.

"Ok Shark Night."

I expected her to protest but instead she pulled the movie from the shelf and put it in with no questions asked.

She comes and sits next to me on the couch and asks "Do you want a snack?"

"Uhhh no thanks mom lets just watch the movie." 

"Ok baby." She says in the sweetest voice I'd ever heard from her. 

Thirty minutes into the movie she had her face buried in my chest but she never complained and she kept watching. I put my arm around her and she embraced me in a hug as she lay on me. This was feeling less like a movie night with my mom and more like a date. My dick didn't know or really care about what it was it started to throb in my pants. Soon I had to adjust myself constantly to get it in a comfortable position in my jeans. 

After about ten minutes of this my mom did something that would forever change our relationship.She release me and without warning started undoing my pants. 

"Mom.." 

She didn't answer just reached in and pulled out my steel hard dick. Then without hesitation she moved her hair out of the way and went down on me taking over half my dick into her mouth I the first go. 

"MOM!!!!" I near shouted as a wave of pleasure hit her mouth was amazing. 

She started bobbing up and down slobbering on my dick like a paid whore. She swirled her tongue over the head of it the entire time it was the best blow job I had ever felt. The fact that it was coming from my own mother was mind blowing and it made it ever better. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I moaned loudly as I threw my head back. 

She kept going taking me deeper into total mind blowing pleasure with every second that passed. Finally after over twenty minutes of the sinful blow job I was on the edge of climax. 

"Ahhhh I'm cumming I'm cumming." I yelled. 

Mom just kept going in fact she sucked harder and faster. I came so hard I saw stars shot after shot of thick white cum went into my moms mouth at that moment she deep throated me taking all of it straight down her throat into her belly. When I was done I felt like I had just run a mile but she wasn't done she sucked and licked the head of my cock making sure she got every drop of cum then and only then did she let my cock slip out of her mouth. 

All I could do was stare at her and all she did was stare back as if waiting for me to say something she made it abundantly clear what she wanted. 

"Get on your knees and bend over the back of the couch." Was all I said my tone not one of asking but of ordering. 

She smiled and hurried to comply bending over the back of the couch with her ass in the air. I stood up and got behind her pushing her dress up over her ass. To my surprise I found she was wearing no panties she was planning this. 

I line my dick up with the hole I had popped out of just eighteen years earlier and prepared for reentry. With one hard fast thrust I was in. My mother was now my lover, my slut, my new fuck toy. 

She moaned loudly as her vice grip tight pussy welcomed me home. It was feeling unlike any other I have my dick buried to the hilt in the woman I love most in the world my own mother. 

"Oh baby it's so big your even bigger then your father was." She moaned in total mind numbing pleasure. "Fuck your mommy please I need it so bad fuck me please baby."

I remained still and grabbed her by her hair and forced her head around so se could see and said "Your no longer my mother your my slut and it's not baby it's daddy from now on do you understand."

Her eyes were full of lust and I knew immediately that I had her measure she liked it rough liked to be dominated she is a total sub.

"Yes daddy please fuck your slut with your big cock."

With that I pulled out and thrust back in hard she moaned and I forced her to keep looking at me. I start getting into my rhythm and soon I'm power fucking her from behind and she is moaning and screaming for more. I oblige letting to of her hair and holding her hips fucking her so deep I'm hitting her back wall. I reach around and tear the front of her dress open and free her massive 26E tits from her bra. It take hold of both tits and lay on over her back still driving my cock into her has fast and hard as I can. I'm in heaven fucking my mother-slut with reckless abandon the world is blur as minutes turn to hours and soon before I even realize it we have been fucking for nearly two hours nonstop. In every position doggy-style, missionary, riding, spooning etc. we went from the couch to the kitchen table and counter tops to the stairs all the way up to her bed. 

Now we are both completely nude except for her heels which are now beside her ears as I pile drive her pussy with her legs on my shoulders. We are both breathing hard as our muscles burn but our bodies just won't stop. She has no more energy to moan she is just taking it with eyes closed clenching the sheets. I'd roar as I cum inside her yet again if she hadn't and her tubes tied after my birth she would surely be pregnant by now. 

I'd pull out and roll off of her letting her legs fall and I lay beside her. I reach over and grab her hair again and she knows she isn't done yet as I guide her mouth back to my cock. She sucks it long and hard and licks it like a Popsicle. I breathe and enjoy tone blow job still not believing who is giving it to me. Where will we go from here?



Taboo Ch. 02



The next few weeks passed by surreally like in a dream; he felt like he was viewing his life as an observer. He watched at first as they bumped into each other frequently around the house in an awkward fashion; averting eye contact and keeping their discussions to a minimum. He then watched as the situation became more comfortable and their contact warmed and then normalized; however they both seemed to sneak sly smiles and peaks at each other as if they shared an unspoken and hidden secret. During these weeks there were no incidents of exhibitionism or voyeurism and life went on; however visions and fantasies of watching her and having her watch him danced playfully in his head continuously and he often relieved himself using these images as fuel.

At the beginning of the fourth week he was in the basement, ironing a shirt for a job interview, when he heard the hatch to the upstairs laundry shoot open and close and watched as a pair of cotton panties slid down the shoot and fall into an old crib that she used as a hamper. He knew that meant that she had just taken these off and was getting into the shower; his stomach and groin exploded with an electric type of vibration as he walked to the hamper and looked at the crumpled fresh panties. He reached for them and brought to them to his face; they were soft and warm. He closed his eyes as he imagined them slipping off of her, exposing her full black bush and ample buttocks. His member grew in his shorts to an extreme point of hardness as he breathed in deep and smiled comfortably at the intoxicating aroma of her scent. How he longed to touch her, smell her and taste her.

Opening his eyes and shaking the cobwebs from his head he fully inspected her panties taking notice of just a little bit of wetness in the crotch; he brought this part to first his nose and then to the tip of his tongue and tasted her lightly at first and then sucking the juices from the fabric as his nose was pressed firmly to where her ass and her beautiful anus was. Soon without a touch to it, his hard cock began throbbing and then gushed out his semen in large pulsating surges. First a pleasant calm fell over him like a warm blanket followed by embarrassment, shame and guilt. 

What kind of animal did this? He wondered to himself as he removed his boxers and threw them in the hamper.

He gathered himself, put on a fresh pair of boxers and finished ironing the shirt so that he could attend his scheduled interview.

After he had left, she was in the basement preparing a load of wash when she reached into the hamper and was shocked when her hand slid into his cold and wet boxers accidentally. She removed her hand and began wiping it on her pants; first disgusted and annoyed but she was also noticing her panties next to his boxers as the mental picture started forming. A pair of his soiled and sticky boxers next to a pair of her panties that looked like someone had tried to suck the fabric out of the crotch.

"This has to stop," she said aloud to herself, ignoring the tingle that she felt in the same spot that she knew he had been fantasizing about when he sniffed and licked her panties while he masturbated. Several hours later as the day slipped slowly into the night he found himself at his study in his room checking his email for any signs from the company he had interviewed with earlier in the day; with no messages he logged onto a site of his pleasure and happily perused various female forms engaged in various sexual acts. Even with the images clearly in front of him he could not fade away the prevalent image of her; near and pleasuring herself.

He did not hear her at first coming down the hall as he leaned back in the chair at his desk with his eyes closed and his fist firmly and slowly stroking his manhood; but he did hear his door open. He quickly stopped stroking but he kept his eyes closed with his cock in his hand; he grasped it firmly and held still as he felt her watching him. Slowly he started stroking it again with his confidence high and knowing that she was there, quiet and watching him he could almost hear and smell her touching herself, which she was. Incredibly to her she realized that her plans had been stopped in their tracks as instead of confronting him she was paralyzed with eroticism as she watched him manipulate the hard cock that she fantasized about. She knew that she wanted it; she wanted it in her hand, in her mouth, in her wet pussy and in her ass. She knew that regardless of how wrong it was that it felt so right; and that he would do anything to her and for her that she commanded. The thought of telling him to lick her, to suck her and to put his tongue anywhere and everywhere and knowing that he would do it was too much to bear.

"Honey, I need your help," she said, surprising them both.

"Of course" he replied as he uncomfortably stuffed his hard -on in his boxers and stood up out of his chair.

"I lost the remote to my TV in my bedroom and can't find it" she lamely said.

"I'll find it for you" He said as he stood with an obvious erection in his underwear.

She led him to her room and then bent down on all fours with her head looking under the bed and her beautiful ass fully protruding into the night in her thin shear pajama shorts. Her beautiful pussy was playfully protruding out of her silky pajama shorts and he could see all of her. She slid a hand behind her as she pushed her ass up and out to lamely cover her womanhood. It did not work and he also bent down on his fours only to get a better and closer look of her womanhood as he pretended to help her search for the remote.

He found the remote on the floor in plain sight and realized that she was teasing him, with the intent of having him watch her as he let her watch him and he was thankful for that. He cupped the remote and stood up so that he could toss it over the bed.

"I think I found it," He proclaimed.

"Where?" She asked.

"It's right over here, I think on this side of the bed" he said pointing.

She stood up and climbed on the bed; then she crawled across it and leaned down over the other side while reaching down to feel for it.

"Hold my legs?" She asked.

And he did; he held her legs first at the ankles as she bent over the bed and then slowly moved his hands up until finally he had his hands firmly grasping the undersides of her buttocks as she leaned and then he spread her cheeks with his head bent down and sniffed her open pussy and ass.

"Hey!" She said, "Watch out mister"

Throwing caution to the wind and ignoring all of his basic instincts he used his hands to part her pussy and her ass and gave a long continuous lick starting at her clitoris and ending at her ass. When his tongue reached her ass he gave an extra push of his tongue insuring that it reached full penetration into her anus before he withdrew it and gave her asshole and her pussy a nice long kiss.

Her hands instinctively reached behind her to at first remove his face from her privates but at last to pull it more firmly into place. There was no stopping him now and they both knew it; he had his face and tongue in places that she had never felt a man before and his hand were now reaching up to firmly grasp her breasts. His tongue was relentless of his pursuit for her juices and she gave in. 

It felt so good as she knew that it was so wrong.



Taboo Ch. 02



The week flew by and the mother-son relationship in our house has totally changed. My mother is now my slut and I'm taking full advantage by fucking her every chance I get morning, noon and night. On top of that my relationship with my girlfriend Jalisa Grey has gotten even hotter she has started talking about threesomes with me, her and one of her girl friends. 

How the hell did my life get so twisted and perverted. Oh well what hell right might as well milk it. 

It's the night of the senior back to school party at the lake house of our star quarterback Brent Haas. He is my best friend kinda an ass and a total man whore guys or girls he will bang em out in equal measure, but that's what you get when your parents have oil money coming out the ass. He is an awesome guy loyal to a fault to people he considers his real friends which is a short list admittedly. 

I come down stairs dressed in a gaming T-shirt, jeans and boots ready to head out but first I stop in the living room to check on my mom. No surprise she is in the same position I left her in an hour before. On the floor, face down, naked, with her wrist pulled back and tied to her ankles with a nine inch green dildo shoved all the in her cunt. It's turned up to the max and she looks dazed and confused from the shock of her near constant orgasms over the last hour. 

I kneel down next to her head and look at her. Her eyes are totally glazed over. I smile smack her as making her jump out of her daze. This is punishment for her not asking permission to play with herself while I was at school. Discipline is something a slut needs especially mine Jalisa had to learn and so will my mother. 

I remove the ball gag and ask "Have you learned your lesson?"

She says out of breath "Yes, I'll never do it again daddy."

Her submissive tone gets my dick hard instantly so I decide to have a quickie. I get on my knees behind her and undo my pants and pulled out my ten inch dick. I grab her hips and force her up on her knees. It's and uncomfortable position for her because when her ankles go down her arm which are tied to them go back, forcing her upper body up into the air with no support. Her huge 26E tits don't help as they swing freely below her. 

Her pain is evident on her face but I pay it no mind this is her punishment. I start to go for her pussy but my eyes immediately lock on her ass I have yet to pierce that hole, saving it for just the right moment. Pain is my intent only through pain does a slut learn her place so now is that moment. 

I reach into my back pants pocket and pull out a tube of oil lube why do I carry that around if you have to ask your not ready for the answer. I take of the top, pull her cheeks apart, put the head of the tube in her tight puckered asshole and squeeze a good amount into her. 

Her reaction is quick as she realizes what's about to happen she turns her head to look at me about to protest. The look in my eyes silences her and she drops her head in submission to her fate. Good she is learning. 

I take two fingers and shove them up her ass getting her to yelp like a hurt puppy. Her breathing quickens as i start finger fucking her without mercy making sure the lube is spread well over the inside of her ass. After about five minutes of this I pull my fingers out and put my dick to the entrance of her unexplored asshole. 

She shivers buts says nothing. I hold my cock with one hand and put the other on her shoulder and start pushing. She is a true anal virgin her hole fights back for all its worth. But, just like a castle gate against a battering ram the ram will win given enough time and so will my cock. Sure enough after a minute my head pops in and she responses with a high pitch scream. I pause and give her a moment to adjust and reach around and fit the ball gag back into her mouth. 

I grab both of her hips and shove my cock hard into her once virgin ass. She screams bloody murder under the gag and fights trying to get away from me. But with her arms pulled back and her wrist tied to here ankles it's a pathetic attempt at best. Only a week ago I would've down anything to not cause my beautiful loving mother pain now I'm enjoying it damn I'm sick in the head. 

I'd keep a firm grip on her waist and start fucking her ass. I mean I'm straight like driving her ass and she is sobbing tears running down her face. This just makes me hotter and reach up and grab a hand full of her beautiful blonde hair and I yank her head back while I'm slamming into her poor ass.

After awhile she slowly gets use to anal reaming I'm giving her and starts throwing her ass back on my dick. A slut is a slut no matter how you turn it. I continue pin ding her guts into jelly and the quickie quickly turned into a full on fuck session. 

But, my phone alarm reminds me of the party so let go of the nut I have been holding in during the half hour anal pounding and spray hot cum into my mothers well fucked ass. 

I let go of her hair and let her fall back to the carpet face first as I pull out my cock and stand up. I walk to the bathroom and wipe cum, blood and shit off my dick and fix my clothes. 

I stop in the kitchen and get a knife on the way back to my bond mother and cut her ropes. She lays spread eagle on the floor for awhile before I tell her to get up. 

She stands up slow and looks at me with her red watery eyes. I know she's in pain from the fucking she just got and I feel a little sorry after the fact, she is my mother after all. I open my arms and she she falls into them hugging me tight. 

"Don't upset set me again, you touch yourself only with my permission understand." I say softly but firmly into her ear. 

She nods and says "Yea daddy I'm sorry." 

I raise her lips to mine and we share a deep kiss. After it's over I break the embrace and get to keys to my dodge Challenger off the coffee table. 

"Ill be back late." Is all I tell her. 

"Drive safe." Is her reply. 

...

The party is in full swing when I arrive at the lake house and full of must of the students at our school. I'm greeted with the usual hug, kiss or high-five. Jalisa quickly finds me and jumps into my arms kissing me hard. She is in a sexy tank top, mini skirt and six inch heels that leaves little to the imagination. Her 34DD tits are nearly spilling out if the shirt and if she bends over just right I'm sure her ass and no doubt her thong would be out for all to see. 

I run my hand under hear skirt and confirm my thong suspicion. This makes her smile like a cat and I know she is ready to bent over anytime I get the urge. 

"Well if it isn't my black brother." Booms a voice from across the room as Brent spots me and heads my way. 

"Hey kid." I say as I hug him. 

He looks at Jalisa and says "Was I interrupting?" 

"Not at all baby go get me a drink." I say over my shoulder. 

"Yes daddy." She says as she walks away. 

Brent laughs and says "Holy shit bro you have that girl trained."

I shrug and say "You know what the subs are like if you weren't my friend I'd turn out that sister of yours in a flash."

He laughs and says "I believe you man hell you would prolly turn my ass out if you rolled that way."

I laugh and say "Naw you wouldn't even by my type pretty boy I like em thick little more then a stick."

We talk for awhile and Jalisa brings back my soda. Brent breaks off to go talk to what I'm sure will be his next piece of ass and me and Jalisa find a quiet corner to make out. She is hot to the point of melting and I torture her a little by not letting her touch herself. 

I spot one of her cheerleading friends Chloe looking at us from across the room. She is a good looking Latina with a killer figure breast and ass my type of girl. 

I break the kiss and whisper in Jailsa's ear "How about you invite Chloe to join us."

She looks over at the pretty Latina and smiles and says "If you want me to daddy."

I nod and say "Bring her upstairs I'll be waiting."

With that I get up and head upstairs leaving it up to her to make that happen. The upstairs level is all bedrooms and some are already occupied. I pass one with the door open and look in and see Brent with some guy I don't recognize since he is face down in a girls pussy with Brent plowing into his ass from the back. 

Brent looks up and sees me and waves for me to come join. I wave off the offer and he shrugs and goes back to work. I move further down and find an empty room. I step in, pull my shoes off and lay in the king sized bed. 

It's not long after that Jalisa walks in leading Chloe by the hand. 

I look up at them and say "Evening ladies."

Jalisa closes and locks the door and gets behind Chloe and starts kissing her neck and lifting her shirt. Chloe doesn't fight it and soon she is naked from the waist up and her amazing breast are on full display. Jalisa looks at me and I sit up on the edge of the bed and point to the floor. 

She follows the unspoken command, leading Chloe closer to me and putting her on her knees in front of me still behind he her kissing and feeling her gorgeous body. 

She whispers in the busty Latinas ear "You belong to daddy now and he wants that pretty mother on his dick."

Chloe is wearing lightening blue lipstick that make her plump lips stand out even more. She looks up in eyes and starts unzipping me without ever looking away. She reaches in for my already hard dick and her eyes light up as she feels the size of it. She pulls out my monster and stares at it eyes wide like a deer in headlights. 

With a little help from Jalisa my tool is soon in her mother and damn this brown botch can suck cock like a champ within the first three minutes my dick is covered in slobber and she is slurping it like a sucker, bobbing her her head up and down and swirling her tongue around it. 

Well she is busy on my dock Jalisa has taken both their clothes off leaving on only the heels. Then she joins Chloe on my cock half kissing half sucking me off. I'm in sex heaven at this point and my cock is hard as a steel pipe. 

"Ok girls I'm going to fuck one of you in the ass and the other in the pussy I'll let you decide which holes and who goes first." 

Chloe looks a little hesitant and I know instantly she is a ass virgin so does Jalisa and she knows I want to pop that cherry. 

"Chloe will take it up the ass." She says smiling at her stunned Latina friend. 

"I-I have never had it in the ass before." Says Chloe in a shaky voice. 

I say "First time for everything."

Jalisa puts her on the bed on all fours with her ass in the air and then gets in behind her and says "Take my pussy daddy I'll get her ready for you."

I pull out my tube of lube and offered it to her but she just smiles and turn back to Chloe's plump ass, pulls her cheeks apart and buries her tongue up her asshole. My girl is a freak in every sense of the word. Chloe is moaning hard as her friend eats out her most private hole. 

I get behind Jalisa and line my dick up with her soaking wet cunt and ram ball deep into her in one thrust. She moans load into her friends asshole and keeps licking and sucking. I take hold of her hip and start fucking her pussy for all its worth hard fast thrust my thighs slapping her ample ass. Her huge tits swing freely under her as I thrust into her.

She releases Chloe's asshole from her mouth and starts fingering it, first one finger then two then three now both her and Chloe are moaning like sluts. I keep working on Jailsa's pussy pile driving it with my dick. 

She moans load as a huge orgasm rolls through her and her pussy tightens on my dick, I fuck her right through it. Ten minutes she has had three more and my balls are tight. I let out a deep groan and shot my first load in her pussy. I back up and pull out of her well fucked, cum oozing pussy and she turns and takes it in her mouth. My eyes are locked on my next prize Chloe's wet partly opened asshole. 

Jalisa sucks me back hard and I'd get behind the Latina who jumps a little as she feels my hand touch her ass. She has not moved from her position on all fours since we started. Jalisa gets in from of her friend and lays down on her back with her legs open. 

"Clean mommy's pussy baby daddy left it all nasty." She says as she takes Chloe by her long black hair and pushes her face in her cum fills cunt.

Chloe obeys and soon Jalisa is moaning as the girls skilled mouth goes to work. I pull out my lube and stroke my dick watching the sexy scene. When I'm slick enough I put my cock to Chloe's ass and started to push. The resistance was weakened by the rimming and fingering it had gots earlier and my slick dick slips in four inch. Chloe tenses but Jalisa applies pressure keeping her head in her pussy. 

"Relax baby just eat mommy's pussy and relax." She says calmly. 

I give Chloe a minute to adjust then I continue the invasion. I push and I don't stop until all ten inches are buried in her virgin ass. Chloe is breathing hard from the anal invasion but Jalisa keeps her head lock in her pussy so that she can't speak to protest. 

My eyes meet Jalisa's and she gives me a slight nod. I start sawing my cock in and out of Chloe's ass slow at fast but building speed. Soon I am pounding her plump Latina ass like there's no tomorrow. She squeals like a stuck pig every time I bottom out in her ass. Jalisa has stopped holding her, instead she lays in front of her talking dirty. 

"Yea slut you love that big dick in your ass don't you, that dick owns your ass now say it."

Chloe pants hard "This big dick owns my ass, oh fuck."

Hearing her submit to me made me pound her even harder trying to fuck my way up into her throat. She is screaming like a banshee and begging for more of my dick, begging me to destroy her ass. Finally after thirty full minutes of ass fucking her to oblivion I cum like a cannon up her ass. 

I shoot eight burst of cum up her sexy ass before I pull out leaving her once tight hole a wide open cave. Chloe having is down for the count with her head down ass in the air and breathing like ever breath is her last. Another day another slut who won't be sitting flat or walking straight for a week.



Taboo Ch. 02



Chapter 02

(Joe's Story)

Joe had always coveted his wife Gina's best friend from afar. She was his upper most fantasy whenever he needed to relieve himself and had even visualized fucking her as Gina was bouncing on his cock. Lydia had always done it for him with her sleek black hair and oriental looks. The fact she possessed a nice firm body only added fuel to his desires. He frequently wondered what it would be like to push his thick cock inside her nice tight pussy. 

The scenarios he placed himself in with Lydia were becoming more and more elaborate of late and the though of fucking Lydia whether she liked it or not always caused him to shoot the most intense of orgasms. Soon it felt like the fantasy was consuming his every day thoughts, he never thought he would actually get the chance to carry out his most intimate of desires until that is Lydia's husband did him a huge favour by leaving Lydia for his physiotherapist.

"Is it okay if Lydia stays for a few weeks?" Gina asked him as they shared their evening meal.

Joe shook his head and sliced his knife through his steak. "No, not at all. That's perfectly fine by me."

Gina reached across the table and stroked his hand fondly, "You are so understanding, and I love that about you."

So, the deal was done and it was arranged for Lydia to stay just while she got her head together and found herself somewhere to stay. The day she arrived with her suitcase at her feet, Joe felt like he was going to combust with sexual energy. Lydia looked vulnerable and teary like a little girl lost however; Joe noticed that her attire wasn't exactly that of a woman in deep crisis. Lydia was wearing the tightest of red mini skirts, her pert breasts were encased in a white t shirt and it was quite evident she had decided against wearing a bra, the protrusion of her hear nipples were clear for all to see. As she walked past him, Joe caught a whiff of her perfume, a heavy musky scent which made his loins stir. Closing the door behind them Joe watched as Lydia sashayed down the hall way before reaching the bottom of the stair. She put her suitcase down and bent over just enough so Joe could catch a glimpse of her shaven pussy. The urge to unzip his pants and grab hold of her from behind was almost too much to bear. Instead he enjoyed the feeling of his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. 

That evening as he lay in bed beside Gina, Joe felt his cock growing hard again as an image of Lydia's pussy entered his mind. That night he fucked Gina so hard that she begged him to stop which only spurred him on even more, all he wanted to do was punish her, imagining her pussy were her best friends.

As the days went by Joe became more and more convinced that Lydia was teasing him. On Sunday she sat opposite him whilst he was having his breakfast and unpeeled a banana before putting it slowly into her mouth making a right meal of it before actually taking a bite. It was so obvious to Joe that she was imagining she was sucking his cock. Then Tuesday evening she had come out of the bathroom with just a white towel wrapped around her childlike frame and it had taken Joe all his will power not to rip it off her. The time passed but Lydia's teasing in Joes mind seemed to be getting worse and he was finding it increasingly hard to deal with his aching cock which was now it seemed in a perpetual state of arousal.

What really surprised Joe was the fact that Gina seemed to be totally oblivious to her best friend's shenanigans and flirtations. In fact, Joe was now sure that to be fair he was well within his rights to teach Lydia a lesson for humiliating Gina in such a manner it really was unfair of her. The more he thought about it the easier it seemed to reach the decision to punish Lydia once and for all.

One Saturday morning, Gina was unexpectedly called into the office to deal with a particularly difficult client. As Joe watched her pack her briefcase with paperwork he became aware of Lydia out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look and she smiled at him knowingly, a satin kimono was the only thing covering her modesty. 

Soon after Gina left the house Joe sat at the kitchen table, his hand surreptitiously stroking his cock as he watched Lydia making a bowl of cereal. She had clipped her hair up so he could see the shape of her slender neck and he imagined getting hold of her hair and gripping it tightly in his fingers. He felt his cock go as rigid as an iron bar. Before he knew what he was doing he was getting up out of his chair. He watched as Lydia bent down to get the carton of milk out of the fridge. She was so close to him he could almost smell her sex pheromones like those of butterfly and Lydia was ripe for breeding and he was going to make sure that they did just that. Joe was going to fill her pussy with his hot cum after he had given her pussy the punishment it deserved.

Joe looked down and could see his cock protruding through the fabric of his pyjama bottoms. He walked over to Lydia; standing behind her he pressed his hardness against her. She jumped and turned round the look of shock on her face turning Joe on even more. She slapped him across the face.

"What do you think you are doing?" She shouted, her eyes blazing with indignation which Joe thought was a bit of a cheek to be honest. He knew deep down she wanted his cock. In fact as he pulled open her dressing gown he was hoping that she would put up a bit of a fight and then he would be able to force hr to submit. His eyes looked at her gorgeous unblemished body that was briefly exposed until Lydia quickly wrapped the fabric back around her tying her belt. Quickly and in one swift movement grabbed Lydia's hands and forced them behind her back, her gasp of horror spurring him on. He lifted the kimono and rubbed his cock all over the top of her pussy, leaving a thin line of pre cum on hr lips. He forced her legs apart with his thighs, ready to push his cock inside her but then he realised that he didn't want to fuck Lydia here in the kitchen. Gina was going to be out all day but Joe realised as he looked at the clock that time was of the essence because his daughter Maisie was due home after a sleep over at her friends. Taking hold of her hair in one hand and keeping her hands behind her back with the other, Joe marched her out of the kitchen ignoring her pleas for him to stop.

Forcing her up the stairs Joe decided that he was going to fuck her on Maisie's bed. It was a split decision and an idea that had never even been part of his fantasy but suddenly the thought seemed really appealing. Opening the bedroom door he pushed Lydia inside so hard she fell against the bed. He pulled her up and forced her onto the bed. He needed to tie her up and fuck her, damn he might even get one of Gina's vibrators and use it on Lydia, his mind was a flood of possibilities.

Taking hold of her hair Joe lay on top of Lydia. "Don't think I don't know this is what you have been wanting ever since you came to stay." He murmured in her ear as his fingers found her pussy lips and he pushed them into her tight glory hole which clamped around him like she had never been invaded in her life. He bit into her neck as Lydia lay froze like a statue. As he moved his fingers in and out Joe's eyes scanned the bedroom for something to tie Lydia with. He saw Maisie's school uniform in a pile in the corner of the room, her school tie coiled on top. "Don't fucking move." He ordered as he stood up and went to retrieve the tie. Walking back to the bed he dragged Lydia to one side and forced her hands above her head and wrapped the tie around her wrists before tying it around the brass headboard. Lydia tried to kick him and she wriggled a little but Joe knew that was just a half hearted struggle and if she carried on with that he would just tie each of her feet to the bottom of the bed. Joe climbed onto the bed and forced his thick thighs between Lydia legs forcing them apart, spreading them as wide as was feasibly possible. He unleashed his cock from his pyjama bottoms and pressed the head of his cock against Lydia's opening before pushing himself inside her, in one hard swift movement causing her to groan, he pushed the length of his cock as far as it would go.

"Just relax baby." He whispered in her ear. "I promise you will enjoy it. Your pussy feels gorgeous see how tight you are holding on to me, your pussy doesn't want to let me go."

The feeling Joe experienced as he fucked Lydia was like nothing he had ever felt before and soon he was building up to shooting his load inside her> he wanted to turn her round and fuck her form behind but the feeling was so good he felt like he couldn't let go. Lydia started to moan loudly and Joe clamped his hand over her mouth. Within minutes his thick cum was shoot deep inside Lydia his hand pressing harder over her mouth and nose as he emptied his frustration inside her. He finally moved his hand off her mouth and she gasped, gulping in the air she had been temporarily deprived of. Joe climbed off her and smiled as she started back at him dazed, like she couldn't believe what had just happened. Joe stroked her face. "See this is what happens when you tease me with your short skirts and the little wriggle of you hips."

Joe sat on the end of the bed and took the box of tissues off the bedside table and wiped his cock before putting it back discarding the used tissues in the waste paper basket. He put his hands together and looked at Lydia smiling. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" He asked. Lydia nodded back. Joe glanced at the clock on the bedroom before leaning over and untying Lydia. "I had so much more planned for you but time is running out."

As soon as he untied her Lydia jumped off the bed and ran from the bedroom. Joe let her go whilst he straightened the bed sheets. Placing the tie on top of Maisie's school uniform he took one last glance to make sure that everything was as he found it before leaving the room, shutting the door.

THE END



Taboo Ch. 03



Chapter Three

Bonnie's Story





It had started off a typical Monday morning workout at the gym but then it took quite a surprising turn; it was the day I found out that my mother's boyfriend wanted to fuck me.

I had always fancied Marcus. He was a decade younger than my Mother at twenty eight years of age and ten years older than me. It was through the gym that my mother had met him. She had decided to get herself toned up and Marcus was the gym owner. 

He was exactly what I looked for in a guy, all muscles and shaved head with more than a passing resemblance to Van Diesel. I was quite surprised actually when my mother brought him home because not to sound too mean, she was definitely punching above her weight in the boyfriend arena. Not that my mother is ugly,she isn't, in fact a couple of my male friends recently commented on how pretty she was for her age which I saw as a bit of a bank handed compliment to be honest.

I was sat at the dining table revising for my English Lit exam when my mother decided to introduce me to Marcus.

"Bonnie meet Marcus, Marcus meet Bonnie." She was grinning from ear to ear like the proverbial Cheshire cat that had managed to down a litre of double cream and I didnt blame her not in the slightest. As the months passed me and Marcus got on really well and one day he suggested that I too should join his gym.

"Not that I am saying you need it." He hastened to add, "but just to keep yourself fit and in shape,"

The reality was, I have always been an exercise phobic and couldn't think of anything worse to do in my spare time, but the chance of possibly seeing Marcus in shorts and a vest flexing his muscles was a great incentive so I bit into the apple of temptation he had offered me with relish. 

Before long going to the gym became a part of my routine and I found after a couple of weeks that I did enjoy working out and of course watching Marcus as he trained spurred me on.

So, like I said it was just a boring Monday morning when Marcus started to pay attention to me properly. He got on the rowing machine beside me and started to row as I pedaled along on the exercise bike.

"Are you not at school today?" He asked casually.

"College not school." I corrected him.

Marcus laughed obviously embarrassed by his faux pas. "Sorry that's what I meant."

"I have a lesson in an hour and a half so I just need to do another ten minutes on the bike and then I need to grab a shower and get ready."

"I could do with a shower." Marcus admitted."I wouldn't mind joining you either if I am being totally honest." He laughed and I couldn't work out if he was joking or not. Either way my stomach did a tipple over at the prospect of him being serious.

"I might let you." I said a quarter joking and three quarters serious. 

Marcus looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

What the hell was I doing? This was my mother's boyfriend and I was contemplating the ultimate betrayal. I obviously wanted nothing more than to be in a shower with Marcus, feeling his hard toned body pressed against mine, but that would be totally unacceptable.

"No." I laughed a laugh that sounded false even to my own ears. "I was joking Marcus."

"Oh, right." He replied and to my amazement a look of disappointment crossed his chiselled features, it was a look that would play on my mind for days afterwards.

It was after that day at the gym that I really started to fantasise about Marcus fucking me. As my fantasies became more elaborate and my need to have him inside me consumed my every thought, my loyalties dissipated like a snowman under a heavy downfall of rain. It didn't help that my initial denial to share a shower with Marcus was obviously having the same effect on him as it was on me. I noticed that if he had to pass me in the hallway he would briefly brush himself against me. 

Then there was the day he walked into the bathroom when I was in the bath and instead of covering myself up I put my head under the water and pushed up my naked body so he could see what I had to offer. Later when I had dried myself I put my hand on the sink to keep my balance as I rubbed my pussy to orgasm thinking of Marcus' s cock inside me.

One evening after a night out, my mother and Marcus returned and it was evident that my mother had drank way too much wine, her speech was slurred and Marcus had to practically hold her up.

"I think I need to take her to bed." Marcus said.

"I'm going to bed too." I announced, switching off the television. "Night."

Once in bed, I lay in the dark looking up at the ceiling as I listened to Marcus trying to manouvere my mother up the stairs. He finally managed it and I heard the bedroom door shutting. I closed my eyes and a rush of jealously washed over me. In the adjoining bedroom was my mother lay in a comatose state with a gorgeous no doubt naked Marcus lying beside her. I sighed and turned over, I was burning inside at what I saw was a serious injustice.

Finally I drifted off to sleep when I was suddenly woken up by a movement in my bed. At first I didn't know if I was imagining it. I convinced myself that I was and tried to get back to sleep but then I felt an arm wrap around me. I turned slightly and my face met Marcus's in the dark. A thrill as sharp as an electric shock burst through me as I felt his lips meet mine, his hand moving slowly under my pyjama top cupping each of my breasts in turn before his fingers began to expertly play with my nipples causing them to stand to attention, my pussy constricting with longing. 

Marcus slipped his tongue into my mouth and I encircled it with my own, the decadence of having my Mum's boyfriend was turning me on even more because I was being so naughty. Marcus moved his mouth away from my lips and whispered in my ear, his hot breath causing me to shiver.

"I want to fuck you." He whispered as he moved his hand away from my breasts, his fingers tracing a trail down my stomach until his hand reached my pussy, tenderly he started to stroke it. "A nice shaven pussy, lovely plump lips as well." He murmured as he ran his fingers across my lips. "Before I fuck you I want to taste you first if that's okay?" 

I nodded in the dark and lay on my back submitting myself readily to him. Marcus moved down the bed as I pushed my pyjama bottoms off with my feet before kicking them off eagerly. Marcus reached the bottom of the bed and pushed my knees to open my legs, exposing myself so his mouth could find me easily. I gasped as I felt his tongue run across my pussy lips moving inside before his tongue found my clitoris. Moving it rhythmically and with expertise it wasn't long before my legs started to shake as I built up to an orgasm, Marcus's fingers starting to simultaneously explore inside me. I pulled my pillow from under my head and put it over my face so I could bite into it and quell the sounds of my moans and eventually my cries as I came, I imagined an explosion of juices reaching Marcus's delectable mouth and the thought only added to the intensity of my orgasm. 

As my legs stopped shaking I pulled the pillow from my face and watched as Marcus knelt up in between my legs, is fingers gently opened my pussy getting me ready to accommodate him. A strip of moonlight sneaked into my room via a slight gap in my curtains, just the right amount of illumination to allow me to see the silhouette of Marcus's body, his hard cock protruding and on display. Slowly he pushed the tip of his cock inside me, teasing me as he rubbed it around my hole before pushing himself inside me, filling my every being with his member. He started to fuck me hard pushing my legs into my chest so he could fuck me really deep. The feeling was exquisite. I'd only been fucked once before and that had been a disaster. This however, was as close to heaven I was sure I was ever going to get. 

Marcus pushed his hands underneath me so he could grab my buttocks, pulling me backwards and forwards over his cock, faster and faster he pumped himself into me until I felt my pussy release a steady gush of juices completely wetting the bedcovers through. My gushing only served to turn Marcus on even more as he leant over me and kissed me before biting my lip so hard I could taste a tiny spot of blood.

"Oh baby, you love it don't you? You're so wet." He whispered. "I am going to fuck you all night until you are begging me to stop."

And that's exactly what he did. Marcus contorted my body into positions I didn't think were possible until he turned me over and pulled me up by my hips causing me to bite my pillow again as the width and hardness of his shaft invaded my pussy to the hilt. Faster and faster he fucked me and I could feel his balls banging against me as he rode me with a passion I had never experienced until I felt his cock start to pulsate inside me filling me with his hot cum. 

Marcus waited as his orgasm abated before withdrawing himself; he pulled me round and pushed me down onto the bed before opening my legs again and so he could suck out our juices with his mouth. Once he was satisfied he had retrieved every drop, he lay his hard body against me, his mouth finding mine. Opening it I allowed him to spit the juices into it before he probed my mouth with his tongue so deep it reached my throat as I swallowed our juices before leaning my head back on the pillow tired but sated.

Marcus lay with me for a while before he told me with a tender kiss that he needed to go back to bed. As he left the room I spent a lazy few moments stroking my throbbing pussy still not quite believing what had just happened. You have just fucked your mother's boyfriend a voice said in my head and although I knew I shouldn't have done it, I didn't think I was going to do it again. However, I wasn't going to regret the best fuck I had ever had in my life.

THE END



Taboo Ch. 1



This story contains a consensual incest relationship among adults. If this theme offends you DO NOT READ.

The following story was given to me for posting by B. Traven who does not have USENET access. I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY. It is part of a series of stories supposedly describing true case studies investigated by Dr. Traven. I'm not completely sure that Dr. Traven is not pulling my leg, but I'll let judge for yourself.

I will be glad to forward any comments about this story to Dr. Traven, but note that it may be a while before he is able to respond since he is still on sabbatical in Mexico. I may post more in the Taboo series depending on Dr. Traven's wishes and reader response.  

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"Oedipus was blinded because the light of truth was too much to bare" - B. Traven

"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type     where both parties get exactly what they need from the other party and the relationship, and the power status     between the parties is the most equitable." - Dr. J. Boswell,  Institute of Advanced  Sexual Studies

"Live it up like a motherfucker." - Ted Nugent

"Son:  Mom, I think I have an Oedipus Complex. Mother: That's OK - as long as you love your mother" - Book of Jewish Mother Jokes

"Your mother should kno-owww, ... your mother should know" - Magical Mystery Tour,  The Beatles 1967

She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror as she carefully applyed her mascara. She was not finished dressing yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make out the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored brassierre with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother's body as he had done many times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt.

** His mother's body never failed to excit him, and he felt himself growing hard. Since he was a child he seized every opportunity to secretly observe his Mom's body which she always exposed with such casualness. In his teens he would relieve his sexual tension in secret shame after watching his mother. Later in life, of course, he discovered that her display of nudity to him was not that accidental but something extremely exciting to both of them. As an adult when they finally became sexually active, it was like a dam had burst with a release of sexual tension. They both wondered whether this sexual tension always existed between a mother and son that rarely got realized. Maybe all sexual relationships were proxy incestual relationships that vainly tried to capture the magic and passion of the original unconsummated taboo.

In his own case, his previous sexual relations paled in comparison with the burning intesity of his new relationship with his Mom. Nothing compared to fucking his own mother! After the first time they had consumated their relationship, they knew they there was no going back. They both knew that the outside world could never accept their relationship even in a so-called age of sexual freedom - so they had to be careful. He moved in with his mother, ("To save on expenses"), where he had his own bedroom for outside appearances, but he actually moved into his mother's bedroom where they were safe from the judgmental view of the outside world. Ocassionally they would take vacations, away from those who knew them, where they could openly display affection as lovers by pretending to be husband and wife. The age difference between them, (22 and 38), was small enough that Mom only got an occasional wink for having landed such a young stud.

Instead of their passion diminishing over time, it grew until it seemed to displace the rest of their lives. They revelled in each other's bodies, never tiring of seeking new kinks to release the enormous sexual tension they discovered between them. Of course the biggest kink at all that ignited their passion was their relationship itself - the naughtiness of the taboo of the sexual union of a mother and son!

**

"I've got to ready for work." she said without turning around. She startled him out of his reverie. She was looking at him in the mirror while still applying mascara.

He walked up behind his mother, grasping her waist. The touch of her warmth was electric. He looked at their reflection in the mirror. He thought they already looked like lovers with the look that revealed easy familiarity of each others body. He hoped that it was not as obvious to others as it appeared to him.

"I'm going to be late." she said with a touch of annoyance.

He ignored her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands climbed the front of her until the found the cool silkiness of her brassierre. He cupped his mother's breasts through the brassierre, feeling their fullness.

"No. I told you - I'm going to be late for work. Let's wait until I get home." Her voice was cracking now. She tried to squirm away but he held her firmly. His right hand entered the front of her brassierre. He played with her right nipple, circling it with his index finger until it stiffened. 

"No." she protested, but it came out weak and half-hearted. Her body started to relax. He lifted his mother's breast until it hung obscenely out of the brassierre cup. He pulled at her nipple, gently at first but then harder.

"Oohh." she moaned. Her mouth was open and slack now.

"Let's go in the bedroom." she said trying to contain the excitment in her voice.

"No. Here." he said as he unzipped himself.

"In front of the bathroom sink? That's a new one."

He yanked down his mother's half-slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the waistband of her girdle and pulled down roughly. It caught on the swell of her ass, and he pulled harder without much luck.

"Ouch. Wait a minute." She bend forward more, which pushing out her big ass further. She grabbed the girdle at the side of her hips and slid the girdle down in one smooth motion. The girdle fell uselessly to the floor. She stepped out of it, threw it one side, and resumed her position in front of the sink.

He studied the fleshy abundance of his mother's buttocks. It was softly padded white outlined with pink lines from her girdle. He ran his palm lightly over its expansive curves.

"I'm already late for work so let's hurry, OK." 

He found himself flushed with anger. He lifted the hand that were carressing her ass and slammed it down hard on his mother's bare ass.

"I'm not boring you, Mom, am I?" He slapped her harder than he intended. Her bottom was still quivering from his blow; and he could see the pink outline of his palmprint on her right buttock. In the mirror he could see tears well up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip but remained silent.

He felt guilty he had slapped her so hard. He kissed the back of her neck lightly. He reached around and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet! Lately, the lovemaking had graduated to light-grade S&M where they explored together the often thin border between pleasure and pain. He imagined they were much freer with sexual experiment than other couples because they had already jumped an enormous hurdle in becoming lovers in the first place.

He played with her clitoris and she moaned and spread her legs to permit him better access. As he played with his mother's pussy the head of his cock brushed against the warmth of her buttocks, sending electric shocks through his body. With his hand he glided himself toward the crack of his Mom's bottom, lightly brushing his cock along the length. He looked at his mother in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack. He knew she was close. She looked particularly whorish with her big bare butt and her teat hanging out of the front of her bra.

He pushed his cock into the crack of his mother's butt, seeking the warmth within while he continued fingering her clit. 

"Not there, honey. I'm still sore from the last time. Please." She opened her eyes and looked at her son dreamily in the mirror.

"It's OK, Mom." He tried hard to sound reassuring. He grabbed a tube of shampoo from the side of the sink and squeezed a wad of it into his hand. She jumped from the sudden coolness as he worked the shampoo into her crack. She drew a sharp intake of breath as he buried his index finger into her anus up to the first knuckle. By the time he introduced a second finger into her ass she was bucking against his hand with excitment.

"You're like a bitch in heat, Mom." he grunted as he removed his fingers from his mother's butt, and guided the purple head of his cock to her anus. He met suprisingly little resistance as he started pushing further into his mother's butt.

"Say it, Mom." He gropped at her exposed breast, cupping it.

"Say it." he insisted. He pinched cruelly at her nipple while he pushed at her anal sphincter.

"Fuck ... me. Fuck my ass." his mother said breathlessly. It was a little game they played.

He could see his mother wince in pain as he pushed past her spincter and slid deep into his mother's rectum. She spread her legs further to relieve some of the pressure. He waited until she could adjust to his intrusion. His cock was throbbing in the warmth of his Mom's tight ass. It felt like a velvet glove was grabbing his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last mush longer. 

He started thrusting slightly and heard his mom moan in pleasure ... and pain.

"Ohhh ..."

She pushed back against him, which encouraging him to go further.

He thrusted further in longer strokes. He heard himself moaning now.

"Mom ... you bitch" he said through clenched teeth. He was seriously fucking his Mom's ass now in long hard strokes. His mother bucked back against him.

"Ohhh ..." They were moaning loudly in unison now. He roughly grabbed a buttock in each hand and pinched hard. He was really riding his mother's ass - fucking her bare butt in punishing thrusts.

"Oh! Oh! you motherfucker. Oh." His mother was coming now. Screaming embarrassing loud.

"Ahhh ... " his mother's loud orgasm was enough to push him over the edge. He spasmed load after load of semen into his mother's ass.

They sunk to the bathroom together. He held his mother close, feeling her heartbeat. After what had seemed hours, but was probably only minutes, they kissed tenderly. 

"I love you, Mom." he whispered. "I love you too, Sweetie." 

They hugged each other tightly. It always amazed him that after all the sex play between them they still felt this overwhelming rush of genuine love for each other. It was as if their relationship instead of being a perversion of family relationships was simply the most natural expression of the love between a mother and son.

She got up and noticed that her breast was still hanging out of bra. She tucked it back in and adjusted her bra. She caught him looking up at her.

She smiled at him. "Don't get any ideas. I'm definitely late for work now." 

Amazingly enough, he did feel a stirring in his loins as he laid there watching his mother bareass except for a brassierre. But he doubted he had enough energy left to get off the floor.

After a small struggle she pulled the girdle back on followed by the half-slip. She looked down at her son still laying on the floor in exhaustion.

"What am I going to tell them at work for the reason I'm late?" she said in mock-seriousness.

"Just tell them you were fucking your son's brains out." he joked.

"That excuse isn't going to work because you don't have any brains to fuck out" she laughed, and winked at him.

"Oh, Mom . . ." he said wearily.


From the Archives of B. Travern




Taboo: City Girl



I had been sneaking out almost every night and I thought I was so crafty. My friend Ashley had even covered for me a few times telling my parents that she was having me over. On top of that I had been sneaking my way into twenty one and over clubs with a fake I.D. as well as using it to purchase beer. It wasn't until things really started getting hectic that I got into a little trouble. 

Steve was a guy that had picked me up at a bar I had snuck into and convinced me to invite him over to my parents house. Of course I picked a day when I knew they wouldn't be home. One of their infamous Las Vegas sexual escapades. So Steve arrives and I give him the news but invite him in anyway. We do some skinny dipping and make out by the pool. Later we head over to the guest house and smoke one of Steve's special cigars. In no time flat I was light headed. "Come here," he half whispered to me. When I looked up at him he was leaning against my fathers desk with his cock sticking straight out of his pants. I gave him a teasing smile and kneeled down in front of him giving the tip of his penis a kiss.

"You want me to suck your cock?" I asked innocently. 

"Yeah suck my cock baby," he said. I ran my tongue around in circles over his throbbing shaft as he began to slide in and out of my mouth. My hands slowly caressing his inner thighs and then rubbing his balls as I sucked him off. Every time going deeper and deeper on his huge member I could feel his thrusts getting faster and faster as he placed his hands on the back of my head. I swallowed his cock deep throat and then let it back out again sucking harder as he moaned. I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth and I pulled it out jerking it off in my mouth. Cum shooting in and around my tender lips as he moaned in pleasure. As he stared down at me I licked my lips and pulled in all his cum swallowing every drop. As much as I wanted him to fuck me he wouldn't. I kind of got the feeling he knew I wasn't as old as I said I was. The night was pretty much over after that and I never saw Steve again. 

Now my mother married a few years after my father had died to Robert and along with Robert came his two sons Mike and Tommy. When they first arrived I couldn't even believe that they began making passes at me. Robert laughed it off and said boys will be boys. I on the other hand was seriously offended. It wasn't that big of a deal till I caught Tommy on my bed in my room jacking off in a pair of my silk panties. Instead of being shocked at getting caught he threw the panties aside and grabbed his cock telling me that he wanted to fuck me so bad but he'd settle for a blowjob. I never told anyone about that but I was definitely going to get a lock on my door. Well those sneaky perverts had been in the upstairs room in the guest house watching some football game and heard the commotion. Upon seeing Steve and I smoking his special cigar they grabbed a video camera and began rolling tape. They caught everything from us smoking to me sucking Steve's cock. I didn't know they had it till that afternoon when both our parents had gone to work. 

They were both sitting on the couch watching TV when I came down for a snack. "Hey why dont you come and watch TV with us Skyee. I promise we wont bite if you don't," said Tommy. "I don't think so," I said. "There's something on you might want to see though." I stood for a second and stared at the TV as they hit play on the VCR. Not only had they taped me with Steve they had taped me sneaking in and out almost every night, once even at a club drinking. They had to have been following me around for days. 

"It would be a shame if mom and dad found this tape huh?" Mike said. "Okay what do you assholes want," I snapped. "How about a blowjob," Mike said. "How about letting me slip into that pink little snatch of yours," Said Tommy as he patted the seat between him and Mike. I felt hopeless and desperate but what could I do. I sat between them. Mike started rubbing my tits and kissing my mouth as Tommy kissed my neck and began fingering my pussy. All I had on was a pair of panties and a long shirt. The shirt was the first thing to go. Mike leaned back and unzipped his pants letting his cock jump out. I stared at him with contempt but had no choice but to go down on him. Tommy had pulled one of my legs up onto his shoulder as the other dangled from the couch and pulled my panties to the side sliding his tongue across my pussy lips as he fingered me. I moaned in surprise and Mike put his hands on the back of my head forcing me to go all the way down on him. 

Tommy kneeled in front of my pussy and slid his cock in immediately fucking me fast and hard. I started to suck Mike off faster as Tommy rammed his cock into me. I could feel Tommy leaning in closer and closer as he fucked me harder. "You always thought you were to good for us. Look at you now bitch," Tommy said as he pounded me. I pulled off of Mike's cock and turned me head toward Tommy trying to give some sort of response but could only moan. Mike grabbed my head and shoved it back onto his cock forcing me to suck him off faster as his hips began to buck. I reached back with my free hand and rubbed my clit and felt how wet my pussy was. I ran my fingers across Tommy's throbbing rod as it slid in and out of my pussy faster and faster. Finally Mike shot his cum into my mouth and I sucked him off getting every drop. Mike stood up and went to the kitchen to get a beer but Tommy was behind me all the way positioning me doggy style. He grabbed my hair and pulled me upright and straight as he rammed me slapping my ass. "You fucking like this don't you bitch," he barked. 

"Oh yes. Oh fuck me," I screamed. He let go of my hair and I leaned my upper body against the cushion of the couch as he pounded me. I could tell he was going to cum soon. He pulled out quickly and I could feel his hot jizm shooting across my back and then the tip of his penis pressing against my tiny asshole. I tried to jump up but he was on top of me grabbing me by the hair and whispering into my ear. "Your mine now and I'm going to do what ever the fuck I want with you." His cock slid in and out of my ass a few times before it really got in and I could feel his warm seamen pumping into my ass as he moaned in my ear. Finally he rolled off of me slapping my ass on the way out. I went upstairs and took a shower and hopped into bed confused by what just took place. 

I couldn't sleep at all that night and jumped every time I heard a sound. What scared me even more was the fact that my parents had made plans to go on a trip for a week and I would be left all alone with Tommy and Mike. Yet the more I thought about being fucked the way I did I started to feel a little turned on. I reached down and felt my sore pussy giving it a gentle rub. Soon enough though I was laying in bed with my legs spread apart fingering my pink snatch till I came. Finally I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up late and had just missed our parents leaving for their trip. The house was empty and seemed for once kind of eerie to me. I immediately called Ashly and told her I was going to spend the week at her house. She told me to come right over so I ran up to my room to grab some clothes and my toothbrush. I had packed everything and was about ready to go when I turned and saw Tommy and Mike standing in the doorway. "Where do you think your going?" Tommy asked. "We got some fun planned for you." I dropped my bag and tried desperately to think of something I could do. Maybe jump out the window or try and run past them but I knew I couldn't get away. 

"What do you guys want?." I said. "Maybe some more head," Mike said. "Nah bro you should try some of that tight ass," Tommy said. They moved in towards me and I backed up only to fall on my bed. I sat there for a second thinking of how easy this is for them. They both leaned down on the bed and stared intimidating at me. 

"Take of your clothes," Tommy said. I pulled my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bras and immediately Mike grabbed one of my nipples twisting it between his fingers. I slid off my skirt and panties letting them fall to the floor. Mike leaned back on the bed and told me to sit on his cock. I climbed on top of him and slid his cock into my pussy as he started bucking his hips. Tommy leaned in behind me and slipped the head of his cock over my asshole. He pounded away till his cock was in me all the way. I couldn't believe how bad it hurt but all at the same time it feel so good having their bare skin rubbing all over me as they penetrated me. 

They sandwiched me between their bodies and began fucking me ferociously as I came over and over all over Mikes cock. In no time Tommy had come in my ass and Mike had rolled over on top of me throwing my legs behind my head as he hammered my tender pussy. Tommy moved up and began rubbing his seamen covered cock on my lips as I turned away. "Suck it bitch," he yelled. I had no choice but to open my mouth and take his cock in. Tommy pulled out moved up towards my head squirting his come all over my face. Both Tommy and Mike laughed as they walked out of the room. I wanted to cry but got up and took a shower, grabbed my stuff, and went to Ashly's.

Ashly listened to the entire story in awe at what I had just been through. "Well is there anyway we can get the tape from your brothers?" She asked." I don't even know where it is or how many copies of it there are," I replied. "Look maybe you should just tell your parents the truth and then all this stuff will stop."

"Are you kidding me I'll be so dead if I do." So for the remainder of the night Ashly and I sat up figuring out some plan to get me out of my position as sex slave. Finally before near passing out exhaustion we came up with a perfect idea.

Mom and dad had come home and life had begun to resum as normal. There would be an occasion or two when I would have to meet Mike and Tommy in the garage or guest house and let them fuck me. My first plan of attack was under way. I had given Ashely a spare key to the house and she snuuck in while we were all at a family function so that she could go into Tommy and Mikes room and set them up. When we got home I kind of hinted that while we were on our own Tommy and Mike had been in their room doing drugs and that they had acidently spoke out loud as to their whereabouts. Robert stormed into their room and found the spot where Ashely had hid the drugs and I expected that at anytime soon he would have them both thrown out or atleast sent to a rehabilitation clinic. It didn't exactly turn out the way I had planned.

A few days later Robert had insisted that Mike and Tommy go on a camping trip with their uncle. It was sweet relief for me. I had decided to hang around the house and enjoy my free time while they were gone. I woke up and took a shower and walked lesiurly around the house in my robe till I heard someone in the den. I grabbed the cell phone and was about to call the police when I heard Robert call out. "Skyee is that you?." I answered and he told me to come into the den real quick. "Whats up?" I said. I just wanted to let you know that I am working at home for the next week or so just incase you needed me to get you anything" He said.

I nodded and walked out. "Oh yeah. Skye," he called again. I stuck my head back in the door and asnwered him again. "Yes." Could you do me a favor and switch on the television so I can listen to the news while I work. "Okay," I said. When I turned on the TV to my surprise it was one of the tapes Mike and Tommy had made of them fucking me. I turned around and stared at Robert for a minute. "What is this?." I said. "I was kind of hoping you could tell me you little slut." IMy jaw dropped and I could only stare at Robert as he jumped from his seat and made his way towards me. He grabbed me by the arms and shoved me against his desk throwing my legs up so that I was sitting on it. "You want to get fucked you little whore," he shouted. "You like getting your pussy fucked." Before I could do anything he was shoving me down so that I was on my back on top of his desk. He pulled his cock out and rammed it in me and began fucking me hard. "You like that dont you little whore?." He said again. "Please stop," I begged him. He kept fucking me and ripping off my robe he began groping my tits and squeezing the nipples hard. In no time at all he had came. I got up and started to walk out and he called me again. "I didn't say you could leave bitch. Get over here and suck my cock." I kneeled down infront of him and sucked him off and then ran to my room and locked the door. 

Now not only did I have Tommy and Mike to worry about I also had Robert too. It was getting chaotic in my house and I decided to run away. I stole some money from Roberts drawer in his room and bought a bus ticket and left for good. I wrote my mom a note telling her exactly where I was and why I left. The bus was going to drive me to my grandfathers house where I could escape. When I finally got there my grandmother started in that my mother was worried about me and had called the police on Robert and his two sons. I was relieved to hear that they were in trouble and my mom suggested I stay out with my grandparents for awhile while she sorts things out. I think back on those times when Tommy and Mike fucked me whenever they wanted to and sometimes I get turned on by it and other times it reminds me just how easy it was for them and just how easily it could happen again. I settled nicely in with my grandparents. Maybe one day I'll go home again.



Taboo Desires Ch. 01



I've never been attracted to Molly. She's the youngest of my 3 favorite cousins. The other 2 are boys, who are my age. Although she'd always been a sweet girl, she had also been so goofy looking! She was thin, lanky, and pale, so she always had those red cheeks that fair-skinned people have. Plus, I'd always thought she had a head that was just a little too big for her body.

Her brothers and I would always gang up on her and pick on her whenever I came to visit. No matter what torture I put her through, it was never enough to deter her crush on me. I could have set that big noggin on fire, and she'd still always make sure she gave me a huge hug and kiss before I left. Of course, I would act like I hated it, but secretly, I had always been flattered.

That was a long time ago. Recently, my aunt (their mother) remarried, and they flew me out to see the wedding, and also to visit for a week. To my surprise, Molly had grown into an incredibly beautiful woman! My cousins had told me about how she started to do some modeling after she turned 18, but I had always thought they were exaggerating... maybe she had just gotten head shots made, or some of those "glamour shots," but never in a million years did I suspect that my pale, big-headed cousin could ever develop into full-fledged model material!

She was breathtaking... She now stood about 5'6" or so, coming right about to my chest. Her reddish-brown hair was now perfectly styled into a "high-fashion" hairdo, reminiscent of the women you see in Pantene ads. Her long bangs lay across her face, slightly hiding her large brown eyes, which sparkled at you whenever she smiled. Her skin was so perfect now...soft and smooth...baked to a delicious golden brown, just begging to be touched. Her body tighter than ever from staying model-fit, with large, succulent breasts and a perfect ass.

I felt so wrong thinking of her in this way... she was my COUSIN! She was also much younger than me, but I couldn't help it. I spent almost every night of that week stroking my cock while I imagined her soft, kissable lips sliding up and down on me... or how it would feel to have her tight, young pussy taking every inch of my dick. I started to flirt with her a little, to see if maybe her crush for me still existed. She was very affectionate towards me, but she always had been since we were little. She didn't do anything that I could consider a pass at me, and I was much too afraid to test the waters any further. So the week came and went, and all my little cousin did was become my newest taboo fantasy.

My luck changed last summer. My Grandmother offered to let my brother and I use her condominium in New Orleans for a week, along with my cousins. My brother couldn't make it because of prior commitments with work, but luckily, mine and my 3 cousin's schedules matched up.

From the time we arrived, I was lusting after Molly. It was summer, so she was constantly wearing as little as possible. Sometimes I wondered if she was doing it to torture me. On top of it all, she seemed ultra affectionate towards me. Hugging and holding me every chance she could, occasionally putting an arm around my waist, even playfully smacking my ass! It was almost unbearable. I thought that she MUST have caught me staring, or seen my hard-on stretching my jeans at least once! If I didn't have her soon, I was going to explode.

One night, after we had quite a few after dinner drinks, we decided to head back to the condo early. We had been hitting Bourbon Street almost every night before then, and we were worn out. We started to watch TV down stairs. Of course, Molly was sitting next to me, with her head on my shoulder. I kept staring at her luscious tits and thighs, while my cousins were engrossed by whatever show was on. Then Molly sat up. "I'm going to get a shower and hit the hay. I'm cashed in," she said. She shot me a smile as she disappeared up the stairs. "I think I'm gonna go, too," I said to my cousins, trying to fake a yawn. They could care less. They were TV dorks, locked in for the night, so I headed up to my room.

Molly and I stayed on the 2nd floor, with our rooms adjacent to each other. Both rooms were connected with 1 bathroom. We took the upstairs rooms because she was the only girl and needed her privacy, and my other 2 cousins offered to sleep in the downstairs living room, since it was the only one with a TV. I walked into my room, and could hear Molly finishing up a shower. I had stripped down to my boxers, and had just slid under the covers when Molly walked in from the bathroom. Her hair was wet, and water still beaded on her skin. She was in her underwear. They were just simple, cotton panties, but they clung to her wet skin, and her hard nipples pressed against her bra. I kept thinking how glad I was that I had been under the covers when I saw her, otherwise I would have never been able to hide my raging hard-on.

"Can't go to bed with out giving you a goodnight hug!" she beamed as she sat on the bed next to me. I sat up and put my arms around her, pulling her tightly against me. "Mmmmm...I love hugging you. You always make me feel so special...so safe" she said, eyes closed in comfortable bliss. When we finally let go, she looked at me curiously with those sparkling eyes, and asked "Would it be cool if I slept in your bed tonight?" I was silent...was she kidding? "I would love to be able to just hold you and fall asleep. Besides, there's plenty of room for 2 people here." I tried to stifle my excitement. "Uhhh..sure, I guess" is what I managed to utter back, while inside I was screaming, "HELL YES YOU CAN!!!" Molly grinned and walked to turn off the light.


The room was almost totally dark, but light from the street outlined her perfect body. "Umm... this may seem strange, but I usually don't sleep with a bra on. Would it be too weird if I took it off?"

"Not at all...hell, take off those panties too!" is what I was thinking. "I'm cool with it as long as you are" is what I forced out. I watched as she unclasped the bra, and let it slowly slide off her shoulders as it dropped to the floor, exposing her gorgeous tits and erect nipples. I couldn't take my eyes off of her figure as she walked across the room, and crawled into bed.

She slid in next to me, gliding her legs up and down mine, her hands tracing the contours of my chest while I rubbed my hands up and down her back, pulling her close to me so that I could feel her tits press against me. Now I could tell that she was definitely interested in much more than just "holding" me. "Would it be too weird if I gave you a goodnight kiss?" she asked, breathing heavily. Before I could answer, she pressed her full, swollen lips to mine, letting our tongues explore each other's mouths, kissing me passionately. I kissed her back, sucking her tongue, nibbling playfully at her lower lip while my hands slid down to her chest. Molly moaned in approval as I started to massage her perfect tits, teasing her now rock-hard nipples even more. I took a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it just before I sucked it and nibbled and kissed at it playfully, while my other hand made sure her other breast got the attention it deserved. 

Molly slowly slid her hand down my chest...down my stomach...resting on the bulge in my boxers. "Mmmm, is this for me?" she panted as she traced the outline of my cock with her fingertip. I couldn't respond...my eyes were closed and my mouth agape as I gasped with every touch. She got on top of me and tugged my boxers down my legs, letting my pulsating dick spring forward from its restraints. "Oooh Jay...you have such a great cock!" she said as she gently slid her hand up and down it, making it twitch with each touch. She leaned forward and kissed it softly, and then gave it a long, slow, sexy lick...from my balls all the way up to the top of the head, just before she took the whole thing in her mouth. She started at the head and slowly eased her soft lips down my cock, teasing the underside with her tongue. I let out a soft cry of pleasure as her warm, wet, nimble mouth engulfed every inch of my cock. She moaned as well, letting me feel the vibrations against my dick, along with delicious slurping and sucking noises that drove me wild. As her passion increased, so did her rhythm, pumping my cock with her fist while her head bobbed up and down on it, occasionally popping it out of her mouth to flick it with her tongue or rub it against her tits.

I pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard. I had to so that I wouldn't explode in her mouth! There was NO WAY that I was going to let this one end early... I had been fantasizing about this for months by now, and I was going to enjoy it. She took off her wet panties, and I made her get on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed. She lay her head down on the bed, putting her ass in the air for me as I knelt behind her. She has such a perfect ass...I took a moment to admire it, sliding my hands all over it, giving it a gentle slap. Molly gasped and tensed...then smiled at me. She wasn't expecting the slap, but it was obvious that she enjoyed it. She teased her dripping pussy with her fingers as she rocked back and forth on her knees, lightly waving her tight little teen ass and cunt at me...never taking her eyes off me, knowing it was turning me on beyond belief, just inviting me to ravage her. The sight made my cock ache to be inside of her, but I wanted to make this last.

I dragged my tongue up her creamy inner thigh, tasting her juices that had started to run down her leg... I must have surprised her, because she froze for a moment and squealed in delight. I slowly continued up her leg until I was staring at her hot cunt. She eased back, silently begging me to keep going...her eyes shut tight with anticipation. I lightly brushed her swollen, wet lips with my fingertips, making her gasp and shudder as if my touch was electric. I kept rubbing her pussy, dipping a finger inside while my other hand massaged her clit. Soon, Molly was writhing with each touch, and just when I thought she couldn't stand it anymore, I slid in a second digit. "Oh my GOD...please don't stop..." she moaned, as she moved against my strokes. The thought of stopping almost made me laugh. Molly had absolutely no idea how much sexual tension I had built up for this exact moment...how many nights I had jerked off to the thought of what I was doing right now...or how hard of a fucking she was going to get from me. Stop? HELL NO.

She was almost in an opiate state by now...eyes closed, mouth agape. Almost exactly the same way I was when she was sucking me off. I kissed her now dripping pussy, lightly, just before I slid my tongue between her warm, wet folds. "Oh yesss Jay! Oh yeah...eat my pussy!" she hissed. My tongue danced across her clit, circling it and diving in and out of her. My fingers were covered in her juices, so I smeared some on her tight asshole, lubing it up so I could slide a finger in as I ate at her cunt. The sensation of my finger penetrating her ass as I greedily lapped at her pussy sent her over the edge. "Oh fuck I'm cumming!" she kept whispering as she got closer to her first earth-shattering orgasm for the night. She buried her face into the bed, to muffle her loud moans as the warm waves of pleasure coiled like a spring inside of her, and then exploded, making her spasm uncontrollably with each touch. I stopped teasing her with my tongue once her orgasm subsided, and she collapsed onto her stomach. "Holy shit..." she said through trembling lips... "that's never happened to me before...never that good..." I knew that she had a couple of boyfriends since she had started having sex, but it was now obvious that she had never had her first real orgasm until now. Mixed feelings of pride and shame kept welling up inside me knowing that I had spoiled her for all other men, but that she was still my cousin. Her older cousin Jay would forever be a measuring stick for anyone else that she allowed in her bed...and I wasn't even through with her yet. "Let's see what else you can do!" She beamed, with new excitement and returned energy.

She rose back up onto her hands and knees, offering me that perfect ass again. "If your mouth can do that, I can't wait to see what you do to me with that dick!" she said in a lustful, husky tone. She didn't have to tell me twice. My cock had been twitching all night, aching for that invitation. I got behind her and slid the head of my cock up and down her wet snatch, which was now practically dripping from her orgasm, plus my saliva from eating her out. I kept teasing her, getting the tip of my throbbing dick slick with our fuck juice mixture. "Oh please stop teasing me and put it in" she begged through a whisper. I slowly eased my cock inside of her cunt, letting the head slip past her warm, wet lips. I kept gently easing it inside of her until she was taking my entire length, letting my balls rest against her. I didn't move for a second after that...partly because I wanted her tight pussy to get used to my cock, but more because it felt like heaven.

I let my hands rest on her hips as I slowly eased out of her tight hole...only to guide my cock all the way back inside, taking long, gentle strokes at first. I was savoring every second that I was inside of her hot teen cunt. To Molly's delight, I started to quicken my pace after a bit, getting faster with each stroke. She began to buck against me, welcoming each thrust as we slapped together. I slid one hand underneath her and began massaging her swollen clit in slow, rhythmic circles as I pumped my cock in and out of her. She was having a hard time stifling her moans...it was driving her insane. "Oh yesss Jay! Fuck me...Fuck me HARD!" she demanded through clenched teeth.

Those 3 words did me in. I grabbed her by her shoulders and started slamming my cock into her hard and fast. I leaned over and growled "You wanna get fucked hard? Yeahhh...You like it when I fuck you HARD." along with a string of other filthy obscenities as I bit her earlobe. All she could do was wail in pleasure, which was fine by me. At that point in time, I could care less what her answer would have been. My lust that had been building for months, coupled with her slutty command, turned our taboo sex into pounding, primal fucking. I was pulling her back by her hair, slapping her ass, and every other dirty thing I could think of. I was so lost in the moment that I barely noticed Molly burying her face in the pillow, muffling her screams of pleasure as her second orgasm hit her.

Watching, hearing, and seeing Molly cum sent me to the edge...I could feel my balls tighten with each thrust. "I'm gonna cum!" I said as I could feel my own orgasm getting closer. "Don't do it inside me! You can't get me pregnant!" I pulled out of her...Molly's words stung the reality of the fact that I was still fucking my cousin back into me for a moment. "I want you to cum all over my tits anyway." she said as she knelt before me and took my cock back into her mouth. Needless to say, I very quickly forgot about said reality.

She moaned, enjoying the taste of her own juices as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. She used one hand to play with my balls while she pumped my dick with the other, trying to milk the cum out of me. It didn't take long...she sure knew how to suck a cock! I tensed up for a moment...then exploded. She took the first couple of jets in her mouth. Once she realized that I was cumming, she popped it out of her mouth and started jacking me off, letting my hot, sticky sperm dump all over her chest. I felt like I'd never stop cumming...I coated her tits until my load started to drip down her belly. Once I had finished, my light-headedness and weakened knees became painfully evident, and I collapsed onto the bed.

Molly took a moment to clean herself up before she got back into bed with me. She curled up next to me and put her head on my chest as she draped her arm across me. We sat there for a moment, enjoying the heat still being emitted from our naked skin. "You do realize that we can't tell anyone about this, right?" Molly said. "Yeah. We probably shouldn't have done it." I sighed in reply. There was an awkward silence. "Mmmm...but we did...and it was SOOO great!" laughed Molly. I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one feeling that way. As wrong as the situation had been, it was the hottest sex I had ever had to date. "Yeah. Looks like the family reunions just got a hell of a lot more interesting!" I laughed back. Molly turned and gazed into my eyes. They were sparkling at me again. "Our little secret?" she asked. "Our little secret." I affirmed. "What our family doesn't know won't hurt them, right?"

"Right." she said with a huge grin. We shared one more slow, long, soft kiss. After that, we spent the rest of the night holding each other, letting the sound and rhythm of our breathing lull us to sleep.

The next day we had to part ways. It was time for all of us to go home. Molly and I did our real goodbyes upstairs, long before the customary hugging and handshaking all family members did before they took off. After we took a shower together, we spent most of our morning groping each other and stealing kisses when my other 2 cousins weren't looking. When we finally did say goodbye, we embraced tightly, knowing that we now had a bond different from anyone else in our lives, family or otherwise.

We vowed to stay in touch afterwards. Of course, that never works as good as planned. I got busy with work, she had her life to live, so the communication line broke down slowly. But she haunted my thoughts constantly after that...I would always recall that night in New Orleans whenever I was feeling horny. A month or so passed, and I figured that I wouldn't see her for another 8 years, until my phone rang one day. "Hello?" I answered. "Jason?" asked a familiar voice on the other end. "Speaking." I said back. "Hey! It's Molly! My brother's getting married in June, and he wanted to see if you could come up! You could stay with me..."



Taboo Fantasy



For the past 3 and a half years I have been screwing my wife's Mum and have written about a few episodes on literotica (Mother lust). We started when she was 64 and she is now 67 and we usually have just one session a week. However at the same time I am happily married to her eldest daughter Liz and we too have a great sex life and thankfully she has never found out about her Mum and me although I think she has sometimes been suspicious about her mother's behaviour. A few times in the past she has mentioned how her Mum seems to be flirting with me or wearing something sexy or on a couple of occasions when we have been on holiday, she has asked me what I thought of her Mum wearing a bikini. Each time I have been a good husband and said basically that I didn't notice anything.

However on Saturday night things took a strange and unusual turn and if you think further down the page this is going to end up in a husband, wife, mother threesome then you are wrong. That is a wonderful fantasy, this is fact but just as horny as far as I am concerned.

This past weekend in England we had fabulous weather and mys invited us to their home for a barbeque. The four of us sat in the garden and slapped on the sun screen. Both Liz and Georgie, my mother in law, wore shorts and bikini tops and we just sat around chatting and eating once Ken had cooked a few sausages and some chicken. Now my mother in law has a nice large set of tits, (36D) and it is hard not to notice them encased in a thin non padded cream coloured bikini top. Her nipples were clearly visible under the material and although I have seen them many times plus kissed them and sucked them, it was still hard for me not to get hard, if you get my meaning.

Anyway at the end of the evening, which was very uneventful, Liz and I went home, watched TV for a while and then got ready to go to bed.

Whilst I was in the bathroom, I heard the tell tell tone of Liz's vibrator. When I walked into the bedroom, she was lying on our bed naked and she was rubbing the tip of the vibrator up and down her labia. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was obviously in ecstasy. Watching my wife (and my mother) masturbate gives me a huge amount of pleasure and for a few minutes I just stood back and took in what I was watching. Liz opened her pussy lips with her other hand and held them open as she slowly inserted the vibrator into her moist cunt. She fucked herself slowly and started to pant and moan slightly as her excitement grew. With the expertise that perhaps only a woman has, she brought herself to the edge of her orgasm, before adjusting the vibrator speed up to maximum and then thrusting it in and out of her extremely fast and hard for about 30 seconds. Liz's cum squirted from her cunt as she panted louder and faster.

When she relaxed, she opened her eyes and looked toward me. I was, as you might expect, wanking myself off.

"Thought you might like a little show," she said.

I stepped toward the bed, let go of myself and started to touch her, first her breasts, then down to her shaven pussy and eventually pushing 3 fingers into her.

"Come and fuck me darling," she said.

And that is exactly what I did.

Afterwards we lay in each other's arms and she was obviously still feeling horny, as she caressed my limp cock and kissed me passionately.

She then pulled back and looked me straight in the eye,

"Did I see you ogling my Mum's tits this afternoon?"

I laughed nervously,

"The only tits I was ogling were yours babe."

"Mmmm I don't think so, only I definitely saw you having a good look."

I decided the best course of action was to kiss her again and then we cuddled a bit more.

After a few minutes of quiet she said,

"Do you think my Mum is attractive?"

I half laughed "Well for her age I suppose, she certainly seems to look after herself, but not that I had really noticed."

"She's got a thing for you though, that's obvious," Liz said, "I'm sure she doesn't wear that bikini for my Dad's benefit."

"Don't be daft, it was hot, she just wanted to get a tan, their off to Spain next month, she obviously doesn't want to look like a typical Brit when she is there."

"Mmmm so you say, but I think she likes flaunting her boobs in front of you, I mean at one point her nipples were sticking out so much, she could have had someone's eye out."

I was getting a bit nervous at this point and started to fondle my wife's tits, but that was the wrong move too, or so I thought at the time.

"I think she is just trying to tempt you, by showing you that her boobs are so much bigger than mine, I expect given the choice you'd rather be fondling her huge titties now rather than these," Liz said.

"Don't be silly babe, I love your tits, always have, always will do."

"But I saw you looking, and if you were looking then deep down you must want to have a feel, tell me, I won't be angry, but if you had the chance would you fondle my Mum like you are fondling me now?"

The fact that Liz was talking this way couldn't help but get me excited and I felt my cock start to grow again and as I was pressed up against her, so did she.

"You horny bastard," she said. She pulled back and looked down at my now erect cock, "This is turning you on, thinking about my Mum's boobs."

"It's just you talking dirty like this, that always turns me on," I said, but even to me it sounded pathetic.

"Yeah but the reality is that thinking about my Mum's big tits has got you excited. I'm not stupid. I bet if she gave you half the chance, you'd have your hands all over her."

No reply.

Liz reached down for my cock and this time in her horny seductive way said, "So would you like to a nice feel of my Mum's tits? Would you like to fondle them and kiss them and suck those erect nipples of hers?"

I couldn't believe she was talking like this, but it was driving me nuts and I could feel the pre-cum seeping from me and so could she as she played with my cock.

I continued to fondle her tits and Liz then said, "You can pretend they are hers if that is what you want, they are not as big in reality, but in your filthy mind they can be."

Her voice was so husky and dripping with filth that it was easy to get lost in what was happening and then I just blurted out,

"Oh Georgie your tits are amazing." I then dived down and started to lick and suck Liz's tits.

My wife gasped in pleasure and as I went to work on her tits with my mouth, my fingers went to work on her pussy.

"Oh babe I knew you wanted her boobs, suck them for me darling," she gasped.

As I licked and kissed and sucked I continued happily with the game telling "Georgie" how fantastic her tits were. The more I mentioned her Mum's name, the wetter my wife's pussy got and she was literally flooding the bed. 

After a few minutes, Liz pulled me up and started to kiss me, she was really panting heavily now and was as horny as I had seen her in a while.

"Tell me what you want to do to my Mum," she demanded.

She continued to kiss and lick my face as I told her how horny her Mum made me feel, how I couldn't take my eyes off her tits that afternoon and then how I wish she had been wearing bikini bottoms so I could see the outline of her cunt.

Both of us were caught up in the heat of passion and even though I was thinking that in an hour Liz will have calmed down and feel guilty and might even be slightly angry, I knew that as long as I didn't let slip that my thoughts had actually been actions over the past 3 years I'd be okay. We often played out sex fantasises, especially her favourite of getting fucked by 2 or 3 guys all at once, but we both knew they were just that and would never happen. I thus felt fairly safe, but this was by far the best fantasy ever.

"I bet her pussy was really wet this afternoon when she knew you were looking at her, do you think?" Liz said.

"Mmmm I did note she went off to the loo for quite a while, I bet she was rubbing herself off."

Liz grunted loudly at that and I felt another squirt of cum pass my fingers.

"You'd like to have been there for that, wouldn't you, you horny sod, watch her frig herself off first and then pee all over you too."

This was just amazing and I just agreed to everything my wife said.

"Would you like to drink her piss like you drink mine?" Liz said between gasps and pants.

"Oh yes babe, I'd love your Mum to piss in my mouth and then I'd like to share it with you."

Lots more cum for that and lots of groaning and panting.

"Would you then fuck her, would you like to screw my Mum?"

" Mmmm love to."

"Up her cunt? up her arse?"

"Mmmmm every hole darling whilst you watch."

"Do you want to fuck us both at the same time, her first then me?"

"Oh yes."

I knew that I couldn't hold back much longer and I climbed on top of Liz.

"Fuck my Mum babe," she groaned.

And so I did, calling out Georgie's name (I have in the past let my wife fantasise about men we know and pretend they are fucking her as I use her sex toys on her, but this was the first ever time I have used another woman's name when we have had sex).

Even after I shot my spunk inside Liz, I continued to hump her until both of us were bathed in sweat and physically spent.

For a while neither of us said a thing and I knew from experience that after Liz was spent of all her passion that she felt bad about some of our fantasises and so I was expecting a negative reaction. However she reached for me and held me tightly.

"That was so bad," she said.

"Yeah we did get a bit carried away."

"You enjoyed it though you horny sod," she said and giggled. "I don't know fancy wanting to screw a 67 year old woman."

"It's your fault," I said "You were the one who started it. I just got caught up in all that dirty talk."

"Yeah but it started because you couldn't take your eyes off my Mum's tits today."

I held her close again and hoped that the topic would go away.

Eventually she pulled back from my arms and kissed me passionately.

"It was the best fantasy and sex we've had for ages though, I'm not angry with you. I always get a bit jealous when I catch you looking at other women but today it sort of turned me on. I can't explain why, perhaps its because I don't feel threatened by my own Mum, even when you mentioned fucking us both at the same time, the mental image made me feel wild. Anyway babe I'd be happy to do that again, as long as it all stays in this bedroom."

I ran my hands over my wife's body, "You're a naughty girl," I said "But if you want that to be just one of our fantasises then it is okay with me."

"No, I can tell it drives you wild, as well as me, so we'll do it again."

She then started to turn over but looked back over her shoulder and said,

"So I don't mind you ogling her, as long as it is discreetly, but I don't want to catch you at it with her, because I think that is what she wants, so eyes only lover boy."

Oppps!



Taboo, For Two Please



Slumped against the wall, Mariah's grey-greens were focused across the cave toward the adjoining tunnel. Her flawless countenance was a blank slate; her tousled coffee-hued curls tumbled haphazardly around her face, shoulders, and upturned lapel. Both gloved hands were, per usual, in the pockets of her worn leather jacket, and one booted leg was languidly crossed in front of the other, lending to the eighteen-year-old's casual air.

Across the cave, just to the side of the tunnel, stood a man – tall, with close-cropped mahogany hair and a pair of smoldering cobalt eyes. These eyes were on her. Mine... His back rested against the wall of the cavern, thick muscular arms folded over his tapered, chiseled torso. He was clad in perfect fitting, army-issued trousers, a loose-hanging red sweater, and a pair of recently shined black boots. His name was, is Vauhn Locke-Delaney.

Mariah lofted her chin slightly, gazing across the cave at the other, a ghost of a smirk on her full lips. Haughtily, a brow – her left – rose in silent taunting. "Ge' over i', pith'suk," drawled the femme lycanthrope after a heady moment of quiet. "I'm no' let'in' y'go jus' ye'..."

Vauhn pushed away from the uneven rock wall, and strode leisurely toward the younger. Halting just a foot from Mari, he replied just as arrogantly, "Oh? Is that so?" A self-assured grin appeared on his bow-shaped lips.

"Yeh, tha's righ'," the eighteen-year-old slurred, her left eyes narrowing subtly. She lifted her chin scant degrees more; even such, she looked awkwardly up at Vauhn, who was just over a foot taller than her.

"Why?" It was a taunt, a singular syllable spoken to urge honest rebuttal. "Why won't you let me yet?" This last word was heavily stressed.

The werewolf slowly took in a deep breath through her nose, exhaled. Abruptly, her left arm shot out, gloved digits balled into a fist. Her aim – his previously wounded shoulder - a mark from one of her own daggers. Hand connects, a feral growl erupting from her full lips before being muffled by grit teeth.

She gained extreme satisfaction upon seeing Vauhn's face contort with the fresh pain. "Damned, schau'trasse," he spat. Swallowing, he stumbled back a step with the force of her well-aimed blow. Forcing the pained expression from his countenance, he expelled a labored breath. Unfolding his arms, one large hand lifted upward, digits sought and found the female's slim wrist.

Mariah's grey-greens widened slightly with the renewed physical contact, and, enraged, her other fist departed her side to swing upward. Coldly, she managed to say, "Le'go o'me!"

However, the soldier was expecting the additional punch, and his free hand easily captured her much-smaller one, a smirk displayed on her face. "Not so fast, schau'trasse," came his rich voice, tinged with huskiness.

Façade flickering, fading fast, Mariah glared up at Madison's brother. Fuming, her knee of her right leg darted up till her thigh was steeper than parallel with the ground. 

It met Vauhn's groin with passionate ire; he growled, hunching forward. Still, though, he did not release the werewolf; instead, his grip on her pale appendages tightening savagely.

This brought a soft, quickly disguised whimper into Mariah's upturned lapel. With renewed anger, the coffee-maned beauty's grey-greens flashed darkly, and in a very immature manner, she spat at him. Quite literally. At the same time, she jerked her arms backward.

It would take more than a few good blows to break through the soldier's resistance against reciprocating harm. Ignoring the saliva oozing down his check, he stepped forward, forcing Mariah's back flush to the wall. He easily pinned her forearms to the rock on either side of her head. "Keep trying, schau'trasse," he said slowly, his face hovering only a handful of inches above hers.

Mariah bared her elongated eyeteeth, her grey-greens darkening with more than just anger. "Pith'suk, yeh f'ge' – yer on my territ'ry now. Yer no' 'ome anymore..."

"Don't you ever just shut up?" he asked, mildly annoyed. He moved closer, keeping her pinned with his own body.

"All yeh men are th'same," she retorted. "Yeh all jus' wan' a girl t'shuddup so's y'can feck 'er in peace."

Rather than reply spitefully, Vauhn's bow-shaped lips dipped down and crushed Mariah's full ones.

Mariah struggled against the passionate kiss only a second or two before she welcomed it, parting her lips to chase after his tongue with her own. He loosened his grip on her wrists just enough to guide her hands around his neck, then his own hands lowered, and snuck into the bulk of her jacket.

Suddenly, she moved her hands to his shoulders, and broke the kiss, pushing him away. "Wha' th'ell are we doin'?" she slurred breathily, her grey-greens glazed over with a mixture of lust and confusion.

Vauhn's cobalt eyes partially opened, a sly smile tilting his lips. "I don't know," he began, "but I don't want it to stop." He stooped down, and recaptured her mouth.



Taboo Hypnosis 02



This story shares a theme with the first one but it does not involve the same characters, again all characters are at least eighteen years of age and it should be treated as a fantasy. 

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Sabina was a wife and mother of two, eighteen and nineteen, she had just turned forty, and she was frustrated, sexually. Her husband Colin was a wonderful man in every respect, loving, kind, thoughtful, able to compromise, but could stick to his guns when necessary and provided a good living, except for one thing in the past five years his interest in sex had decreased alarmingly. They hadn't been screwing like rabbits, but it was good sex and usually when she wanted. Suddenly five years ago something changed and it became only when he felt up to it, once or twice during the week, weekends and special occasions, but she adapted to it. Later it became once during the week and other off times, later still only on weekends and special occasions. A year ago it had become once a month and sometimes special occasions, it was driving her nuts. 

Sabina couldn't figure out what had changed, it couldn't be her, she thought as she looked in the mirror. She was forty but she had long lustrous blonde hair, deep blue eyes, medium sized breasts that had only a slight sag and as for her figure, she actually looked better than she had five years ago. Hours at the gym and a well-planned diet had seen to that and twenty-two pounds later she was happy with what she saw. But what then, had he changed as he had gotten older, however she was still deeply in love with him. She considered, he hasn't gotten a new secretary in almost ten years and it seems more like he's lost interest in sex rather than her. 

Her phone alarm went off and she remembered her class was starting soon and she had to leave or be late. Sabina was taking classes at the local community college, but this wasn't one of them, this was a course on hypnotism given privately in a separate building. Sabina didn't really have an interest in hypnotism, but the woman giving the class, whom she had met at the college, gave such a good pitch that she couldn't resist and had now been taking the course for months and was thoroughly enjoying herself. Especially as she found that she had a knack hypnotizing for people. Sabina sat in the front as usual as she didn't want to miss anything, however throughout the class her mind wandered and she just couldn't focus, before she knew it the class was over. As she was collecting her stuff someone approached her and she hoped it wasn't one the guys in the class trying to hypnotize her, the last one wasn't attractive and had ended up hypnotizing himself. However to her relief it was just the teacher. 

"Hi, Miss Collier, how are you?" Miss Collier smiled and sat on the table. 

"Sabina you're normally one of my most attentive students, what's wrong?" Sabina sat eyes wide for a moment before answering. 

"It's fine just busy, busy." She tried to stand, but Miss Collier put a gently hand on her shoulder and made eye contact. Sabina knew that Miss Collier was the type to get what she wanted, without hypnotism. "I'm just having some communication problems with my husband, that's all." The hand was unwavering and Sabina knew she wasn't leaving until she answered fully. "It started about five years ago we've been...having less and less sex, it's been almost a month and it's driving me nuts." Sabina couldn't believe that she had just told a near stranger such an intimate detail of her personal life, but she had been bursting to tell someone. Miss Collier showed no reticence to give her opinion. 

"Hypnotize him, he'll tell you what's wrong and then you can get him to give you what you want, because clearly there's nothing wrong with you." Miss Collier smiled at Sabina's blushing face. 

"Hypnotize my husband? I can't hypnotize him." Miss Collier shook her head. 

"You can, you are a very good student, and if you're worried that you can't do that to him, then you think about how you could help him sleep better, manage stress better or improve his memory." Sabina sat quietly thinking about this, when she realized that Miss Collier had stood and was walking to her desk. Sabina was lost in thought as she stood to leave. When she arrived back home, she was alone, the rest of her family would be home throughout the day. Sabina sat in her room and thought about what she had discussed with Miss Collier. She realized that Miss Collier was right, hypnotism was the answer, but she was not so confident that she could hypnotize her husband. While she wondered what to do, she heard the front door, meaning her son had come home and her mind realized a plan. Hypnotize her son as practice for hypnotizing her husband. Sabina felt better than she had in some time as she walked to her son's room and knocked. There was some shuffling before he responded. 

"Yes?" His voice sounded a bit strained. Sabina smiled as she realized that he was probably masturbating. 

"Aden, can I come in? There's something I would like to talk to you about." Again more shuffling as he hesitated. "Aden, honey I need to talk to you, I'm coming in." Sabina entered his room to find him covered in a blanket and blushing furiously.  

"Yes, mom?" He flinched when she sat down on the bed. 

"I know telling you not to be embarrassed won't help, but I am concerned about your grades dropping. You had a fight with Leann didn't you?" He nodded. "Honey, I can help you, with hypnosis, will you let me?" 

"Can you mom, really?" Sabina nodded. "Yes, mom, what do I do?" 

"Just relax and listen to the sound of my voice." Aden lay back although clearly nervous. "Feel yourself going deeper and deeper, at peace." Soon she heard his breathing become smooth and even, shallower than it had been, with a start she realized that he wasn't asleep, but rather in a hypnotic trance. "Aden, why are you so stressed?" 

"Because I don't want to disappoint you or dad and Leann isn't very sympathetic, she thinks all I want is sex and I just want to listen." 

"From now on just concentrate on doing your best and don't worry about disappointing us, we are very proud of you." Sabina was about to bring him out of his trance when she caught herself looking at the blanket and what she realized was a bulge, not a wrinkle. Feeling unusually naught and very horny Sabina decided to take the plunge. "Aden, remove the blanket." He did so without hesitation, revealing that he had his shirt on and his shorts were askew as if he had hastily pulled them up, but the bulge was apparent. "Take off your clothes." Again he did so without hesitation revealing a fit eighteen year old body that had good definition and skin that was just lighter than medium. Her eyes quickly went to his groin, he was fully erect, with a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. The cock was at least seven inches, larger than his father. Sabina couldn't help herself as she leaned down to taste his pre-cum, it was delicious. To hell with it, she thought, as long as I don't actually have sex it's okay. 

"From now on when I put my hand on your shoulder and call you "sugar", you will return to this trance state, do you understand?" Aden's response was in a monotone that momentarily startled her. 

"Yes, mommy." Sabina felt herself reconsidering ever hypnotizing him, when she was his laptop became curious about what he watched to get off. The page didn't look even risqué much less pornographic, then she realized that he must have moved another window in the way. She minimized the window and she saw that underneath was a page with a paused video, it showed two women, mostly dressed and kissing. Sabina was momentarily shocked, but decided to watch the video anyway. The women continued their kissing as Sabina activated full-screen, now with a better view she realized that one looked barely legal, the same age as her daughter Adria, but the other looked about her age. Sabina checked the title and realized that it referred to women her age seducing teenage girls for sex. Her first thought was to stop watching, but the wat the two were kissing was strangely compelling and she realized, arousing as well. 

The two women were clearly into each other and highly aroused giving a franticness to their kissing, however they didn't seem in much of a hurry. At last they broke the kiss to finish taking their shirts off only to get right back to their kissing. However they continued to undress without stopping the kiss, it was clear to Sabina that they were probing each other's mouths with their tongues. At last they were naked and the older woman directed the younger woman to lean back on the couch and the older woman got down on her hand and knees to lick the other's pussy. Sabina put a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp. The older woman was patient as she licked the younger woman's lips and even spared a lick for her clit. Time passed and the younger woman's moaning got louder, her breathing faster, until she seemed to cum. The older woman, very much dominating the situation, but in a sensual way, directed the younger woman to the floor and she sat on the couch with her legs open. The younger woman on her knees, began to return the favor on the older woman. When the older woman seemed to cum, Sabina though it was over when she realized the video still had about half left and wondered what would happen next. After a moment to recover the older woman stood up, told the teen to stay put and left the room. 

When she returned, Sabina's eyes felt as if they would pop out of her head, the woman had a cock. On closer examination it turned out to be strapped to her, but it looked fairly real. The older woman approached the teen who was still on her knees and pushed the fake cock into her mouth. The action switched back and forth between the teen giving a sensual blowjob and the older woman fucking her mouth as if it were a pussy. After a little while the older woman directed the younger woman to bend over the couch and the older woman thrust the cock into her pussy. The older woman began to thrust harder and harder as the teen moaned. The final act was for the older woman to pull out, remove the strapon and to bend slightly and spread her ass cheeks. The teen returned to her knees, licking the older woman's pussy and even up to her anus. The scene ended with the two women sitting on the couch kissing once again. Sabina was now so wet she didn't care anymore. 

"Sugar you will call me mistress while in this trance. Now on your knees." Aden complied, cock still hard and pointing to the ceiling. Sabina sat on the bed facing him and spread her legs. "Use your tongue and lips to pleasure me until I cum, stroke yourself, but don't cum until I say." Aden scooted into position and lowered his head into position. Aden was enthusiastic as soon as his tongue tasted her, licking with energy if not skill. Sabina didn't care, her husband had never gone down on her and few boyfriends before him had either. She found herself moaning softly as his tongue occasionally found a sensitive place and she even whimpered a bit when he sucked her clit. She was amazed, but guessed that watching porn had probably shown where things were if not how sex really worked. At last she found herself feeling like she would explode and came loudly. 

After her breathing had returned to normal she looked down at Aden's face covered in her juices and a thought struck her. Sabina leaned down to lick some of the juices off his face and liked the taste, she had soon cleaned his face, even his lips, and wanted more. Sabina scooped up the juices from between her lips, but soon this was too awkward and she was becoming quite sensitive. Her attention returned to Aden, still stroking his cock and looking increasingly uncomfortable. "Cum for me, sugar." He let out a loud moan as he seemed to explode and the cum seemed to be everywhere. Sabina tasted some, but resisted the urge to clean him with her tongue. "Clean up and get dressed, you will only remember what happened when you are in a trance, also remember that regardless of what I get up to, you act completely normal and ignore me." Sabina left, shocked at her behavior, but feeling better than she had in months. Sabina returned to her room to wait for her husband, however she found her thoughts turning to the video she had watched. Her thoughts were also starting to include her daughter. What would it be like to do those things with her daughter? Now feeling really wet Sabina decided that she would do it, she would hypnotize her daughter for sex. She waited until her daughter came home and went to her room. Sabina knocked softly. 

"Yes?" 

"Can I come in Adria?" 

"Sure mom." Sabina entered to find her daughter sitting at her desk, brow furrowed, books on the desk and tension in her shoulders. Sabina walked over to her daughter putting her hand on her shoulder. 

"Still struggling with psych." Adria nodded. "I could hypnotize you, I used it to help Aden. What do you think?" Adria sat back and considered before turning back to her mom. 

"Can you really, mom? Please I have a test on Monday and I'm scared I'll fail it." Sabina nodded and gestured to the bed. 

"It will be easier if you relax on the bed." Adria nodded and lay on the bed. "Now listen to my voice, it's not important what I say, just listen to the sound and don't fight just go with it." Sabina continued until Adria's breathing became shallow and she now knew this meant that Adria was in a trance. "From now on you will carefully study for psych and when you need it, you will remember the information accurately. Whenever I put my hand on your shoulder and call you my "sweet honey" you will return to this trance state and call me mistress. While in this trance state you will remember, but when you are not in this trance you will not remember what happens in the trance. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, mistress." 

"Good, undress honey." Adria quickly undressed revealing her tight teen body with breasts that were a bit small, but would probably grow larger in time. When Adria removed her panties Sabina got a shock as she saw that her daughter was hairless between her legs, at first she thought there just wasn't much hair and what hair was there was merely faint due to its light color. However a closer look revealed that Adria was in fact shaved. "Honey, how long have you been shaving between your legs?" 

"Since I was fifteen, I saw one of Aden's porn magazines and decided to try it and when I touch myself it feels amazing, so I kept it." Sabina smiled, all the things that she was learning about her children. 

"Get on your knees and pleasure me, honey." Sabina sat on the bed with her legs spread as Adria kneeled on the floor and started to pleasure her. Her tongue was like an electric shock, Aden may have had enthusiasm, but Adria had skill, Sabina momentarily wondered whether it was from experience or if it was because Adria was a woman. Adria's tongue varied its speed and angle and stopped occasionally on her clit. Sabina couldn't believe what she had been missing, first by not having anyone go down on her and second by not having another woman go down on her. Sabina was riding higher and higher as Adria's tongue moved all over her pussy, the clit, on the lips, between them and all around. At last she couldn't take it anymore and moaned as she came all over her daughter's face. Sabina felt herself struggling not to pass out from the force of the orgasm. When at last her breathing returned to normal, Sabina looked down at her daughter. 

"That was wonderful honey, now up on the bed on your hands and knees." Now, thought Sabina, I think it's time to try another woman and see how she tastes. Sabina climbed onto the bed behind her daughter on her knees. She lowered her head and found that her daughter was already wet as she extended her tongue to have a taste. It was similar to her own taste, but it was actually sweeter and she eagerly began to lick it up, searching the folds and crevices for more. Adria's response was to moan with increasing volume as Sabina continued and to thrust her hips back into Sabina's tongue. Soon she began to tense up and Sabina realized that she about to cum and she stopped. Adria whimpered in disappointment, but didn't say anything. "Honey do you have any sex toys?" 

"Yes, mistress." Sabina didn't know if she should be shocked or not. 

"Get them and lay them on the bed." Adria went to her closet and laid three items on the bed. One was obviously a vibrator about six inches and not too thick, the second to Sabina's surprise was a strapon, the kind with a dildo on both sides so that the wearer also has one in her pussy, however the third item was a mystery. It looked like a dildo, but was smaller than the vibrator and was flat at the base. "Honey, what is this?" Sabina held up the curious object to her daughter. 

"A butt plug, for opening up the ass for anal sex." Sabina's eyes went wide. 

"Have you used it?" 

"Yes, I always use it when I masturbated, I leave it in until I cum." Shocked as she was Sabina was also feeling wet. 

"Have you had anal sex?" Adria shook her head. 

"No, I haven't found a guy worth giving that virginity to." Sabina handed the plug to Adria. 

"Show me." Adria took the plug and slid it slowly into her mouth as she stroked her pussy. When she was satisfied she leaned back and pressed it to her anus. Slowly it entered and Adria moaned as she continued to stroke her pussy. When it was all the way in Sabina picked up the strapon. 

"Don't cum. Now, honey show me how to put this on, I'm going to fuck you." Saying this caused a tremor to go through Sabina. Again Adria whimpered at not being able to cum, but helped Sabina to insert the dildo into her pussy and tightened the straps. Once it was tight Sabina marveled at how she almost felt as if she had her own cock. 

"Bend over." Adria got into position and Sabina slid the strapon over her pussy, moaning as this produced reactions in the dildo inserted into her own pussy. Sabina soon inserted into Adria's pussy and moved slowly until she was all the way in, when she started thrusting. They were now both moaning and Sabina felt as if she almost had a real cock inside a tight teen pussy. Sabina continued thrusting until both tensed up moaning harder than before. Sabina gave one final thrust as both came loudly, Sabina leaned over Adria's back as both panted hard and tried to recover from her orgasm. Standing up slowly Sabina began to undo the straps and removed the strapon. Sabina was about to leave, but now that she was breathing normally, she was still horny. Leaning over the bed she turned to Adria. 

"Honey, on your knees, lick me until I cum." Adria moved to the floor, although slowly due to the plug in her ass, then she put her mouth to Sabina's pussy. Sabina felt herself gushing as Adria licked her, but Sabina decided to try something else. "Honey, move up to my butthole and tongue that too." Adria's tongue licked up Sabina's pussy until she reached her anus, where her tongue licked across, around it and pushed to enter it. Sabina felt as if she was entering a new realm of pleasure and moaned. Soon Sabina felt Adria's tongue entering her ass and she couldn't hold it in anymore, she came hard. Sabina lay forward on the bed for a moment, before standing up and turning to Adria. 

"Honey, have you used that strapon?" 

"Yes, mistress, my friend Yuki has let me use it on her twice and she loved it." 

"Is she the reason that you're so good at licking pussy?" 

"Yes, we usually take turns, but we have tried a sixty-nine." Sabina was about to leave it at that when a naughty idea struck her. 

"Honey, have you ever left the plug in after you were done?" 

"A couple of times I've inserted it in the morning and left it in ally day, I feel so naughty when I do." Sabina smiled at the idea forming in her mind. 




Taboo Hypnosis 02



"Leave the plug in and only take it out tomorrow morning. Now, honey clean up, especially your toys, and remember your instructions, including ignoring nudity and sex around here." 

"Yes, mistress." Sabina left the room feeling satisfied, but eager for when she would be along with her husband. Sabina considered how to approach her husband about hypnotizing him. While making dinner she despaired of being able to convince him, but then a though struck her, when in bed they usually talked, well she talked and he usually fell asleep. That would be perfect, talk him into a trance and then she could find out why he only wanted sex so rarely. 

That night Sabina lay in bed waiting for her husband. At last he arrived she was about ready to burst and launched into her day, minus the sex naturally. He nodded and occasionally said "uh-huh" as he usually did, but then he went quiet, sooner than usual. Sabina turned to him and listened to his breathing, it was shallow and even, just like her children had been, but she had to be sure. 

"Colin, can you hear me?" His voice came in the usual monotone that she had come to associate with those hypnotized and his breathing didn't change. 

"Yes, Sabina I hear you." Sabina smiled and almost cried out for joy. 

"From now on when you are in a trance you will call me mistress and only remember what happens in a trance when you are in a trance. When I take your hand and call you my "pet" you will return to this trance state. Any sex or nudity occurring you will ignore. Do you understand, pet?" 

"Yes, mistress." 

"Now, pet why are we having less and less sex, have you lost interest in me?" 

"No, mistress I am still as in love with you as ever, but these days I'm just so stressed and tired that it's hard to feel much interest in sex. Also I never had much interest to begin with, I mainly had sex for children and to make you happy." 

"From now on you will get enough sleep, you will find time to de-stress and you see the doctor about improving your health. Finally each day I will send you naughty photos of myself, you will enjoy, but be careful to prevent anyone from seeing, you will not touch yourself until we are alone. However you will think about what we will do when we are alone, feel free to fantasize and tell me about your fantasies." Sabina undressed as she thought about exactly what she wanted to do with him. 

"Undress, pet." As soon as he had undressed and returned to his position lying on the bed Sabina straddled his face. "Use your tongue and lips to get me off, pet." As she worked her pussy over his face, he used his lips to spread her lips and inserted his tongue into her pussy. From this position she felt his tongue reaching further into her pussy than anything but her fingers had. Sabina felt his tongue moving around in her pussy and moaned as she felt her orgasm approach. Sabina rode him harder until she felt her orgasm hit and settled down onto his face to catch her breath. She climbed off of him and noticed his cock was erect, while not as big as Aden, she still wanted it. 

Laying down on her stomach beside him she stroked his cock and took the head into her mouth. Sabina sucked and worked her way down the shaft, she had little experience, but he wasn't too thick, with patience she soon realized that her nose was nestled in his pubic hair. Smiling slightly Sabina started moving up and down his shaft, out until just the head was in her mouth, then all the way in. Colin's breathing became faster and he moaned occasionally, soon he was tensing up. 

Sabina stopped, worried that if he came too soon, he might not be able to get it up for hours, and she didn't want to wait. She let the cock slip from her mouth and moved to straddle him, then she reached behind to move his cock along her pussy, before carefully pushing it inside, she was so wet that it went in easily. Once it was all the way in she moaned feeling him fill her and then she began moving up and down thrusting him in and out of her. Sabina felt even better than when she was riding his face and rode him harder. She was soon lost feeling the cock fill her and her approaching orgasm. Sabina soon felt her orgasm crashing through her and she settled onto him leaning forward. When she was satisfied she climbed off of him, realizing as she did so that he had cum as well, she hadn't noticed in the midst of her own orgasm. Sabina cleaned them both and instructed Colin to dress. Sabina settled into bed and was soon asleep, happily content, knowing that the future was looking better again. 

The next day Sabina woke with a smile on her face, looking over she saw that her husband was still sleeping, she almost jumped as she saw the clock, but remembered that he had the day off, in fact everyone was home today. Sabina wasn't sure why her children weren't taking advantage of their day off to be with friends, but she didn't care at the moment. She realized that despite have sex with all three of them, she was now very horny. So, she decided that after a good breakfast she would have fun with them. 

As she prepared breakfast, a new thought occurred to her, why not have them all together? Sabina put new vigor into preparing breakfast. Once breakfast was ready she let them know to come down to eat. Breakfast was uneventful, the conversation didn't really interest Sabina as she was more concerned with what would happen later on. She only bothered to ask about their plans for the day and they indicated that they would be home all day. Finally breakfast was finished and once everything had been cleaned up, Sabina waited to be sure that each would be separate from one another. 

First she went to her son and put her hand on his shoulder calling him "sugar", she did the same with her daughter, calling her "honey" and finally she went to her husband, taking his hand and called him "pet". The instructions for all of them were the same, undress and wait in the master bedroom. Once she joined them in her room she began thinking, what did she want to do with them, she hadn't fantasized in years as she usually just thought about sex with her husband and they just had missionary. She began to think about the porn that her son had been watching and a though, if guys watch two women together, might a woman want to see two men together? 

"Sugar, pet kiss each other, with tongues, really get into it." Colin and Aden approached one another and began kissing, the use of their tongues obvious. Soon they were even embracing each other as well, seemingly lost in the passion. Sabina sat down on the bed, enjoying the show. "Sugar, pet start stroking each other as well and honey on your knees, my pussy needs attention from your tongue." Colin and Aden continued kissing as they stroked each other's cock and Adria sunk to her knees between Sabina's legs. Sabina felt the tongue exploring her pussy and put her hands to Adria's head as if to pull her tongue deeper. Sabina's juices flowed as Adria occasionally made contact wither her clit. As she watched the show before her, Sabina decided that she wanted them to go further. 

"Sugar, down on your knees, suck on pet's cock, but don't cum, pet." Aden sunk to his knees taking Colin's cock into his mouth, he was no expert, but he nonetheless continued to take it deeper into his mouth. Sabina felt her juices flowing as she watched her son take her husband's cock in his mouth, saliva dripping onto his chin. However it was soon not enough for her. 

"Sugar, lie down on the bed next to me and pet go down on him." Aden laid down on the bed next to her and Colin got down on his knees next to Adria and began working his son's cock into his mouth. Sabina watched and a though struck her. "Don't forget his ass pet." Colin's tongue trailed down Aden's cock and balls until he reached his ass, dipping his tongue inside. Soon he was going back and forth between sucking Aden's cock and tongue fucking his ass. Sabina couldn't decide which was hotter, two women having sex or two men and didn't really care. 

"Pet fuck him hard until you cum." Colin lined up his cock with Aden's ass and pushed, it didn't go in right away, but in time Aden's ass surrendered and the cock went in. Colin hesitated a moment after his cock was all the way in before thrusting in and out. Sabina moaned as she watched in amazement at her husband fucking their son's ass. Sabina continued to watch as Colin suddenly tensed up and made one last hard thrust into Aiden's ass, before pulling out. Sabina had a naughty thought. 

"Honey clean pet's cock and sugar's ass." Sabina was a little disappointed when Adria stopped licking, but enjoyed watching Adria cleaning Colin's cock. When she was convinced that his cock was clean she turned to Aden's ass and began sucking cum out of his ass, swallowing as she did so. Once she stopped, as he was clean, Sabina pulled her back to her pussy. 

"Continue honey, now pet on your hands and knees, sugar fuck him until you cum." Adria returned to licking her pussy and Colin got down on all fours, while Aden began working his cock into his ass. Just as with Aden's ass it didn't yield right away, but again it yielded and soon he was thrusting way into Colin's ass. Suddenly Sabina felt herself cumming and noticed Aden cumming as well. After she recovered from what felt like an explosive orgasm, Sabina got down onto her knees and took Aden's cock into her mouth swirling her tongue around it. When she was satisfied that he was clean she turned to her husband's ass sucking and swallowing. Sabina moaned, her son's cum was delicious and her husband's ass had its own delicious flavor. Sabina looked at her husband's ass and smiled. 

"Stand up sugar." Sabina lay down on the bed. "Sugar fuck me." Aden thrust into her hard. Sabina felt herself filled more completely than at any time in her life. Sabina moaned loudly as he thrust into her, it was incredible, but she wanted more. "Stop, sugar, pet, honey loosen up my ass." Aden pulled out and the other two used tongues and fingers to spread her ass wider. When she could stand it no longer she pushed them away. 

"Honey lie down next to me and pet go down on her. Sugar fuck my ass." Adria got into position and Colin went between her legs, tongue out, while Aden lined up his cock with her ass. Sabina's ass hurt but then the head popped in. The pain lessened as she began to feel really good. Then he pushed all the way in and the pleasure she felt before was nothing compared to this full feeling. 

Aden fill her ass more than he had filled her pussy, the feeling was beyond any other sexual pleasure that she had ever felt. Soon Sabina felt him swell inside and then he came, she felt his cum flowing into her. The feeling of his cum sent her over the edge. This orgasm was not like any other she had ever experienced, it was so powerful that as she opened her eyes she realized that she had passed out and the other three were looking at her for direction. 

"Clean up everyone and meet me in the living room." Once in the living room she decided that some changes were in order, after some basics for preventing pregnancy with their dates, she decided for some fun instructions. 

"Pet you work on renewing your sexual interest. Honey you will talk freely to me about your fantasies, and work on giving me new ideas to try when we're all together. Sugar you will turn your fantasies to me. Honey you will convince Yuki to let me hypnotize her. Finally none you will worry about modesty when only the four of us are here or I say otherwise." 

The End



Taboo Hypnosis 03



It is not necessary to read the first two parts to understand this story, they are standalone stories joined by a common theme, all characters are at least eighteen years of age and it is pure fantasy. This is a bit of departure for me as I prefer stories with dominant females, not dominant males, but I decided that I should go for a complete series and see how it went.

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Shiro struggled to keep quiet as he peeked through the crack in the door. He knew he shouldn't but, he couldn't resist, she was just so hot, she was his mom, Monique. She may not have been the hottest woman in the world, but he seemed to get hard every time he saw her, even if she wasn't undressing as she was now. Her skin and hair were dark, a deep brown, his own skin wasn't nearly as dark, his father was Japanese after all, but his far closer resemblance to his dad than his mom had left some question as to whether she was his mom or stepmom. However his father assured him that he had been born from Monique. Now she had started to remove her bra and he held his breath, even though he had seen this many times before, the nipples came into view, a deep brown like chocolate and he longed to taste them. The areola were about quarter sized and the nipples only jutted out a little. She set down the bra and she put both hands to the waistband of her panties and bent over as she started to lower them. Just before she revealed more than the top of her ass, he heard a sound and with a start realized that it was his sister and if he didn't move quickly he would be caught. Stifling a groan he returned to his room to take care of his erection, otherwise he would be up all day. 

Only stopping to lock his door he removed his boxers and laid on his bed. Shiro's hand quickly wrapped around his cock, just over seven inches, he had measured and began a slow and even stroke. He imagined his mom completely lowering her panties and turning to the door and crooking her finger to beckon him in. In his fantasy he enter her room and she pulled him into a kiss, which she quickly broke to go down on her knees to pull out his cock to insert it into her mouth. She sucked him deeper, her warm wet mouth engulfing him and her mouth seemed desperate to take his cum. As he stroked he felt his cock swell and inhaled sharply to avoid moaning out loud and come on his stomach. Shiro cleaned up and dressed for the day. Fortunately he only had one class and it was a fun one. 

The class wasn't at the school, it was given at the community center and it was on hypnosis. Shiro didn't really buy into hypnosis at first, but the teacher was hot and he thought it would be fun. Now though he knew hypnosis worked and he was actually good at it. True he did spend a good chunk of time ogling the teacher, but he was learning. However today he wasn't too interested, he was horny and while he wasn't a virgin, he hadn't had sex in over a year. Since high school, when he had a girlfriend, he had only messed around a few times. Shiro's attention was brought back to the present when the teacher, Miss Collier announced they were going to pair off and practice. Shiro was assigned to work with Samantha, a cute blonde girl a bit older than him, she wasn't plain, but she wasn't exactly starring in any of his fantasies. She tried to hypnotize him and he didn't fight it, but she just couldn't hypnotize him, he however easily managed with her. The realization struck him that if he could hypnotize her, then why not his mom. When he left class that day he felt better and couldn't wait to see his mom. However when he got home his mother wasn't home and he remembered that she wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. Shiro went to see his sister to see if she would be going out that night as he was hoping for some alone time with his mom. Shiro knoecked.

"What?" His sister, Kaja sounded distracted but not upset.

"Hey, sis can I come in?"

"Sure, why not?" Shiro entered to find her working on homework and looking serious.

"Hey sis, any plans tonight?" She shook her head.

"No, too much homework." Shiro tried not to look disappointed and was about to leave when he looked her over, realizing how much she looked like their mom, younger of course and breasts a bit smaller, but still very sexy.

"Could you spare a moment, I need to practice my hypnotism." She thought for a moment.

"Okay, but I can only take a short break so not too long." Shiro smiled as he came closer.

"It should only take a few minutes and you may find homework a bit easier." Shiro kept talking while looking into her eye. Soon her eyes were closed and her breathing was smooth and shallow, signaling she was hypnotized. "Okay from now on when you are in this trance you call me master and I will call you slut. Whenever I pat your bottom and call you "slut" you will return to this trance state. No matter what happens between me and mom you will ignore it. Do you understand, slut?" Kaja's response was a monotone.

"Yes, master I am your slut." Shiro quickly undressed.

"Now slut, undress, sluts should be naked when in a trance and get on your knees." Kaja stood up from her chair and undressed once she was naked she sunk to her knees, looking up at him. "Give me a blowjob slut." Kaja took his cock in hand and licked up the sides of his shaft. Soon she put the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue before moving her head down the shaft. Shiro moaned, her mouth felt more amazing than he had imagined, soon he was thrusting into her mouth. Shiro was feeling himself getting ready to cum, but didn't want to until he'd tried her pussy. 

"Stop slut, and lay on the bed. I'm going to fuck you." As she pulled off of him she kissed the head before climbing up onto her bed. Shiro straddled her positioning his cock to enter her pussy. Kaja was tight, but so wet he didn't have much trouble entering. Soon he was thrusting hard into her wetness, she moaned softly as he kept thrusting, her pussy squeezing him as he moved in and out of her. Shiro marveled at how her pussy stimulated his entire cock and he moaned louder and tensed up until he came with a yell. Shiro lay on top of her until his breathing calmed down. Shiro rose from Kaja's bed and sat on the edge.

"Clean up slut and forget about this until I put you back in this trance. From now on you will learn better and remember schoolwork easier, you will finish homework in half the time you will find it that much easier." Shiro dressed and went to his room to wait for his mom. Later he heard the door opening signaling his mom's arrival. Shiro rushed to meet her at the door.

"Hi, mom could I practice on you for my hypnosis class?" His mom smiled as she put her purse down.

"Alright, shiro where should we do it?"

"In your room would be good so you can get comfortable." Monique nodded. 

"Okay, I could use a lie down right now, I don't think you can, but you can try." They went to her room and she lay down on the bed and he looked into her eyes talking softly until her breathing became like Kaja's had been when she was hypnotized. "From now on when you are in a trance you will call me master and when I grab a breast and call you my "good girl" you will return to this trance state. What happens in a trance, you won't remember outside it. Do you understand my petgirl?"

"Yes, master I'll be your good girl."

"Nice, now get undressed, get on your knees and suck my cock." Monique did as he ordered and was on her knees, his cock in her mouth. If anything she was more amazing than Kaja, but again he didn't want to simply cum in her mouth. "Okay, that's enough, now get on your hands and knees on the bed." Monique climbed onto her bed on all fours and he climbed up behind her. Shiro pushed his cock into her pussy and was soon moving in and out rapidly. She wasn't as tight as Kaja, but the sight of his cock plunging between his mom's cheeks more than made up for it. Shiro gave in to a sudden urge and smacked her right cheek, she jumped and moaned harder. Shiro looked at the fading hand print and decided to smack her left cheek, even as he continued to fuck her. Soon he was fucking her harder and smacking both cheeks as he did so. Shiro plunged in and out of her pussy feeling its wetness and now her pussy was starting to clamp down on his cock making it feel tighter. Soon he couldn't hold out any longer and grabbed both hips and plunged into her pussy one last time filling her pussy with cum. Shiro collapsed on top of her, he came even harder than he had with his sister. Sometime later he sat up as his cock plopped out of her pussy, too soft to stay in.

"Clean up and continue with your night, don't forget your instructions."

"Yes, master." Shiro returned to his room and nodded off until dinner. Once he was seated his mom had an announcement. 

"Your father has to go out of town for a few days. His company needs him to take care of something, fortunately he will be receiving a bonus, which means the vacation will be better this year." The meal was eaten in silence. Shiro tried to do homework, but he was worn out from having sex and was soon asleep. Shiro woke up late the next day and remembering that he didn't have school that day decided to relax, before returning to homework. After lunch he attempted to concentrate on homework, however he couldn't stop thinking about the previous day and how great it was to have sex with both of them. Shiro thought about Kaja's mouth and Monique's pussy, he felt himself grow hard, homework was no longer on his mind, only sex. Shiro was about to go see his sister, when an idea occurred to him, why not have both at the same time, he had seen this in porn, a guy with two girls and had always wanted to try it. He found his mom in the living room watching a tv show. Shiro walked up to her and before she could say anything grabbed her breast, saying "good girl" as he did so. Her eyes went blank and she relaxed.

"Yes, master what do you wish of your pet?"

"Undress and wait in your room." She began stripping as he headed to his sister's room. He knocked and her response was swift in coming.

"Yes?"

"Can I come in, sis?" He heard a low sigh, but ignored it as she responded.

"Yes." Shiro walked in to find her standing with her back to him as if she had just turned from the door. Shiro swiftly moved behind her patting her bottom call her a "slut", she stood straight.

"Yes, master how may your slut serve?" He gave her the same instructions as his mother and headed to his mother's room to find her naked and waiting. Shiro sat on the bed to think while waiting for his sister, he didn't have long to wait. Once his sister arrived he knew what he wanted to try first.

"Pet lay on the bed and slut get on top of her, I want you two to sixty-nine." Monique lay on the bed and Kaja climbed on top, the two were soon licking each other's pussies, with loud moaning and slurping sounds being heard. Shiro stroked himself slowly as he watched his mom's tongue reaching up into his sister's pussy and his sister's tongue doing the same. Shiro wanted to watch them for longer, but he'd probably stroke until he came and that would be a waste.

"Stop, pet sit up and lean against the head board, slut get on all fours to go down on her." Monique sat leaning against the headrest, her legs open for Kaja to get between them, soon Monique was moaning her hands on Kaja's head. Shiro moved into position behind Kaja and thrust into her. Shiro continued to thrust into Kaja and started to spank her, while watching her go down on their mother. Shiro thrusted hard into his sister hearing her and their mother moaning. Shiro decided that he wanted to try another position before he came.

"Stop, pet on your back and slut straddle her face. Pet, once my slut is in position use your tongue to get her off." Once they were in position Shiro thrust into his mom, fucking her as he watched his sister writhing on top of their mom's tongue, who tried to hold her hips in place to keep licking. Shiro moaned as he felt Monique's pussy squeezing his cock. He put her legs onto his shoulders as he tried to trust deeper, then he saw his sister's legs tighten around Monique's head and she stopped moving as her head went up while she moaned her orgasm. Shiro watched as Kaja's pussy just flooded onto Monique's face as she couldn't swallow all of it. This seemed to trigger something in her as Monique moaned into Kaja's pussy, he felt her pussy tighten and her juices flowing over his cock. Shiro felt his cock swell and he gave one last thrust before he came. This was amazing, he thought. Shiro lay down on the bed and gestured for the other two to lay down on either side of him.

"If either of you wake up and come out of trance before I give you further instructions, you will see nothing wrong with us being naked in bed together." Shiro lay down completely satisfied and slept, content in the knowledge that the next couple of days were only going to get better.

END



Taboo Hypnosis 04



This is only linked to the previous stories in the series by theme and all standalone. The characters are all at least eighteen years of age and it is pure fantasy. This continues my departure from my preferred subject matter as far as who is in control, but I felt that after having done mother/wife, daughter/sister and son/brother that it would be good to complete the run with father/husband. After this I will be going into other genres, although the theme of hypnosis will crop up from time to time. This will be my last in this series for a while as I have several others that I want to do, but I won't entirely abandon it. 

***** 

Kuno was forty, but didn't let this affect him, he was vigorous and fully of life. He had just reached the point where he only needed to go into the office three days a week, his firm was really taking off. The firm had originally started as extra work, because his company always had trouble finding companies that provided the services they needed. Because of this he had to work more finding the companies, which either seemed to fold or provided poor service, so next time he had to look all over again. The long hours had paid off and three years ago he had officially opened Network Inc., a company that kept track of other companies so that they could make one phone call and get the service they needed without wasting time looking, for his company that was all they did. With more free time he spent more with his family, but was also engaging in hobbies and taking courses to learn new things. Currently he was sitting in a hypnosis class given by the lovely Miss Collier. 

Kuno would never cheat on his wife Darinka, but the teacher was lovely to look at. Originally he had started the course because he felt that it was so unlike him that it would be fun. At the start he had been convinced that hypnosis was complete foolishness, however after he had successfully hypnotized a few people he changed his mind. Now however he wasn't really focused, the problem was that he was having issues with his wife. Although he loved her dearly and wouldn't trade the marriage, their life together or their two children, Nicolao and Kateryna, for anything. The problem was that she wasn't adventurous in the bedroom. Sex occurred regularly but was the same every time, missionary position and he couldn't be too long. Kuno had once asked about anal, but she refused to even discuss it and as for oral, she wasn't a vehement, although she still said no. So, in the past year he had tried a different tact by suggesting that they vary the position a little. On their sides, maybe her on top occasionally, but she was unyielding, even when he offered to go down on her, which didn't bother him. Miss Collier called his attention back by standing in a position that showed a bit more leg, he doubted it was purposeful or at least if it was that it wasn't aimed at him. 

"Now class, hypnotism is very useful, some therapists use it to help clients sort through issues, such as fear and guilt that interfere with sexual enjoyment. Not all therapists agree, but many use it to great results." She continued to add to this, but Kuno was no longer listening as this penetrated, he could use hypnosis to help his wife get over her hang-ups about sex and then this one source of stress would be removed from his life. As he headed home he considered how he would get her to let him hypnotize her, it wasn't that she didn't trust him, it was just that if he didn't have the right approach she would be resistant and it wouldn't work as well. Once he was home he remembered that his wife wouldn't be home until evening, meaning it was his night to cook dinner, which gave him an idea, if he cooked roasted lamb under bell and Gibanica Cake for desert, her favorites, she would want to relax and be willing to put up with anything he'd want to try, well hypnosis anyway. Kuno quickly ascertained that he had everything he needed and determined that he should start about three if he wanted to be ready when she got home. Kuno realized that his daughter Kateryna was home and decided to practice on her. Kuno knocked on her door. 

"Honey, can I come in?" He though he heard a sigh and could imagine her rolling her eyes. 

"Okay, come." Kuno smiled briefly before entering her room. Kateryna was sprawled on her bed listening to music and apparently texting. Kuno looked her light skin and blonde hair, taking note of the swell of her breasts under her shirt, guessing them to be about average, however if her mother was any indication she would probably get a full size bigger. 

"Kateryna, would you let me practice for my hypnosis class on you?" She stared wide eyed, but tapped a message into her phone and set it aside. 

"Really? Hypnotize me?" Kuno waited, she at last deflated. "Sure go ahead." 

"Good now relax and listen to the sound of my voice." Kateryna made a face, but soon she was breathing shallow and her eyes closed. "From now on when you are in a trance you will call me master and when I take your hand and call you my "pet" you will return to this trance state, you will not remember what happens in this trance until you return to it. Finally if I am involved you will ignore what is happening, no matter what I am doing or who is involved. Do you understand, pet?" 

"Yes, master your pet understands." Kuno was now committed to this and wanted to see more. 

"Strip, pets do not wear clothes." 

"Of course, master I'm sorry I will remember next time." Kateryna undressed revealing her breasts, which were actually somewhat larger than he had guessed and finally she removed her panties to reveal a pussy free of hair, Kuno guessed that she shaved and like the look. I think I'll have her mother shave as well, he though. Kuno took in the soft delicate teen body for a moment before deciding how to begin. "On your knees pet at my feet, where any good pet should be." Kateryna immediately got off the bed and dropped to her knees at his feet, looking up at him with wide eyes. Kuno opened his pants and beckoned her closer. 

"Pet, I want you to take my cock in your mouth, use your tongue, lips and hands, do a good job." Kateryna reached into his pants to pull his cock out, she licked his shaft, gently mouthed his balls while she stroked his shaft and finally took him in her mouth. Kateryna deep throated him in almost one go and Kuno thought briefly about how many boys she had done this with. However the feel of her wet, teen mouth quickly dispelled all other thoughts, he wanted to grab her head and thrust into her mouth until he came, but he wanted to take her completely, to possess all of her holes. 

"Stop pet, now you will ride my cock, but turn away from me so that I can watch your ass." 

"Yes, master." Kuno lay down on her bed and Kateryna straddled his lap. Kuno pointed his cock up and Kateryna moved into position and lowered herself onto his cock, however he stopped once his head was in. "Are you a virgin, pet?" 

"No, master but I am still very tight." She seemed almost worried that he might be disappointed. 

"Pet, I am glad, if you were a virgin it would be messy." So saying he patted her ass and getting the message she finished descending on his cock, squealing as she completely impaled. Kuno began marveling at how tight she was despite the fact that she obviously know what she was doing. As Kuno thrust up into her, Kateryna slammed down into his lap, Kuno watched her ass moving up and down on his cock. The sight of her asshole made him curious and he reached between her cheeks to rub his thumb against the hole. Kateryna moaned louder. Kuno pressed his index finger to the hole, working it inside and pushed until it was all the way in. Kuno pumped his finger in and out of her anus as he continued to fuck her pussy. Kuno pulled out licking his middle finger and pushed his first two fingers into her ass, there was resistance, but both entered and he continued pumping her ass. Kuno spread his two fingers opening her wider and moved a third finger into her. Satisfied that her ass was suitably loose he stopped thrusting into her pussy. 

"Pet, on your hands and knees, it's time to give up your ass. Have you ever taken a cock there?" She shook her head. Kuno smiled as this was one virginity that he wanted from her. His cock didn't seem to want to go in her ass, even as loose as it was. However Kuno continued pushing until with a gasp from Kateryna the head entered. Now that the head was in, Kuno slowly pushed forward until he felt his balls making contact with her wet pussy. Slowly he withdrew from her until only the head was still inside her and then thrust back in eliciting a moan from Kateryna. Kuno moaned softly as he felt her ass clamping down on his cock and he didn't know how long he could hold out. He gripped her ass tightly as he fucked hard, picking up speed as he did so. At last he felt her ass clamping harder on him as she let out a truly loud moan and he guessed that she had cum. The sudden tightening of her ass caused him to cum and he filled her ass. Kuno pulled out feeling a little winded, but invigorated. 

"Clean up pet, and continue with your day, but don't forget your instructions." Kuno got dress and left her room, with a spring in his stride. It was time for lunch so he got a quick bite as he considered what to do until it was time to start work on dinner. His son, Nicolao's arrival interrupted his thoughts and he was just dealing with his lunch dishes as he double checked that he had everything ready for dinner. Kuno was about to encourage his son to be out after dinner when a though struck him, what would sex with a handsome young man be like? It wasn't as if anyone would know and if it wasn't very good it would be a one-time thing. Kuno turned to intercept his son on his way to his room. 

"Nicolao, my boy could you do your old man a favor and allow him to hypnotize you for his class practice?" Nicolao stopped and didn't speak for a moment before turning to him. 

"Dad, do you have to call me that it's Nic, okay?" 

"Nicolao is your name, but it's not important, so will you be my practice subject?" 

"Alright, what do I need to do?" 

"Just get comfortable, wherever you want." Nicolao set down his bag and kicked off his shoes, before sitting on the couch. Kuno ran through the induction process until Nicolao sat back, eyes closed and breathing shallow. 

"Now, when you are in a trance you will call me master, only remember what happens in a trance when you return to it and when I put my hand on your shoulder and call you my "slut" you will return to this trance. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, master I am your slut." Confident that his wife wouldn't be home until dinnertime and his daughter had instructions not to even notice what might otherwise shock her, Kuno undressed and sat beside his son. 

"Now, slut undress and get on your knees at my feet, like a good slut." Nicolao moved to comply and once naked, revealing his toned somewhat tanned body, he kneeled at Kuno's feet. "Now use your mouth and hands to pleasure my cock, do a good job slut." Nicolao clearly had never handled someone else's cock, but as he had one of his own he knew what he liked and used that. Nicolao move quickly to sucking Kuno's cock, but could only manage about half of it before he started to splutter. Kuno wasn't really surprised and wondered whether he should just wait until he was ready to cum and do so in Nicolao's throat. Kuno decided that he want to try more in order to know if he truly liked this or not. 

"Stop slut, up on the couch on your back. Use your spit and fingers to loosen up your ass." Nicolao pulled off of Kuno's cock and lay on the couch, where he sucked on his index finger, before moving it to his ass. Nicolao fucked his ass with his index finger, occasionally stopping to add more saliva. Kuno watched, thinking how cute Nicolao looked, somewhat effeminate. Nicolao moaned as he worked two fingers into his ass. Kuno stroked his cock slowly as he watched his son now using three fingers to wildly pump his ass. At this point Kuno had had enough and pulled Nicolao's fingers out, replacing them with his cock. Just as with Kateryna there was resistance, but Kuno continued to push until Nicolao's ass surrendered and the head penetrated. Kuno was amazed, Nicolao's ass might have actually been tighter than Kateryna's. Kuno pushed forward until his balls hit Nicolao's ass and Nicolao whimpered, which Kuno thought so cute. Kuno Hesitated only a moment before he started moving his hips, watching as his cock emerged from Nicolao's ass and disappeared into it again. Kuno felt his cock was about to burst it was being held so tight, to his his amazement Nicolao's cock was very hard, oozing so much pre-cum it was as if he had already cum. 

"Stroke your cock slut, but don't cum until I do." Nicolao took his cock in hand, fisting it and tensed as he struggled not to cum. Kuno felt amazing and grunted as he began filling his son's ass with his cum, moments later his son came on his own chest. Kuno pulled out and stood to walk over to Nicolao's mouth. 

"Clean my cock slut." Nicolao's mouth opened and Kuno thrust inside, amazed that this time he managed more than half. Nicolao's tongue moved against the cock and when it was pulled out he swirled his tongue over the head. At last the cock was clean and Kuno gathered his clothes. 

"Clean up slut and don't forget your instructions, additionally anything involving me, no matter how unusual, just ignore." Kuno dressed and went to his room to make preparations, his wife would be relaxed and happy after the meal, but that may not be enough, so he decided to employ what he had learned in a massage class (his choices of things to learn had been pretty eclectic). Kuno ran over the evening in his mind, dinner, desert and hypnosis during the massage. He saw that it was almost three, so he quickly moved to the kitchen to begin work on dinner and dessert as both would take some time. The kitchen was soon filled with the wonderful aroma of good things cooking and baking. Darinka arrived just as the lamb was finishing and he was making the final preparations for dessert. She entered the kitchen and Kuno swiftly moved to embrace her. However she stopped him when he moved into kiss her. 

"That smells like roasted lamb under bell and Gibanica Cake, what are you up to?" He stared open-mouthed at her. 

"Since when have I become known for scheming and having ulterior motives?" 

"You don't think much of Gibanica Cake." 

"But you do and we haven't had it for a while so, I thought since it was my turn to cook, I would do something nice. This was kinda the point when I was working those long hours building up the business, that I could do nice things for you and we could spend more time together." She nodded not entirely convinced but went to their room to change while he called the children for dinner. The children had always enjoyed food from their mother's side and even when he cooked they never complained, well not about the cooking at any rate. Darinka's mood noticeably improved and she even had some wine, she had never been much of a drinker. After dinner he led her to the bedroom and lit the scented candles, she put both hands to her mouth and hesitated before speaking. 

"Forget what I said if you want to be spontaneously romantic, go right ahead." She lay down on her stomach and he kneeled next to her, massaging her neck and shoulders. Once Kuno had been massaging for a while she removed her shirt and he added oil as he worked his way down her back and began speaking to her. Her responses were intermittent, but it wasn't important, by the time he reached her lower back, she had stopped responding at all and he noted that her breathing had become shallow as if she was asleep. However she responded when he called her name and her voice was in a monotone. Kuno smiled as he realized that it had worked. 

"Now, there are going some changes around here, first if you are in a trance you will call me master, what happens in a trance stays in a trance, you will have not memory outside it and when I pat you on the head and call you my "bitch" you will return to this trance. Finally if I am involved you will ignore any unusual behavior around here, regardless of what it is. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, master I am your bitch." 

"Good finish undressing, you are a pet and pets don't wear clothes." Darinka stood by the bed and revealed her lithe body to his hungry eyes, she had always been fit and while two children had made it a challenge she had managed to get back in shape after Kateryna had been born and had maintained it ever since. Her breasts were not super large, but bigger than medium and he had always liked them, at last her dark bush came into view and he remember Kateryna's smooth lips. 

"Now, my little bitch you will go into the bathroom and clean your pussy of all hair and keep it that way." 

"Yes, master I promise to be smooth for you." Darinka went to the bathroom and was in there for almost twenty minutes. "Sorry, I took so long master, but your bitch has only trimmed her bush before, never shaved." Kuno beckoned her over to him. 

"That's alright, but I must punish you for other things, one you never took me in your mouth, or in your ass and two you never allowed for any variation in our love making. A good pet should always desire to be taken by her master in a variety of positions. Now lay across my lap." Eyes down in submission Darinka lay across his lap, her pussy in his crotch and Kuno struck her right cheek with his hand, followed by her left. "Bitch, as I spank you I expect you to apologize for your disobedience and promise to do better in the future." He spanked her a little harder gratified at the impression his hand left on her ass. 

"Sorry, master. Please forgive me my ass, mouth and pussy are yours to use in any way you want. I promise to be a good pet and to enjoy every way that you decide to take me. Master please forgive me." Once he was satisfied that her bottom was red enough he stopped spanking and realized that her pussy was soaking. 

"Pet, did the spanking turn you on?" Her response was in a high girlish voice, as if she was a child caught being naughty. 

"Yes master, at first I didn't like it, but then I began to really get into it." 

"Have you ever been spanked like this before?" 

"No master, only childhood punishments." This was something to think about, but not now. Kuno pointed to the floor and once she was clear he stood and undressed. 

"Now you use your mouth on my cock." Darinka leaned forward, bathing his cock with her tongue, including his balls, Kuno put both hands on her head, indicating that he wanted in her mouth, she immediately stopped licking and opened her mouth. Darinka's mouth engulfed his cock, she clearly wasn't as experienced as Kateryna, but her determination to please him would soon make up for it. However it really didn't matter, because if he didn't stop her, he would probably cum anyway. 

"Stop my little bitch, I want you to bend over the bed to receive my cock." She had a look of disappointment as she pulled her mouth off of his cock, but she smiled and took one last long lick of him before standing up to assume position. Kuno stood behind her and smacked her ass a bit harder than before. 

"Now, that was cheeky little bitch, but I do appreciate that you like my cock so much. You spend time getting to know it very well." Kuno moved in to place and easily slid into her sopping pussy. Darinka moaned and eagerly pushed back against him as he thrust into her. Kuno was excited to be fucking her like this, which made up for how loose her pussy was. Kuno decided that he would have her look into exercises to tighten it up, but in the meantime he eyed her ass and decided to use it instead for the foreseeable future. 




Taboo Hypnosis 04



Kuno pulled out, which elicited a whimper from Darinka and he thrust a finger into her pussy then her ass, causing her to moan. Kuno thrust to fingers into her pussy to open up her virgin ass. Finally when he could get three fingers to move in her ass without too much resistance, he pulled out his fingers and put his cock to the entrance of her ass and pushed. Her ass resisted, but his patience in loosening up her ass soon paid off as he popped inside. Darinka moaned louder as he started fucking her ass, it was about as tight as his children's had been and he grunted as he started a rhythm. Kuno started smacking her ass right before he thrust back into her ass. Soon he felt his balls tightening and his cum boiling up, then came hard in her ass. Kuno leaned over her, amazed at how hard he had cum, but he was all the more turned on by the fact that his wife, who had refused to do anal had taken his cum in her ass with the moan of a bitch in heat. Kuno stood and pulled out, some of his cum dribbled out of her ass as well. 

"Turn around bitch, clean my cock, then clean yourself up." Darinka quickly turned dropping to her knees and eagerly took his cock into her mouth. She sucked noisily and licked up the sides, she seemed happy to continue until he got hard again, but he was tired after a long day of sex and decided he was ready to sleep. Kuno gently pushed her off and pointed to the bathroom. While she cleaned up, he dressed for bed and climbed in, thinking only briefly about the next day before falling asleep. 

The next day Kuno awoke, content that the one issue in his life had been resolved. As he sat up, Darinka stirred, she suddenly sat up, a worried expression on her face. 

"Kuno did something happen last night, I remember you giving me an amazing massage, but then I must have fallen asleep. I feel like we had sex, but I don't remember even undressing." She didn't say more as she stood, but stopped as she tried to straighten up. "Kuno, did you poke me in my sleep? I feel like my ass has been stretched." Although her movements were awkward she turned to face him eyes blazing. 

"Darinka, how could I do anything like that without waking you? Besides, do you take me for some sex fiend who would molest you in the middle of the night?" She shook head, shoulders dropping as the tension noticeably left her. 

"No, I'm sorry. You made that wonderful meal and gave me a wonderful massage and all I've done is accuse you of having an ulterior motive. You know what, I'm going to make Brotchen, soft-boiled eggs with sausage and Muesli." Kuno smiled watching her skip delightedly from the room. Kuno sat back against the headrest, arms behind his head and breathed a sigh of relief, he thought he would have to put her under to clear up this situation. Kuno stood and decided to shower before breakfast. Kuno was about to dress when he decided, today was going to be a lazy day and only put on his bathrobe, but nothing underneath. Stepping into his slippers, Kuno headed to the kitchen. Darinka was wearing the pink apron that he had bought and he thought how cute it would be if she was wearing only the apron. Darinka's back was to him as she worked on boiling the eggs, just the way he liked them, he patted her on the head. 

"That's my good bitch." Darinka made to turn to him, but he stopped her. "No, pet stay focused on breakfast, however while you finish, prepare breakfast in only your apron and be sure to shake your ass provocatively at me occasionally." Kuno sat at the table to pour himself a bowl of Muesli (German cereal) with milk and at as he watched her cook shaking her ass as she did so. Just as Darinka was serving the soft-boiled eggs and Brotchen (German breakfast biscuit), Kateryna and Nicolao entered. Following his earlier instructions to ignore strange behavior if he was involved they completely ignored the fact that their mother was naked. Kuno decided to make breakfast even more interesting, taking Kateryna's hand, he whispered in her ear, "My pet, you should have breakfast naked." Kateryna stood, removed her pajamas and sat down to return to eating. Kuno turned to Nicolao and put his hand on his shoulder, whispering "My slut should be naked at the table." Nicolao undressed like sister and returned to eating. Kuno noted that Katryna would be the first to finish and smiled as a thought occurred to him. 

"Pet, when you have taken care of your dishes, return to the table, get under it on your knees and use your mouth to play with my cock and balls." Kuno continued eating, enjoying the eggs and sausage, when Kateryna stood to carry her dishes to the dishwasher before crawling under the table and between his legs. Her tongue bathed his balls and licked up the sides of his shaft, before long she was sucking his cock into her mouth. Kuno noticed that Nicolao and Darinka were nearly finished as well. 

"Slut, bitch when you are finished go to the master bedroom and wait." Once they had taken care of their dishes and headed for the bedroom. Kuno grabbed Kateryna's head thrust inside a few times before gently pushing her off. 

"That's enough pet, join the other two in the bedroom." Kateryna crawled out from under the table and walked to the bedroom, hips swaying. Kuno removed his robe and considered what he would do with them and how he might make more changes. Some of his plans would involve taking them to a sex shop to get toys and equipment, but that would wait. Kuno stood and went to his room to begin the first orgy of his life. Kuno sat on the bed looking over the three of them. 

"On you hand and knees in a line ass to face with bitch first, then pet and slut last. Loosen up the ass of the one in front of you." They lined up as ordered, Darinka on her knees with Kateryna probing her ass with her tongue and Nicolao did the same with Kateryna's ass. Kuno stroked himself softly as he watched them lubing each other's ass. They moaned loudly and Kuno found he could no longer contain himself. 

"Stop, pet bend over the bed, present your ass, while bitch you loosen up slut's ass." Kateryn stood up to bend over the bed and Darinka moved behind Nicolao, tonguing his ass. Kuno stepped behind Kateryna and thrust into her ass, it seemed almost tighter than before and it was difficult to thrust in at first. Kuno realized that he would cum quickly if he continued. 

"Stop, bitch, slut bend over the bed next to pet and present your asses." Darinka and Nicolao stood to bend over the bed, Kuno stared at the three asses being presented to him. Kuno entered Darinka's ass, fucking her hard, her ass was slightly looser than it had been the day before. Kuno groaned and Darinka moaned happily, but he still didn't want to cum just yet, so he pulled out causing her to whimper her disappointment. Kuno pushed into Nicolao's ass, which was still very tight and was slow to yield, but in time it did. Kuno was soon pounding away at his ass, but it was so tight that he was once again close to cumming and he pulled out, with Nicolao whimpering his disappointment as well. 

"All of you on your knees, slut in front of me and you two on either side." Once they were in position Kuno shoved his cock between them. "Slut take the head in your mouth and you two lick the shaft." Nicolao sucked the head into his mouth swirling his tongue over it, while Darinka and Kateryna practically kissed with his cock between, their tongues working over the shaft. Kuno moaned loudly as he felt his cock swell to what he was sure was twice its usual size and came on their faces. 

"Now lick each other's faces and play with yourselves until you cum." Kuno sat on the bed and watch as they licked the cum up while Nicolao stroked his cock and the other two strummed their pussies. It wasn't long before they all moaned loudly as they came hard. Kuno directed them to clean up while he lay back on the bed for a short nap as he planned for the rest of the day. 

END



Taboo Hypnosis



The content of this story should be obvious given the title and the category. Again constructive criticism is welcome, although if you like it that's fine too. If it isn't obvious all characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age and the rest is pure fantasy. 

***** 

Katica walked down the hall to the bathroom desperate for the toilet, the door was not completely closed, but it was usually open all the way when unoccupied, and she opened the door without thinking. Just as she was opening the door she realized that the shower was going and stopped. She looked over to the shower, realizing that her father, Yanick, was in the shower. Katica was about to close the door when movement caught her eye, he was moving where she could see him and she hid to avoid his eyes. As she looked to see if she had been spotted, Katica looked between his legs drawn by what she saw, it was about five inches she guessed and it was still fairly soft. Katica had been with a few guys and knew that as soft as he was it meant that when fully erect he would probably be about eight inches, the thought made her gasp and she quickly put a hand to her mouth to stifle it. 

Thinking about her dad's cock was also having an effect on her sex as she felt herself starting to get wet. Carefully closing the door she almost ran back to her room, but then she remembered why she had gone to the bathroom in the first place. After stopping in the other bathroom, Katica immediately rushed back to her room locking the door as soon as she closed the door. 

The attractive twenty year old stretched on the bed, her long black hair flaring out as she did so. Swiftly removing her clothes to reveal a fit body with medium dark skin and breasts that she occasionally felt were too small, but quickly discounted that given how much attention her boyfriends had lavished upon them. Katica spread her legs, hands going right to her needy sex as she thought about her father, she had never thought about him in this way before. Katica thought about his thick but well-trimmed hair, black like hers, his dark, kind eyes, his strong nose and his full lips that she now suddenly wanted very much to taste. Her mind's eye continued down to his broad shoulders and muscled frame that she had seen on occasions when they had gone swimming. 

Next lower still as she thought about his muscular stomach, maybe not quite as flat as it had once been, but still very attractive she felt. Finally she recalled how his cock had looked in the shower and though about how it would feel, especially when it was hard, and even how it might taste. At last as she began thrusting two fingers into her pussy while stroking her clit with the other hand, she imagined how it would feel to have her father's cock thrusting into her. 

When she came it was hard, harder than she could ever remember cumming before and as such had to moan into a pillow to avoid being heard. As she cleaned up Katica considered, could she ever make this fantasy a reality? She spent the rest of the night considering how this might be accomplished and fell asleep wondering as she idly stroked herself. 

The next morning Katica awoke, more horny than usual, by her alarm clock. She groaned looking at the clock trying to remember if she forgot to turn it off or if she had somewhere to be at this hour. As expected realization dawned, it wasn't school, but a class on hypnosis that she had been taking for months. Katica wasn't certain how interested she was in the class, she had mainly signed up because her best friend Moira didn't want to be the only girl in the class, she needn't have worried, the class was about two-thirds girls and even the teacher was a woman. 

The reason she didn't quit right away was because the class wasn't cheap and it wasn't through her school, so a full refund wasn't simple. Katica suppressed the urge to curse, as she was usually loud when she cursed, and got up to shower and prepare for class. She almost played with herself in the shower, but thought better of it because she simply didn't have time. The drive was fortunately brief as she didn't have the patience to deal with being in the car and dealing with traffic. As soon as she entered the room she spotted Moira at their usual table and sat down next to her. 

"Hey, Moira what's new?" Moira looked up smiling. 

"Not much Katica, psychology is still a drag, but I'm managing. But what happened, no one else would notice, but it doesn't look like you had much sleep." Katica froze and could feel herself start to blush as she thought about her response. 

"Well there's a guy..." She paused as Moira gave her a knowing smile. "I was thinking about him and I couldn't help myself, I was up late." Moira only smiled more, now on the verge of laughing. "But nothing's going to happen between us." Moira's smile disappeared. 

"What do you mean, you're amazing Katica, any guy would be lucky to have you." Katica nodded her mood worsening as she thought about the situation. 

"I'm sure he knows that, but he would never allow anything to happen between us." Moira put her hand on Katica's and attempted to make eye contact. 

"Is he married?" Katica nodded. "Who is he?" Katica shook her head. "Maybe you should hypnotize him." Katica's eyes went wide at this suggestion. 

"Hypnotize him, are you serious?" Moira smiled nodding. 

"Why not, hypnotize him, have fun and afterwards he won't have to remember." Katica stared openmouthed as she thought of the idea. Before she could respond the teacher, Miss Collier entered the room. After class Katica sat in her room considering how she might hypnotize her dad. As she considered this she knew that she had all day, because he wouldn't be home until evening and it wasn't even noon yet. Katica wasn't feeling very confident that she could hypnotize him and wasn't sure what to do about it. Then she heard her brother, Vlad, coming into the house and a thought struck her, maybe she should practice before her dad came home. Now, excited that she had a plan she stood up and went to her brother's door and knocked. 

"Yes?" 

"Can I come in?" There was a short pause before he responded. 

"Sure." Katica entered to find him sprawled on his bed, apparently working on homework with a furrowed brow. 

"Hey, bro what's wrong?" He seemed to brighten up when she came in. 

"It's calculus, I'm really struggling right now." Katica smiled and sat down on the bed. 

"I have a way to help you, I can hypnotize you allowing you to focus better so that you can learn it." Vlad's eyes went wide, but his brow was noticeably less furrowed. 

"Really, you mean that hypnosis class is actually good for something." Katica nodded. 

"Okay, now put your books aside and lay down, get comfortable." He quickly complied putting his books on the floor and lay down in the middle of his bed. "Close your eyes and concentrate on the sound of my voice, listen and go deeper and deeper." Katica continued until she was able to hear that his breathing was smooth and even. Katica was excited, it worked, but she had to be sure that he wasn't merely asleep as she saw the bags under his eyes. "Vlad do you hear me?" He nodded. "Good, now anytime I...pat you on the head and say "good boy" you will return to this trance state, obeying my every command. Do you understand?" He responded in a monotone without moving or opening his eyes. 

"Yes, Katica I understand." At first she was elated, when she heard this but then she frowned. 

"From now on my pet when you are in this state you will call me mistress. Understood?" 

"Yes, mistress I understand." Katica was feeling amazing, but couldn't resist one last test to determine how much control she really had. 

"Alright petboy, undress completely." Vlad nodded and swiftly removed his clothes dropping them on the floor. When he returned to laying on the bed she took in his nude body, like their father although his eyes and skin were a bit lighter in color due to their mother. At last her eyes reached his groin, he wasn't hard, but she had to admit she like what she saw. "Now stroke yourself until you are fully erect, but do not cum." Vlad's hand went to his cock and started stroking it, soon he was fully erect, about seven inches, almost as big as their father. Katica hadn't planned to go any further than hypnotizing her brother, but she had been horny all morning and the sight of his erect cock was making her wet. 

Katica made her decision, standing up she quickly undressed and returned to the bed. She was too horny for anything else and straddled him moving his cock to her moist entrance, she was so wet that he entered easily. Katica hesitated only a moment once he was all the way inside before she began sliding up and down, however this was not enough. 

"Thrust into me petboy, fuck me hard." Vlad immediately responded by thrusting up into her, filling her and then almost emptying her before returning. Katica felt the pressure building and she pressed her hands into his chest when she came all over his cock. Her pussy lips contracted around him and he came filling her pussy. Katica lay down on top of him until her breathing returned to normal and his cock softened until it fell out of her. She turned around to grab his cock, but found that he wasn't up for another round. Disappointed Katica carefully got to her feet and was about to dress when she realized that Vlad's cum was still in her pussy, she would need to clean up before she could dress. 

"Petboy, you will clean yourself and only remember what happened when you're in a trance. From now on you will study calculus carefully and when you need the information you will have no trouble remembering the information." She paused to consider if there was any other instructions that she wanted to give. "If you see any member of this family naked or having sex, regardless of who with, you will ignore them and continue with your day." Vlad nodded as Katica gathered her clothes and went to the shower. Once in the shower Katica thrust her hand between her legs, but it wasn't the same. Katica stepped from the shower frustrated, wondering if it would be worth it to check on her brother, when she heard the front door, indicating that her younger sister had come home. A thought struck her maybe practicing on her sister, Martina would better prepare her for her father. Drying herself she quickly dressed and went to her sister's room. Her knocking was swiftly responded to. 

"What is it? I'm changing." 

"It's Katica, can I come in?" The pause wasn't long. 

"Alright." Katica entered the room to seen Marina halfway through removing her shirt. 

"What?" Martina looked over as she finished removing her shirt. 

"Hey, Martina still struggling with physics?" Martina frowned and nodded. "Well I have a way to help you. I just hypnotized Vlad to help him with calculus and I could help you." Martina pulled her new shirt down sat on her bed. 

"Are you sure?" The look that Martina gave her was so cute, but so full of an almost desperate hope. 

"Yes, I am it will work. Just get comfortable and I will begin." Martina nodded and lay down on her bed. Katica ran through the same procedure that she had done with Vlad until she heard her sister's breathing become smooth and even. Katica thought about what she wanted to do. She smiled to herself. 

"Martina from now on you will be able to concentrate on physics and when you need to you will be able accurately remember physics as you need. Whenever you're in a trance you will call me mistress and whenever I pat your head and call you my "good girl" you will return to this state." Katica paused as she thought about what to do next and then she looked over her sister and got curious. "Petgirl, undress." Martina complied revealing her tight young body, skin and hair a tough lighter than her siblings and her breasts on the small side, but Katica thought they looked cute. A though struck Katica, she had always been curious about sex with a girl, but had never found a girl that she was all at interested in. Katica climbed onto the bed. "Okay petgirl, start stroking by pussy." Martina started lightly petting between Katica's legs, her juices were already flowing. 

"Now use your tongue and make me cum." Martina lay down between Katica's legs and started licking, seemingly with an eagerness that surprised Katica. Katica began moaning and struggled to keep quiet as Martina spread her lips and began licking between. "Your...fingers too, pet." Katica barely gasped this out. Martina started thrusting her fingers into Katica's pussy and sucking on her clit. Katica grabbed blindly for something to stifle her moans and when she found something she bit it. Katica moaned into it as she came all over Martina's face. Katica held onto Martina's face until her breathing returned to normal. Katica looked down at her sister's face covered in her juices, makeup smeared and smiled. 

"Petgirl, get cleaned up and dressed, you'll only remember this when you are in a trance. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, mistress." Katica felt more arousal when she heard this. 

"Petgirl, if you see any member of this family naked or having sex, no matter who they are with, you will ignore them as if nothing were happening." Martina nodded and Katica went to her room and cleaned as best as she could as she didn't want to take another shower. Tired despite being very horny, Katica dozed softly until she heard the front door opening. For a moment Katica though it was her father, but then she saw that it was only a little after three, meaning that her dad wouldn't be home for about two hours, so it must be her mother. A thought struck her, if she could hypnotize her mother, then she could be certain about hypnotizing her dad. As she got up and headed to her parents' room, she also thought about how horny she was and how much she enjoyed her sister. Katica reached her parents' room and knocked. 

"Who is it?" 

"Katica, can I come in mom?" Her mom hesitated a moment before answering. 

"Alright, baby, come in." Katica entered the room, her mom had just finished changing from the semiformal clothes that she wore for her volunteer work and was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "What is it, anything wrong?" Katica looked her mom over, her bright hair, pale skin and green eyes, however under those eyes she saw bags that she had seen starting to develop recently. 

"Still having trouble sleep mom?" Her mom's eyes went wide, but she quickly recovered as she sat heavily on the bed. 

"I guess I should know better than to hide things from you, honey. Yes, I haven't been getting enough sleep in the past week." Her mom, Amina looked down frowning. 

"I can help mom. I've used hypnosis to help Vlad and Martina." Her mom looked up. 

"You didn't us this as an opportunity to get back at them did you?" Now it was Katica's turn to look shocked. However her mom held up a hand and smiled. "I'm kidding, sometimes honey I think you can be too serious. If you think you can help me than I will let you. What do you need me to do?" 

"Just relax mom and listen to what I have to say." Once again she ran through the process drawing her latest family member in. Soon her mother's breathing was smooth and even just as her siblings' had been. "Now, petmom from now on when you are in this trance state you will call me mistress. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, mistress." Amina's response was just as much a monotone as her siblings' had been. 

"Good, whenever I pat you on the head and call you my "good girl" you will return to this state. Anything that happens in this trance state you will only remember when you return to this state and if you see any member of this family naked or having sex, no matter who with, you will ignore them and go on with your day. Finally you will sleep completely each night and wake up on time. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, mistress." Katica smilled and still feeling horny, despite have sex with her siblings, decided to continue. 

"Petmom, undress." Amina quickly removed her clothes revealing a fit body of a woman in her mid-forties, not perfect, but signs of hard work paying off were in evidence, a stomach that was flat if not perfectly tight and topped by breasts that were a touch more than mid-sized. Katica considered how she wanted to proceed. Katica decided to try a few things that she hadn't before. Katica undressed and sat on the bed. "Pet are there any fantasies that you have unfulfilled?" 

"Yes, I have always wanted a good spanking from a dominant lover, but your father is too gentle in all things, it is his one flaw that I wish I could change, even if just occasionally." Wow, though Katica, mom's a little kinky. 

"Lay across my lap pet." Amina moved to do as ordered. As soon as she was in position Katica began to spank her, one cheek than the other, back and forth until both were a bright red, the whole time Amina moaned even through hypnosis. Katica was feeling wet, domination clearly turned her on. "Do you know what it is to sixty-nine with someone?" 

"Yes, mistress, I have done it in the past with a girl in college." Katica's eyes went wide, but she smiled eager to begin. Katica lay down on the bed. "Lay down on top of me in position for a sixty-nine." Katica watched as Amina's pussy descended upon her face and filled her nose with the rich scent. "Begin." At once her mother's tongue plunged into her pussy, Katica quickly lost track of what Amina was doing as she was lost in the sensations and the taste of her mother's pussy. Her mouth filled with Amina's juices as her tongue sought ever drop it could find. After she had thoroughly explored her mother's pussy the woman on top of her began to tense and suddenly a different flavor began to flood her mouth, Amina had cum, moments later Katica came into her mother's mouth. Despite her cumming her mother was still going and she was starting to feel sensitive. "Stop." Katica managed to gasp this out and her mother stopped. After she had finally calmed down enough to think straight. 

"Petmom, clean up, get dressed and remember what I have told you." Katica rose and got dressed heading back to her room to wait for her dad to come home as she considered exactly what approach to use with him. Around five she heard her dad's arrival and waited a moment before going to him even though the wait was excruciating. After waiting she went downstairs to find her father as expected, sitting on the couch collar open, shoes off and remote in hand. He looked so tired and Katica knew exactly how to help. 

"How was work dad?' Her Father Yanick looked up at her. 

"Hi, Katica, what is it honey?" Although he smiled when he said this, it was clear the weariness in his voice made it clear how tired he was. 

"Dad was today stressful too?" He nodded. "Well I can help, I have been using hypnosis to help the rest of the family. If you want I could help you too." He looked at her and didn't answer right away. 

"I don't know honey. Can you hypnotize me?" She smiled. 

"I'm sure I can and even if I can't, it will help you relax." He paused to consider, but the sudden slump of his shoulders told her everything she needed to know. Finally he nodded. 

"What do I need to do?" She turned off the TV and turned back to him. 

"Just relax and listen to my voice." Katica ran through the process for the fourth time that day, surprisingly it didn't take long at all for his breathing to enter that smooth and even pace that she had come to recognize as a sign that her subject was under. I guess he was so tired that he just caved, Katica thought to herself. "From now on whenever you are in this trance you will call me mistress, and whenever I pat you on the head and call you my "good pet" you will return to this state. If you see any member of this family naked or having sex, regardless of who with, you will ignore them. Finally whenever you feel the stress becoming too much you will find a way to excuse yourself and go to a quiet place in your mind and release the stress. Whenever you come home you spend twenty minutes doing this and you will sleep completely each night and wake up on time. Do you understand?" 




Taboo Hypnosis



"Yes, mistress." Katica found herself ready to explode with anticipation. 

"Good, now my pet undress." Just as the others had done Yanick quickly undressed before returning to sitting on the couch. "Get on your knees in front of the couch." Katica quickly undressed watching her nude father move into position. Once she was naked she sat on the couch and spread her legs. "Okay my pet come here and use your tongue on my pussy." Yanick complied moving in front of her, putting his face between her legs and began to lick her lips. It was clear that he knew what he was doing. Yanick changed the direction of his licking frequently as well as the angle and the speed. His tongue moved across her lips, between them and moved to swirl around her clit. Katica couldn't believe how amazing this felt and it was only his tongue. She was quickly lost in how it felt and soon could stand it no longer and came on his face. Katica managed to push him away as she came down from her orgasmic high and concentrated on returning her breathing to normal, she was not done yet. 

When her breathing had returned to normal, Katica opened her eyes and looked down at her father's face covered in her cum. "Sit on the couch." She stood up to wait until he had complied and then sat beside him and reached for his now very hard cock, it was almost nine inches. Katica stroked his cock, sometimes softly, sometimes vigorously, watching the precum dripping from the head. Katica leaned in to taste it and liked it. Katica opened her mouth wider to take the head in her mouth, it was thick, but not too much, just different from what she was used to. Katica slowly worked her way down the shaft, but could only manage about seven inches, the longest boy she had ever been with. The width made it difficult to take more of the length. In time she decided that she wasn't going to get any more in without practice and her dripping sex was in far more need. Katica moved to straddle his lap. 

"Carefully insert your cock into my pussy." She raised her hips and they worked together until the head was inside and Katica felt herself melt. Slowly she eased herself down the shaft and at times to move up and down where she was before she could finally move further down, but at last she felt her ass resting in his lap. Katica began moving up and down, moaning as she did so. "Thrust into me, pet, hard." As she moved down he thrust up and she felt her juices flowing, it was incredible to be so completely filled. Panting and moaning, almost to the point of yelling Katica was getting close, but was starting to tire and decided to change positions. "Stop." He stopped and she slowly clambered off of him and leaned over the armrest. 

"Now pet, thrust into me until you cum." Yanick positioned himself behind her and began thrusting into her, harder and faster, it was better than before. If anything he seemed to be filling her more in this position. Suddenly she moaned louder than before, but didn't stop, it was one long sound as she came and he followed soon after flooding her with his cum. Yanick pulled out and sat on the couch catch his breath and Katica lay on the armrest doing the same. She almost fell asleep on the couch, but sat up and turned to her father. "Pet, remember your instructions and that what happens in this state you will only remember while in this state. Get cleaned up and then dress normally, once you are you will awaken from this state." Katica went to take a second shower and went to her room, exhausted but finally satisfied. Katica fell asleep without realizing it because she was awoken by knocking at her door. "Yes?" She mumbled vaguely. 

"It's Martina, mom says it's time for dinner." Katica got up realizing she had been asleep for over an hour and went to the dining room. The rest of the family was waiting for her. Katica ate ravenously largely ignoring the conversation around her. What she did catch was that they were talking about how much better they felt after she had hypnotized them and looked forward to more sessions. Katica realized that she would have to hypnotize them regularly for her instructions to remain. As much as the idea turned her on, she realized that it was too tiring to hypnotize them all on a regular basis. Suddenly the conversation stopped and Katica looked up blankly. 

"How about it honey, will you continue to hypnotize us?" The bright look in her mom's eyes suddenly made Katica regret that she ever thought about not hypnotizing them or at least only rarely. 

"Yes, of course, but I can't hypnotize all of you in the same day, it's too tiring, I'd never get anything done. I'll need to schedule you guys, maybe one a day and only every other day, unless there's a day where you really need it. Is that acceptable?" They all agreed and in fact they all seemed relieved at her agreement. After dinner Katica returned to her room and tried to work on schoolwork, but her eyelids kept drooping, finally after more than an hour of fighting it and nodding off, she realized that it was pointless. So, realizing that her first class the next wouldn't be until afternoon, she made her decision. She put away her schoolwork and slept almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. 

Katica awoke late the next morning, the clock said it was after ten. She got up, showered and dressed, eating breakfast as she struggled to finish her schoolwork as she had two classes that day in the afternoon and evening. Around one she decided to stop and get ready to leave, she grabbed a quick bite before leaving as she wouldn't be eating until she got home, which wouldn't be until after eight that night. Class was not very interesting as she was dealing with being horny, she had no interest in any of this. 

At last she was finished and headed home. As she sat in her room, she thought about the previous day, growing wet as she did. Katica was going to start play with herself as she normally did, but hesitated, why should I, she thought, I have four pets who do an amazing job of satisfying me. But the question was who did she want to be with and then she thought about, why should she have to choose? Katica checked where everyone was, her mom was in her room, her siblings in their rooms and her dad was in the living room. Katica decided that her parents' room would be big enough for all of them. First she went to her mother's room and knocked. 

"Yes?" 

"It's Katica mom." The response was immediate. 

"Come in honey." Katica entered and before her mom could say anything Katica patted her on the head. 

"That's my good girl." 

"What do you wish mistress?" 

"Undress and sit on the bed, play with yourself, but only to warm yourself up, do not cum." 

"Yes, mistress." Katica did the same with her siblings and father directing them to come to the master bedroom. Once they were all together and Katica looked them over, a wicked idea crossed her mind as she sat down on the bed. 

"Now, petgirl and petmom come over and you will each take a nipple using fingers, lips and tongues to please me. Petboy on your knees. Tell me petboy and pet, have you ever thought about being with another man?" Vlad vehemently shook his head, but her father did not. 

"Yes, mistress and if I weren't married, I have a friend that I would have tried it with." Katica's eyes went wide, really he has a buddy he'd like to have sex with, hmm, this is going to be fun, thought Katica. 

"Petboy give my pet a thorough blowjob and don't neglect his balls. Pet be sure to tell him what feels nice and don't cum yet." As her mom and sister saw to her tits, Vlad began to work on their father's cock. While stopping occasionally to lick or gently such Yanick's balls, Vlad licked up the sides of the shaft, Yanick began making soft moans. At a signal from Yanick, Vlad put the head in his mouth and began sucking. Yanick instructed him how to use his tongue as well as his lips and mouth. Vlad attempted to take more of the cock but could barely get past the head, even under hypnosis his lack of experience was apparent. However before he could learn to go further Yanick made him stop as he was near to cumming. Katica smiled. 

"Petboy, head down ass up, present yourself, pet use your tongue and fingers to loosen up his ass until you can get your cock inside. As for you two pets, my pussy needs you attention, don't stop until I cum." Her mom and sister got into position, her sister on the floor between her legs, while her mom basically lay down across her lap. Amina took the top of her pussy and Martina took the bottom, sometimes meeting in the middle almost kissing, while Katica watched the show being put on by Vlad and Yanick. Vlad spread his cheeks while Yanick got down on his knees to begin dipping his tongue into Vlad's anus. It didn't take Vlad long to start moaning, Katica would have laughed if she weren't so turned on, he sounded like a real bitch. 

Then Yanick began using his fingers, first one that seemed reluctant to go in past the tip, but with more tongue-work and patience it was soon all the way in, Katica saw that Vlad's cock was completely hard and she thought it looked like it might actually be bigger than before, leaking pre-cum all the while. Katica began to wonder if this treatment might make him cum even though his cock wasn't touched. Yanick began to work in two fingers, it was difficult, but again patience and saliva got them in, Katica wished the main event would start already, but she knew that he would have to comfortably fit three fingers in Vlad's anus before it could possibly accept Yanick's cock, especially without a lot of pain and Katica wanted to have fun not cause that kind of pain. Katica began moaning deeper as she saw Yanick at last get three fingers into Vlad's ass and began working them in and out, finger fucking him. When Yanick pulled out, Vlad gave a moan of disappointment. 

"Wow that was amazing, but now it's time pet, fuck his ass until you cum and petboy if he makes you cum just let go, but don't touch yourself." Yanick lined up his cock with Vlad's anus and pushed, the anus did not immediately accept his cock and Vlad looked uncomfortable, but not really in pain. Like with the fingers the cock head soon penetrated, Vlad moaned louder than ever and his own cock was leaking so much pre-cum that it was almost as if he had cum. 

Little by little more of Yanick's cock penetrated Vlad's ass until it was all the way in and he started moving, slowly at first but soon he was picking up speed, Katica watched Yanick began to pound her brother's ass and both were now moaning loudly. Yanick was pounding Vlad's ass, leaving just the head in before ramming it back all the way in, soon his rhythm changed as he began make slow long strokes before tensing up and making one last hard thrust as he moaned, cumming in Vlad's ass. As he pulled out Katica let out a long moan as she too came on her mom and sister. Once she had enough breath to speak, she turned to her mom. 

"Petmom, I want you to use your mouth to clean up my pet's cock and petboy's ass, don't waste a single drop." Amina seemed eager as she hopped onto the floor and headed over to Vlad and Yanick. "Petgirl, you can clean up the mess you made of me." Martina went back to licking, but this time trying to swallow all of Katica's juices, not make more. Meanwhile Katica watched Amina on her knees sucking and licking Yanick's cock until it was clean, swallowing as she did so. Once Yanick was clean she turned to her son and began to lick and suck the cum from his ass. Amina was especially careful retrieve the cum that had dripped onto his cock and balls. After Katica was satisfied that everyone was cleaned up, she decided to continue, after all it would be mean to leave Vlad hanging, he hadn't actually cum yet. 

"Petboy stand up, pet now give him a thorough blowjob, but don't let him cum just lubricate his cock. Petmom come over here and join petgirl." Now the situation was reversed, Yanick was now on his knees covering Vlads's cock with saliva. Vlad couldn't take much of this treatment before he pushed Yanick off, lest he cum. 

"Alright, now pet present yourself as petboy did for you and petboy, after preparing him fuck his ass until you cum." Vlad got onto his knees behind Yanick and using his tongue and fingers, just as Yanick did, started preparing his ass. When he could get three fingers inside Yanick, Vlad pulled out and lined up his cock with his father's ass and pushed inside. Either Yanick's ass was looser than Vlad's or maybe because Vlad wasn't as big, either way Vlad entered much easier than Yanick had entered him. Vlad pounded Yanick hard but it was short lived before he grabbed Yanick's hips and began making short hard thrusts that signaled he was cumming. 

"Petgirl clean them up." Katica was thoroughly enjoying herself and there was one more thing she wanted to try that night. Martina began cleaning her brother's cock, even taking most of it down her throat before pulling off and turning to her father. Martina displayed a certain amount of eagerness, even through the hypnosis, to cleaning her brother's cum from their father's ass. "All right everyone, except you pet, will work together to get my ass nice and loose and then you pet will fuck my ass." Katica bent over the bed as she considered this the best position for her first anal. Katica felt tongues and fingers probing her ass, it was amazing, she felt herself loosening. Soon they stopped and she felt Yanick's cock pressing into her ass. 

"Petgirl and petmom, sixty-nine in front of me." Katica inhaled and focused on relaxing, only for the breath to be knocked from her as he entered, it hurt. Then when she got used to the head being in her ass, the pain faded and a different kind of fired spread to her sex. Yanick pushed more of himself into her ass and her moans seemed to be one continuous sound. He was soon all the way in and Katica braced herself as he began thrusting in and out, picking up speed as he did so. Katica lost all sense of time or where she was, her entire focus became her ass and how amazing it felt to be so filled in this intimate place. 

It felt so incredible and then she felt herself cum, her pussy hadn't even been touched, however Yanick didn't stop. He kept pounding her ass, Katica felt another orgasm fast approaching and soon she exploded again. Katica lost count of how many orgasms Yanick's cock pounded out of her as they soon blurred into what seemed one continuous unending cum. At some point Yanick grabbed her hips tightly and let out a loud moan as he plunged back inside one last time. Yanick pulled out leaving Katica panting and unable to think straight. Katica stirred realizing that she had passed out, looking up she saw her mom and sister sitting on the apparently having finished, awaiting instruction, her dad and brother likewise. 

"Petboy clean pet's cock and then clean me." Vlad got to his knees and proceeded to thoroughly clean Yanick's cock, before plunging his tongue into her ass. Oddly it felt soothing more than anything else. She was so satisfied that it didn't make her want more. He was soon finished and she found the strength to stand. First she reinforced all of her earlier instructions and decided to add some new ones. 

"From now on if there is no one else around everyone is to be naked at home. Unless I say otherwise pet and petmom you can have sex whenever you want, oh and pet, petmom likes to be spanked occasionally, indulge her sometimes. Petboy and petgirl if you want to have sex with a date, you will call me first, you won't know why and you will forget after I give you my answer and you won't let them know. None of these things will seem weird to you, simply enjoy the changes. Now clean up this mess and go about the rest of the night." Katica went to take a nice long hot shower. Once in the shower she smiled. This was going to fun. 

End



Taboo Island



This is an epic story of three people, a mother, father, and son, stranded on a deserted island. It is loosely based on a movie from 1974 stared in and directed by George C. Scott, named "The Savage is Loose." Gary

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Part 1: The Shipwreck: Turn of the 19th Century, Somewhere in the South Pacific Ocean.

It was the early 1900's and sea travel was dangerous and reserved for the wealthiest individuals, business trade, or the very brave. Danger came in many forms, not the least of which was the unpredictable weather. Reporting of weather was crude or nonexistent and there was rarely any warning when tropical storms formed.

The Tern Schooner, Pacific Trader, had been thrashed for hours by the extreme waves brought on by a deadly typhoon. No one had predicted the storm before the ship left the port of San Francisco ten days earlier. So large and fierce was the storm that even if the captain had received a telegraph it would have been too late for the doomed ship, crew, and its three civilian passengers. The Pacific Trader was a thousand miles from the nearest deep water port, sailing on the wide open Pacific Ocean, headed for the Philippine Islands. While it was a fast vessel, it was no match for the huge and fast moving storm.

Walter Anderson, his wife, Grace, and their son, Thomas, were preparing to undress for the night when they began to hear screams of terror from the main deck outside their cabin. Peering out into the black night Walter saw a flash of lightning which highlighted a giant wave thundering onto the deck. The brief moment of light enabled him to witness the crew struggling hopelessly to free lifeboats. Then another flash of light and another wave crashed across the deck. One moment the crew was there and the next the deck was a mass of turbulent water washing away the six poor souls.

Walter rushed his family onto the deck in a desperate attempt to find a life boat, but they had all been ripped from their moorings and torn to shreds by the angry sea. Seconds later Walter and his family were clinging to the railing for their lives. Salt water stung their skin as the hurricane force winds whipped the salty spray across the deck. Chairs, ship parts, deck equipment, and anything not tied down thrashed too and fro on the swaying deck. Loud crashes echoed from stem to stern of the doomed vessel.

Suddenly a giant lookout tower snapped and crashed just feet from the three desperate family members. Walter screamed for his wife to jump into the water. Grace grabbed Thomas and they jumped over the side, plunging into the dark, churning water and quickly sinking under the thirty foot waves. Mother and son clung together as they somehow pulled themselves to the surface. Now they were above the swirling waves and saw Walter jump over the side and disappear into the murky water as they had done moments earlier.

After a few tense moments Walter surfaced and swam to them, helping Grace and Thomas onto a large plank of wood torn from the rapidly submerging ship. Seconds later the ship moaned like a beached whale and then snapped into two pieces. A loud groan screeched above the screaming wind and thundering sea and suddenly most of the ship disappeared under the breaking waves.

The three survivors clung to each other for their lives as the storm tossed their makeshift raft without mercy. Hours passed as the three lay on their stomach gripping pieces of rope tied to the wood beneath them as the storm raged into the night. Near dawn the sea suddenly lost it's fury, the rain ceased, and wind abated. Somehow the Anderson family had survived the night.

When dawn finally arrived the sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze belied what had happened hours before. On the surface lay what remained of the once proud Pacific Trader. Pieces of the ship, equipment, and personal remains of the crew floated on the now tranquil sea. Walter, Grace, and Thomas were the only survivors.

Just before dawn, as the storm had begun to ease, the three had fallen into a deep sleep. Grace was the first to awaken. When she opened her eyes she thought it had been a terrible dream, but the sound of waves lapping at the raft quickly reminded her that it was only too real. She shook Walter and he opened his eyes and briefly smiled before he too realized what he thought was a nightmare was in fact true.

The two stared out at the vast ocean and could see the debris of the ship they had been aboard just hours earlier. Despair overcame them as violently as the storm that had overcome the ship. With nothing but the tattered clothes on their backs they were doomed to die of thirst or be eaten by sharks.

A few minutes later Thomas awaken and sat up, rubbing his eyes. When he saw the fear on his mother and father's face he knew something was seriously wrong. "What happened?" he asked. Looking around he could see nothing but ocean. His eyes grew wide with fright and he said, "Are we going to die?"

Grace reached to comfort him. "It will be okay. They will be searching for us. There are lots of ships in this area and we will be rescued soon."

Unfortunately the odds were against them ever being found. They were the only civilian passengers on the ship and, while the company would certainly search for them, there were thousands and thousands of square miles to search. The storm had pushed them hundreds of miles from their original route and now they were a thousand miles from the nearest inhabited land in an area known as a graveyard for wayward ships. Dozens of ships had been lost in this area over the decades and none had ever been found.

Walter cleared his throat so that Grace would look over at him. She saw him nodding for her to look down. She almost gasped when she realized that her shirt had been torn to shreds and her breasts were totally exposed. She tried to pull her jacket closed but it was in tatters as well. She looked at Walter and he shrugged. Her face turned red and she covered her exposed breasts with her arms.

The three of them floated aimless on the wayward currents for several days, without food, water, or the ability to catch fish. Grace, a modest woman, was mortified that she could not properly cover herself, not to mention the embarrassment of having to perform bodily function just feet away from not only her husband but also her son.

On the fifth morning, Walter shook Grace to awaken her. "Look, look, is that land?" he asked excitedly, hoping it was not another mirage. They had begun to hallucinate from dehydration and believed they had seen land on numerous occasions.

"It looks like it," Grace answered, "But we have been mistaken before."

"No, no, I think it really is land this time."

Grace began to feel excitement building. She woke Thomas. "Look, Thomas, it's land."

The small dot appeared to be several miles away. Excitedly Walter pulled a piece of wood from their small raft and began to paddle frantically. When he grew tired, Thomas took over. As the land grew closer and closer they grew more excited. It took several long hours of fighting the outgoing tide and the treacherous currents before they eventually reached the island. Exhausted the three of them pulled themselves through the waist deep water and onto the beach before collapsing. They lay on their backs in the sand, gasping for breath, their hearts pounding, feeling exhausted but grateful to be alive.

"We made it," Grace exclaimed when she had caught enough breath to speak.

"I wouldn't get too excited yet," Walter cautioned as he pulled himself to his feet. "We are a thousand miles from nowhere and it is unlikely that this is an inhabited island."

"But there should be food and water here, right?"

Always the practical one, Walter said, "I hope so. We need to find some fresh water quickly."

They were extremely thirsty and hungry and the sun had toasted every exposed body part, but other than a few bruises they were okay.

Walter said to Grace, "You and Thomas get out of the sun and I will see what I can find."

Walter searched for only a few minutes before he found a fresh water spring not far from shore. He realized that this would be a good place for them to make a camp while he checked out the island and found them something to eat. The spring was surrounded by a stand of trees and would provide a modicum of protection from the elements. He hurried back to Grace and Thomas to tell them the good news.

After they were settled Walter explored the island for hours, making his way to the highest point. There he could survey the entire island. It was small, maybe three miles in length and about as wide, and he could see from one end to the other. He could see birds flying and small animals scurrying around in the forest. Although small, the island appeared to have enough wildlife and vegetation for them to survive for some time. Then he saw something on the rocks near the northern most point of the island. It appeared to be debris of some kind. He tried not to get too excited as he made his way down the slope and to the shore. When he was close he realized with growing excitement that it was debris from the ship. In fact an entire section of the ship was perched precariously on the wave beaten rocks.

Amazingly he found a suitcase of clothes belonging to Grace. It wasn't all of her clothes by any means and most of it was not appropriate for their environment, but it was far better than nothing. He also found various utensils for eating and cooking. They could use what was left of the ship to build a shelter. He knew he had to hurry and strip the remains of the ship before the tide carried the most valuable things away.

Over the next several days Walter found enough material to make a crude tree house in which they could live for the time being. He would have rather built something on the ground, but he didn't know if there were dangerous animals on the island and wasn't going to take a chance of being prey to a prowling cat. He used wood and other furnishings from the ship until it ran out. Then he constructed the rest with branches and vines from the island. Over time he added comforts to the house including a means to transport water from the pond up to the house with a lever system. Grace used fabric from sails to create curtains to give them some privacy and a bit of protection from the elements. The house was rustic but nice considering their environment and the lack of tools.

Walter's ability to build came naturally. Although he worked for an import/export company, his family had been carpenters and builders and he was an engineer by trade.

After several weeks they had established a routine of sorts. Walter and Thomas would gather fruit and editable plants as well as catch small fish with nets and crude spears. Grace made their meager surroundings as pleasant as possible with the limited materials she had found on the ship. She was not a great cook, but she knew enough to put together fairly nutritional meals with fruits and plants provided by Walter. Fortunately the weather was great and vegetation seemed plentiful. The island was beautiful and if they had not been stranded it would have seemed like a South Seas island vacation.

While Grace was happy to be alive and happy for the rustic and crude surroundings provided by Walter, she couldn't imagine living like this for months or even years. She had never been the outdoors type. Her family was well off and had been able to send her to the best private schools. She married young, and had given birth to Thomas when she was only eighteen. Walter was a good bit older then she was and had turned forty the year they were married. Because Walter worked for an import/export company, they had lived all over the world; some nice places, and some not so nice. At times she lived in places where she didn't speak a single word of the language. However, she was a dutiful wife and followed her husband wherever he went, never living in one place for more than a couple of years.

Nomad life had been hard on her, but she knew it was even harder on Thomas. They had the money to send him to the best private schools, or even a boarding school, but because they were rarely in one place for more than a year or two, she had taken him with them and had home schooled him. It was the best solution, she believed, under difficult circumstances. As a result Thomas went through his school years without ever experiencing the benefits of socialization that most kids received in public or even private schools. He never had a chance to date, pal around with friends, or even experience the life lessons learned from the mischief kids inevitably got into. More importantly he had missed the dating and courting process that schools facilitated and he had no opportunity to associate with kids his own age. It was something Grace regretted now.

Walter spent his days forging for food and fishing. Grace and Thomas were together much of the day and, while they were already closer than the typical mother and son, they grew even closer. Grace had tried to avoid being over protective but worried that Thomas' lack of social interaction, due to home schooling, would be a major issue if they were rescued. Thomas, at eighteen, was more immature than his age would suggest.

She had seen Thomas begin to grow and mature while they were in San Francisco. Grace was growing comfortable there and had hoped that it was their last move. But, unfortunately, the Asian branch of Walter's business had begun to suffer under poor management. Walter knew they needed to take swift action if it was to survive. Grace hated moving again, and all the grief that came with it, but ultimately agreed that it was critical to the business. Thomas wasn't wild about moving either but he begrudgingly agreed, with the promise that they would send him back to live with relatives in the States if he didn't like it. So the family packed their possessions and hitched a ride on a company cargo ship bound for the Philippine Islands.

Grace had considered staying in the States with Thomas until Walter returned, but her family were traditionalists and all of her life she was told that a wife obeyed her husband and did as he asked; it was for the good of the family. More importantly she worried about the impact of separating him from his father. While Walter worked long hours he was nonetheless a male role model for his son.

Over the past several years Grace had become disillusioned with her marriage to Walter. The great difference in their ages had placed a strain on them from the very beginning. They were from very different generations, and while Walter had always treated her well, much of the time she felt isolated. Most of his friends and associates were older than she was and it was difficult for her to develop relationships. It was even more difficult for her to identify with Walter and his views of the world.

Her marriage was not exactly arranged but she never felt she had a choice. Her family's business was having financial difficulties and a union between her and Walter would bolster their prestige as well as their finances. Like a good daughter she obeyed her parents.

Walter was a good man and while she believed she loved him, she didn't really know what love was all about. She had never really experienced the kind of love she read about in classical novels and plays of the time; the kind where the damsel in distress was whisked away by a knight in shining armor. She knew that was mostly fantasy but wondered if something in between was possible.

Grace was a very tall and attractive woman with a great shape. Her breasts were larger than many of her female friends and stood up proudly with little or no support. Her skin was creamy brown and she had dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Her Eurasian heritage gave her a sultry look and at an early age she fantasized about being a model in the booming garment industry in New York or San Francisco. Her marriage had put an end to that dream. Now she found herself marooned on a deserted island with little possessions beyond the clothes on her back.

While she was ecstatic that Walter had found a suitcase with clothes, none of them were meant for wilderness living. The most protective clothing was a pair of riding pants and boots that she took everywhere she traveled; one of her first loves was horses and horseback riding. Also in the suitcase were three pair of shorts, some pants, which she would have never worn in public, several blouses and tops, and a few pair of panties. There were no dresses or support undergarments, like a corset or bras, and while the lack of dresses was not a problem, the lack of support undergarments could be. Her nipples had always been very sensitive and now, without protection from the fabric of her tops, they seemed to be perpetually hard. She knew that she would have to be careful around Thomas.

Grace had always been a highly sexual woman and at 36 was in her prime sexual peak. She worried that she was going to wear Walter out; now in his late 50's. He was not nearly as interested in sex as she was. Incredibly, in spite of their desperate situation, Grace found that her desires had not dwindled. She was a woman in her prime and, contrary to how women were supposed to feel, she had a fire inside that seemed to have grown hotter in the past couples of years. She had made several attempts since they reached the island to entice Walter into sex but it hadn't worked out. Unfortunately they had little or no privacy and had not been intimate since leaving San Francisco weeks ago. If they could get some private time maybe the two of them could slip off and ... well, she didn't want to get carried away with thinking sexual thoughts; she had Thomas to think about and he wouldn't understand.

Grace knew that Thomas, as a normal teenager, was very aware of her and had seen him studying her recently. Of course she wasn't surprised that he showed signs that he was aware of the female form; he was a normal teenager with raging hormones. In spite of her sexual desires she was a modest woman and did her best to avoid exposing herself unnecessarily. Unfortunately she had slipped several times and he had seen more than he should have. She was still embarrassed that he had seen her bare breasts while on the raft. Even in that difficult situation she could tell that he had been excited. What she couldn't admit, even to herself, was how his glances made her feel in her most private place.

Chapter 2

When weeks turned into months and still there was no rescue, Grace and Walter began to give up hope. They kept it to themselves and tried to put on a brave front for Thomas. They were always positive saying that they were sure that many searchers were looking for them and it would only be a matter of time before they were found. They were not sure that Thomas believed them as he was an intelligent boy and could certainly comprehend their desperate situation on his own.

Unfortunately as time went on it became more and more difficult for Grace to keep a positive attitude. Her greatest concern was for Thomas. There was a pain and overwhelming sadness in her heart for him. It appeared that he might never experience all the things teenagers should experience: he would not go to college, learn a trade, or even find a girl to marry. Even worse, without doctors, hospitals, and medicine, his life could be cut short. It was almost too sad to think about.

In spite of her misgivings about being rescued, Grace continued Thomas's formal education as best she could. She was not college educated, having married so young, and she did not have the skills to go much further with his education, but she believed she could still teach him the more genteel things in life; like how a gentleman treated ladies, social graces, and of course manners. She prayed that he would actually need those skills one day.




Taboo Island Incest



At forty years of age, Marcie Daniels was finally getting to know her fourteen year-old son Robbie. After divorcing her husband 6 years prior, circumstances had led to Robbie living with his father on the east coast while Marcie remained on the West coast working as the head nurse at a large hospital. Mother and son saw little of each other during that time. In an effort to repair their estranged relationship, Marcie had arranged a cruise for the two of them on an exclusive luxury yacht on the South Pacific. The initial time together turned out to be a smashing success. The two strangers bonded immediately enjoying the trip together like two best friends. The vacation takes a terrible turn for the worse when the ship is overtaken by massive storm and capsizes. Marcie and Robbie are the lone survivors and find themselves shipwrecked on a deserted island. The island gods however, are good to them. Not only does the island provide plenty of fruit, fish, and fresh water supplies, the two discover a large cargo storage container washed up from what would seem to be a previous shipwreck. It turns out to contain a plethora of island luxury items including clothes, camping supplies, food and various health and beauty items. Most likely intended to go to a large Wal-Mart-type of facility, it provides Marcie and Robbie several years worth of useful supplies. This proves fortuitous as they discover their location appears to be out of any shipping or air-flight routes. After three years stranded, the signal fire they had built at the shoreline has remained unlit.

None-the-less, the three years have been relatively good to them. Their bond as best friends has grown. Between Marcie's medical knowledge and their ample supplies, the two have lived healthy and well. Robbie has grown into a handsome, well-built man.

Marcie too has flourished. At forty, she had been heavy and out of shape. Three years later, she has blossomed into nothing less than beautiful. The constant diet of fruit and fish as well as the everyday exercise of maintaining the camp and exploring the island have left her muscular and fit. Her large breasts have remained but are now full and firm. The bikinis and tank tops discovered in storage which were once too small for her now provide Marcie any necessary wardrobe needs. Often she and Robbie play a friendly game they call "Does this make my butt look big?" where Marcie models some of the more flattering outfits for her son. His response is always one of praise and admiration for her attractive figure. By the third year on the island together, Marcie begins to notice her son looking at her...differently. His gaze seems to linger over her breasts and shapely legs. Concerned at first, Marcie begins to enjoy the sensation of having a man, even her son, find her desirable. She struggles with her own taboo curiosities as she catches herself sneaking glimpses at Robbie's toned body, especially when he wears only his underwear like swimwear. More than once she has fixed her gaze on the pronounced bulge in his shorts when he emerged from the ocean after swimming or fishing. Their forbidden desires go unmentioned and continue to grow silently. The extent of her son's interest in her as a woman becomes evident one day while she is bathing.

On a regular basis, mother or son would go to a secluded freshwater pool they had designated as their bathing facilities. Refreshed by a small trickling waterfall, the pool and their cache of soap, shaving, and shampoo supplies provided the perfect outdoor shower and bath. On this particular day, Marcie excuses herself and donned in only a bikini and sandals, she takes towel and beauty aids to the pool and goes about her ritual.

Once in the waist deep water, Marcie allows the waterfall to shower over her. She submerges herself then rises up, flipping her long hair back from her face. As she does so, she glimpses her son's face peering at her from amongst the bushes across the lagoon. Stunned, she makes sure not to react and alert him that she has seen him. A warm sensation blossoms in her belly and between her legs. Her mind struggles with the fact that she is both concerned and excited that Robbie is watching her. Her desires win out as she makes a decision. She turns slowly towards Robbie, careful to keep her eyes down toward her body. She plays with her hair a moment, wringing out the excess water, aware that her movements are causing her breasts to ripple and shift tantalizingly. She moves her hands behind her back, unfastening her top's restraint. Her ample bosom swells outwardly, continuing her sensual exhibition. She pauses just long enough for her son to take this all in and then releases the bikini's string from behind her neck and pulls it free. Her perfect tits exposed, she lets them quiver above the water's edge as she drops the bra on a nearby rock and takes hold of the shampoo. Marcie lathers it into her hair and then begins to rub it over her breasts and stomach. Using a washcloth, she proceeds to clean every inch of her upper body, front and back. She dips quickly under the water to rinse off and springs up just enough to allow her glistening breasts to bounce playfully, knowing full well the pleasure this will give to her curious son. Marcie reaches below the waterline and removes her bottoms and places them neatly next to their matching top. As she reaches for the washcloth and bar of soap, she makes sure to expose her hips and her muscular buttocks just enough to add to the show. She knows what is happening is wrong but it feels too good to want to stop. Even so, she has to turn away from her son's gaze as she uses the soap-covered cloth beneath the water to wash her private area. Part of her does this out of shyness, but mostly she does it because touching herself there sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She cannot let Robbie see that she is getting turned on. Her cleansing finished, Marcie climbs slowly from the pool, exposing all of her shapely brown body. She sits for a moment, allowing the sun to warm her. Her eyes take inventory of her figure and she knows that what her son sees is pleasing. Her full breasts are tanned and show almost no sign of tan-lines as she often would lie in this very spot sunbathing in the nude. She briefly wonders if Robbie had watched her doing that as well. The thought causes the heat between her legs to swell again. This spurs her to the final stage of her sultry performance and she takes a bottle of lotion and smoothes it over her toned legs and then proceeds to shave them. Her motions are slow and methodical, both for effect and because of the slight excited tremble in her hands. At one point she opens her legs to shave the inner part of her thighs and to show off her tight hairless vagina in between. She is more than aware that the moistness she feels down there is not just from the water. Marcie's exhibition has turned her on as well. She dips her smooth figure into the lagoon for one last rinse and then wraps the towel around her, ending the performance. A slight rustle from Robbie's hiding place indicates her son has left the theater. 

The walk back to camp lets Marcie's mind race with thoughts of what had happened. Part of her is disturbed by it but it is quickly smothered by her realization that she had liked it; she had liked it A LOT. This was followed by Marcie's desire to not let it end here. As she neared home, Marcie began to devise a plan.

As dusk began to fall, Marcie began to put her plan in to motion. Her return to camp and the subsequent interaction with Robbie had been uneventful. He had seemed his normal self, asking how her bath had been and what else did she have planned for the day. The only twist had come when she had gone to her tent to change. Upon their initial arrival on the island, they had shared quarters; the protective mother looking out for her son. As Robbie began to grow into a man, he had erected his own tent next to hers though on occasion, they would still share a tent but always on separate mattresses. On this day, Marcie was careful to close her tent's flap just enough to shield her but left a small window to allow her to see her son from the corner of her eye. As she dressed herself in only a light halter top and bikini bottoms, Marcie detected her son stealing glances towards her tent, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of her nudity again before looking quickly back to the small campfire he pretended to tend. As it had at the lagoon, her body tingled with excitement. Now, as they finished their meal of fish and pineapple, Marcie began to weave her web of forbidden desire.

MARCIE: Hey honey, I was thinking about something.

ROBBIE: What's that mom?

MARCIE: Well, we've had it pretty good here lately and I've been in the mood to celebrate. We haven't done that in a while.

Robbie smiles at the meaning of this.

ROBBIE: Really? You mean coconut coladas and all?

He was referring to their discovery of the tasty concoction they could make when they poured rum from cases they'd found in the beached storage bin into the milk-filled coconuts supplied by the island. This was a luxury they enjoyed mostly on special occasions. Tonight was to be very special indeed.

MARCIE: (smiling) Yes, of course! The sky's the limit!

ROBBIE: That sounds awesome!

MARCIE: Then it's a date! That is, if you can keep up with your wild old mom.

Robbie smiles broadly as his eyes flicker briefly across the tight top outlining her round breasts. A random thought seems to strike him as his gaze darts back to her face. He too has been thinking about today's events.

ROBBIE: Awww mom. You're not old. You're the hottest woman on the island!

They laugh at the simple joke but the look in both of their eyes reveals that there is hidden meaning for each as well. Robbie stands and moves toward their pile of coconuts.

ROBBIE: I'll go get the coconuts ready, you get the rum.

Unable to restrain herself, Marcie rises and calls after him.

MARCIE: Robbie?

ROBBIE: Yeah mom?

MARCIE: (in a soft voice) Do you really find me attractive?

Robbie turns to face her. This time he does not glance furtively at her but instead looks slowly up and down her full body, pausing briefly at her breasts, the nipples clearly erect beneath their thin covering.

ROBBIE: Yes mother. I find you very attractive.

He blushes and turns quickly to retrieve the party supplies. Marcie stands motionless, the warm, tingly feeling washing over her.

Several coconut coladas later, the two lay stretched out in front of the fire. Their clothes are wet from frolicking in the ocean. Only the sounds of the nearby waves fill the air as they lay silently sipping their latest beverage, gazing at each other. The water has made Marcie's thin white top almost transparent. Her ample breasts and dark nipples are clearly evident and by no accident, several of the top buttons have come undone, allowing a healthy display of her deep cleavage as well. Robbie's buzz has dampened his normal inhibitions and he stares openly at his mother's inviting bosom. Marcie too casts unguarded looks towards Robbie's damp shorts. She is convinced of two things: her son is most certainly aroused by what he sees and he has certainly become a man. A small voice in the back of her mind tells her she must go no further. The rum and her forbidden thoughts lead her to do otherwise.

MARCIE: What are you looking at?

ROBBIE: (sheepishly) Nothing!

MARCIE: (smiling knowingly) You big fibber! Tell me, I want to know.

ROBBIE: I can't! It's silly.

Marcie sits up, purposely letting her tits shudder and strain against the damp fabric.

MARCIE: I want you to tell me sweetie. You can say anything to me.

ROBBIE: You won't get mad or anything? Promise?

MARCIE: I promise honey. She pulls her shoulder back, causing her breasts to rise and push forward. Her voice is low and husky as she asks again: What are you looking at?

Robbie's eyes are drawn for a moment to his mother's boldly displayed chest before dropping his attention to the sand between them. He looks up suddenly to meet her eyes and responds in a proud tone.

ROBBIE: Your body mother. I'm looking at your beautiful body. His eyes return their attention back to the sand. I'm sorry.

MARCIE: Don't be sorry. I'm glad you told me.

ROBBIE: (looking back to her) You're not mad?

MARCIE: (laughs softly) Of course not! A woman likes to be told by a man she looks good.

ROBBIE: But I'm your son.

Marcie rises and moves towards Robbie, kneeling down in front of him. She places her hand against his cheek.

MARCIE: But you're also a man Robbie, a very handsome man.

ROBBIE: You really think so?

Marcie's hand caresses his cheek as she slowly looks over his muscular body. 

MARCIE: Oh yes. Any woman would be proud to be with a man like you.

Robbie covers her hand with his, urging on her touch as the bulge in his shorts begins to grow.

ROBBIE: That's what's driving me crazy. I'm never going to get the chance to be with a woman.

MARCIE: You don't know that honey.

ROBBIE: It's true.

Marcie's last ounce of resistance disappears in a haze of rum and forbidden lust as she looks into his eyes.

MARCIE: Is that why you were watching me wash myself today?

Robbie's eyes widen, his body frozen with guilt.

ROBBIE: You know?

MARCIE: (soothingly) Yes baby, but it's okay.

ROBBIE: It...it is?

MARCIE: Yes. At first I was shocked but then I realized how much I enjoyed you seeing me naked.

ROBBIE: I...I couldn't help it...

MARCIE: Robbie, I'm a woman. I know that a man has needs. I just forgot you have them too. I'm glad you did it.

ROBBIE: You're just so beautiful. I had to see.

MARCIE: Mmmm...I like hearing you say that. You know, I have needs too.

ROBBIE: You do?

Marcie smiles as she runs her hands down his chest to his thighs. She rests them there, gently rubbing them.

MARCIE: Oh yes. It has been years and years since I was with another man but I've never stopped wanting it.

Robbie, as if hypnotized, can only mumble.

ROBBIE: Jeeezus....

MARCIE: So tell me Robbie: did you like what you saw?

ROBBIE: Y...yes...very much.

MARCIE: Did my body make you hard?

ROBBIE: Yes mother.

MARCIE: And then what?

ROBBIE: W...what do you mean?

Marcie's massage intensifies as she sways with the motion. She gently thrusts her chest out, teasing him.

MARCIE: What did you think about? Did you imagine yourself making love to my body?

ROBBIE: Yes. I wanted to be with you mother. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Marcie smiles as her eyes close dreamily. He has voiced her own fantasy. She regains control of herself and seductively moves her hands across her chest then slides them slowly over the curves of her jutting breasts, her thick nipples straining through her shirt.

MARCIE: Would you like to see my breasts again.

ROBBIE: Yes please.

MARCIE: Okay, but on one condition.

ROBBIE: Anything mom.

MARCIE: You have to kiss me.

ROBBIE: Like this?

He plants a kiss on her cheek. Marcie smiles as she steals a look at his nearly full erection, then looks back at him seductively.

MARCIE: No you silly boy. I want a real kiss.

ROBBIE: But I don't know how.

MARCIE: Mmmmm...then let me show you.

Marcie tilts her head as she takes his and leans forward and begins to kiss him slowly and fully on the lips, again and again. As Robbie begins to catch on, each kiss becomes longer and more passionate until they become one long unbreakable embrace, fully awakening the burning desire they each have carried inside of them. Marcie whimpers with pleasure as she pulls Robbie's hand to her heavy tit and lets it squeeze her firmly and eagerly. At last she pulls away, letting him take in her every curve.

MARCIE: That was very nice. Now do you want your reward?

ROBBIE: (in a husky voice) Yes. Please. Let me see.

Marcie laughs softly as she stands before him. As she unbuttons her top, she steps back letting the firelight illuminate her figure.

MARCIE: This for you my son.

She pulls the rest of the unopened shirt up and over her head as her full, firm tits drop out and swell and she raises her arms to display herself. Clad only in her small white bikini briefs, her long wild hair blowing in the gentle ocean breeze, Marcie looked every bit the beautiful island goddess. This effect was not lost on Robbie who stood slowly, staring at her bronzed body and breasts. Marcie is struck by another wave of pleasure as she notes that her son is now fully erect beneath his trunks.

MARCIE: Now that you can see my body up close, does it still please you?

ROBBIE: Yes mother. You are even more beautiful up close.

MARCIE: Well don't be shy then. Come closer.

As if in a trance, Robbie obeys and moves towards her, his eyes never leaving her chest.

MARCIE: What are you waiting for? Touch them.

Again Robbie does as he is told, taking a breast in each of his large hands and fondles them lovingly. Marcie sways forward and purrs a light moan of approval as he massages and cups her bosom. His hands, calloused from chopping firewood and other campsite chores cause Marcie's breasts to shudder each time they brush across her hardened nipples. The sensation is irresistible and Marcie pushes herself into his arms and begins another round of heated kissing. Her will weakened, Marcie does what was once unthinkable in her mind and slips her hand down to his erection and explores it's hardness, it's size. Her mind is awhirl with carnal delight as she discovers her son is very well endowed...'huge' is the exact word that she cannot stop thinking of. It is Robbie's turn to let loose with a moan of approval as she guides the tip of his tented staff to the warm crease between her legs. The pressure sends a shower of sparks through her vagina and belly. Too much, Marcie breaks their embrace before losing control. Robbie protests.

ROBBIE: Don't stop mom. Please.

MARCIE: Not so fast naughty boy. Now it's your turn.

ROBBIE: To do what?

Marcie playfully fondles her breasts and looks pointedly at his crotch.

MARCIE: I've shown you mine, now I want to see yours.

Robbie does not hesitate. Sensing the opportunity to get what he wants as well the chance to rid himself of the shorts which have now become painfully tight, he drops them and awaits her inspection. Marcie's earlier assessment had been more than accurate. His exposed member proves to be at least ten inches and a thickness that was more than proportionate to it's length. His mother's reaction speaks volumes as her eyes widen with amazement and her jaw drops open.

MARCIE: (breathlessly) Oh my.

ROBBIE: Is it okay?

Marcie gasps lightly, momentarily at a loss for words.

MARCIE: Oh sweetie...you...you're magnificent.

ROBBIE: Really? I...I didn't know.

Awestruck by her son's manhood, Marcie can only respond by touching it lightly with her fingers. She strokes it's length carefully, examining it as if it were a rare piece of sculpted art. Her eyes are drawn back to his as he tenderly cradles her right breast in his hand.

ROBBIE: I want to be with you mother.

MARCIE: Oh god...I know baby, but...but we can't...not in that way.

ROBBIE: Why not? You want to too. I can tell you do.

MARCIE: You're right honey. You have no idea how bad I want it, but I'm still your mother and I have to do the right thing.

ROBBIE: But we've gone this far. We can't stop now.

MARCIE: I know what we've done is wrong but you and I have been thrown into a crazy situation and we only have each other to love but it can't go any farther.

ROBBIE: I don't understand.

MARCIE: Robbie, as attracted as we are to each other, I'm still your mother. If I let you inside of me then it will be incest and that is forbidden in our world.

ROBBIE: I don't care. We're all alone here. No one will ever know.




Taboo Island Incest



MARCIE: But there's other risks Robbie. Do you know how a woman gets pregnant?

ROBBIE: Well, yeah. But I thought that was only if a man's sperm goes inside of a woman. I would take it out before that happened, I swear!

MARCIE: (smiles wistfully) Oh sweetie, it's not that easy. Marcie looks longingly at his thick cock. And I'm afraid once we started, we wouldn't be able to stop.

ROBBIE: Please mom. I want you so bad. My cock is aching so bad it almost hurts.

His use of the 'C' word startles Marcie and reminds her again that he is no longer a boy.

MARCIE: I'm sorry, that's my fault. Can't you relieve it yourself?

ROBBIE: I don't want to. I want you to do it.

Marcie thinks for a moment. She is torn between the almost overpowering urge to take him into her tent and fuck him and her waning sense of decency to do the right thing.

MARCIE: I have an idea, but if we do this, you have to promise not to ask for...the other thing.

ROBBIE: What are you going to do?

Marcie pulls him close and kisses him deeply, ever mindful of his swollen shaft pressing against her flat belly.

MARCIE: Go get the lanterns and follow me. Mommy is going to make you feel better.

Robbie goes to his tent and returns with two Coleman lanterns. He lights them and hands one to his mother then reaches for his discarded shorts.

MARCIE: Leave those here...you won't be needing them.

With that, she heads down the path leading to the lagoon. Their short journey is like a dream, as Robbie enjoys his mother's firm, round ass flexing with every step and Marcie enjoys the friction of her thigh's movements stoking the fire between her legs. As they near the pool, she takes Robbie by his cock and leads him to the water's edge. There she stops and places the lantern down, as does Robbie. She watches him as he watches her reach down and pull the string of bathing suit bottoms loose and lets them drop, exposing the smooth V between her legs. They stand before each other silently, the lantern lights illuminating their nude figures. Marcie advances and runs her hands lovingly across his chest and shoulders. She then kisses him as he pulls her against him, crushing her bare chest against his. As their lips part, Marcie looks into his eyes.

MARCIE: Lets get you ready.

She sinks slowly to her knees and takes his manhood into her hands and begins to lick and kiss each side of his shaft. Without hesitation, her lips wrap around his thick head and takes him into her mouth as far as she can, letting her hands attend to the rest of his length. Instantly she feels him swell in her wet orifice as his cock seems to pulse and grow within her grip. After a moment, she releases him, reluctantly but does so before he explodes in her mouth. Rising back to face him, Marcie takes his engorged penis once again and pulls him into waist deep water with her.

MARCIE: Give me your hand.

Robbie does so and lets her guide him between her legs. For the first time he feels his fingers touch a woman's cunt. She moans as his thick fingers split her pussy lips open and rub them firmly.

MARCIE: Now put your finger inside of me.

Almost immediately, she feels her son's index finger enter her and the reaction is overpowering. All of the day's pent up desire explodes within her mind and body as she moans his name and collapses into his arms. Unexplored for so long, her tight cunt muscles lock tightly around his probing finger and seem to spasm with it's every movement. Her head spinning, Marcie pulls his hand away before she faints and kisses him hungrily. As she does so, she places his cock between her legs and past her vagina, straddling his shaft, massaging it with her wet lips. They moan simultaneously as Robbie's grips her right tit and squeezes it.

ROBBIE: Mommy...please let me have you.

MARCIE: No baby...but I'll make it all better for you.

She pulls his cock from between her thighs and shifts slightly moving his mighty shaft against her outer thigh and begins to pump it vigorously as they continue kiss. His grip on her mouth and her tit tighten as she feels his penis swell even more. Robbie begins to groan and pant like a wild animal.

ROBBIE: Oh jesus mom...it's happening...it's...

His cock shudders and pulsates violently in her hand as he throws back his head roars at his release. Mesmerized by his actions, Marcie watches with fascination as her hand continues to work his meat feverishly.

MARCIE: That's it baby, cum for me! Cum for me!

Her command is rewarded as jet after jet of his warm seed explodes against her thigh. The outpouring is seemingly endless as it spews out, it's thick white cloud expanding around her ass and upper legs. At long last, the river of cum begins to subside, though Marcie continues to stroke and squeeze him, wanting every last drop to be extracted from his body. It is now Robbie who collapses into his mother's arms, his body momentarily spent. She holds him, caressing his back and neck with one hand, admiring his weakened but still enormous manhood in the other. In the back of her mind, Marcie realizes that despite the satisfaction of fulfilling her son's needs, she still yearns for more. Sensing his strength returning, Marcie breaks free of him and moves to clearer waters to rinse free of his cloudy release.

MARCIE: There. All better?

ROBBIE: (eying her breasts as they bob up and down) Yes mother...for now anyway.

Marcie smiles as he trudges towards shore but a shadow of concern briefly flashes across her face. She is troubled not only by his comment but by the fact that as he emerges from the water, his emptied cock has already become semi-erect again. 

LATER THAT NIGHT.

Upon returning to camp, Marcie went immediately to her tent and dressed herself in shorts and a T-shirt. While the shirt could not hide the outline of her healthy bosom, it and the shorts fulfilled her goal of being dressed in something less revealing. For the most part their naked walk back home had been uneventful but as Robbie followed her down the path, she could sense his eyes watching her figure as she walked. Her suspicions were confirmed when at one point she felt Robbie's hands around her stomach as he pulled her close and kissed the nape of her neck. His manhood, more erect than not despite his powerful orgasm, danced briefly beneath her bare ass and between her thighs. She did not turn but instead wrapped her arms around his and squeezed and then continued her journey down the path. When she emerged from the tent, Robbie was once again wearing the shorts he had discarded earlier and sat by the fire holding two freshly made cocktails. His smile at her return did not mask the disappointment in his eyes at her choice of a somewhat more conservative outfit. Despite her attempt to not incite further advances, Marcie felt a pang of regret. She realized she enjoyed turning him on. They made small talk as they sat by the fire as they finished two more drinks apiece before Marcie declared it to be her bedtime. As she stood to leave, Robbie rose with her, not wanting the night to end.

ROBBIE: Do you think I could stay with you tonight mom?

Marcie caught herself before her buzzed brain blurted out 'Yes'.

MARCIE: Haven't you had enough for one night young man?

ROBBIE: Not at all.

MARCIE: That's why we can't honey. I...I don't trust myself to behave and I'm trying to do the right thing.

ROBBIE: I'll be good, I promise. I just want to be close to you.

Marcie caresses his cheek and gives him a brief kiss on the lips.

MARCIE: Robbie, tonight was wonderful. I've never felt that way before, but you're still my son and we have to be careful not to let things go...too far.

Robbie kisses her back, taking her hand and placing it on his erection as he does so.

ROBBIE: Okay mom, but if you change your mind, I'll be waiting.

Marcie reluctantly withdraws but her desire is betrayed by her hand as her grip tightens around his cock for a moment before she releases it.

MARCIE: Goodnight honey.

ROBBIE: Goodnight. I love you.

MARCIE: I love you too.

Inside her tent, Marcie fights the lust coursing through her, pushing her to call out to Robbie and invite him inside. She tries to ignore her temptation by preparing herself for bed. It is a feeble attempt as she lights the nearby lantern and begins to undress, knowing full well the soft light is illuminating and outlining her voluptuous curves against the tent's walls. A shadowy show of her figure her son is surely watching. Stripped naked, she catches a glimpse of her body in the small mirror propped up in the corner of her hut. Though a modest woman, even Marcie cannot deny that she has become an almost physically perfect woman. The thought that her womanhood is going to waste haunts her. She strives to reach some sense of normality by donning her usual sleeping attire. Though she often sleeps in only her panties, tonight she adds her occasional nightshirt which is no more than a thin white tank top ( a "wife-beater" Robbie liked to call it). A men's size-large, it fits her tightly but extends down just below her buttocks like the skimpiest of mini-skirts. Dousing the light, she stretches out on her makeshift bed. Almost immediately, her hands begin to explore her taut body, caressing her stomach and breasts before slipping one beneath the lace border of her underwear. There she probes gently at her soft lips before applying pressure to her aroused clit. As she pleasures herself, Marcie thinks only of Robbie's finger inside of her at the lagoon and her cunt muscles spasm in response. A soft but steady moan escapes her lips. Her forbidden thoughts turn to fantasy as she begins to think about her son's thick cock. How wonderful it had felt between her legs that night and how badly she wanted to feel it inside of her. She thought of his meat forcing her open and filling her completely. Marcie's hand quickened across her throbbing clit as her fantasy reached into the ultimate taboo. Marcie imagined the pulsating cock of her son exploding inside of her cunt, infecting her with his fertile seed, impregnating her. She moans deeply again, as her thighs flex and quiver as Marcie nears her orgasm. Fantasy and reality suddenly collide when Robbie calls to her from just outside her tent.

ROBBIE: Mom, are you alright?

Marcie quickly withdraws her hand and pulls her shirt down to cover her damp panties. She reaches over and turns her lantern on just enough to emit a faint glow.

MARCIE: I...I'm fine honey...must have been having a bad dream.

ROBBIE: Can I come in?

The little voice in her head screams 'NO' but her unfulfilled fantasy and orgasm have taken hold of her mind and body's true desire.

MARCIE: Yes, you can come in.

The tent flap's zipper moves rapidly and Robbie steps inside, securing the door behind him. He is naked and fully erect. Marcie's expression is one of mild surprise as a result of both his nudity and the sight of his massive cock.

MARCIE: Oh Robbie, you shouldn't be in here like that.

ROBBIE: I'm sorry mom. When I heard you moaning it made me think of earlier and...well...it made me ache. Do you want me to leave?

Again Marcie's mind and body betray her as she sits up and answers a little to quickly.

MARCIE: No! I mean...I'm sorry I caused you any discomfort. You can stay for a moment if you like.

Robbie smiles and moves to the side of her bed. He surveys her figure in it's tight outfit.

ROBBIE: Wow! You look great in that shirt.

MARCIE: Thank you. It's just my version of pajamas.

ROBBIE: You still look like a million bucks.

MARCIE: You look pretty good in your pj's too.

They both laugh nervously.

ROBBIE: So what was your dream about? Was I in it?

MARCIE: Yes, you were in it and I'd better not say what it was about.

ROBBIE: But it was bad?

MARCIE: (blushing) Well...not so much bad...maybe more naughty.

ROBBIE: Was it about us?

MARCIE: Yes.

ROBBIE: Did you like it?

MARCIE: Yes...it was very nice.

Robbie has heard enough. He leans forward kisses his mother; she does not resist. This only encourages him as he lays her back onto the bed and begins to explore her body with his hands as their mouths suck greedily at each other. Marcie answers his physical exploration with her own, gripping his rigid staff, admiring it's girth. Robbie's impatient hand moves beneath her panties and feels his fingers slip easily into her slick opening. Marcie's hips buck upwards to welcome his touch.

ROBBIE: Mother...you've been a bad girl.

Marcie's only reply is a brief smile and then pulls his mouth back to hers. His touch is maddening and she knows her orgasm is close to being fulfilled but she is not ready to give in quite yet. With the fluid motion like that of a skilled gymnast, she pulls free of their entwined bodies and swings her body over his, straddling him. Once again her pussy rests against his penis which feels like a fleshy fence-rail. Only the thin material of her panties separate their bodies. 

MARCIE: You're being a bad boy.

ROBBIE: I didn't hear you tell me to stop.

MARCIE: I don't want to stop. I want to play...but if we do this, there have to be some rules, otherwise we'll have to stop.

As if to ensure his obedience, Marcie gyrates her hips gently, massaging his manhood between her thighs. The ploy appears to work.

ROBBIE: Mmmm...okay, I'll do whatever you say.

MARCIE: I'll let you spend the night and we can play with each other all you want but you can never put your cock inside of me...anything but that.

It is Robbie's turn to tease as lifts his pelvis slightly, pushing his rock-hard shaft against Marcie's sensitive cunt. He is rewarded with a light moan from his mother as her head tilts back as she enjoys the ride.

ROBBIE: Are you sure that's what you want?

MARCIE: No, I'm not but that's the way it has to be.

ROBBIE: But it's safe now, you drained all of the baby juice out of me.

MARCIE: Mmmm...yes I did, didn't I? But we can't Robbie. If I let you inside of me there will be no going back. It would be incest.

ROBBIE: I don't care. I'd want you no matter who you were.

MARCIE: It doesn't matter. You can have anything else.

To make her point, Marcie pulls the tank top over her head and casts it aside. She lets him take in her perfectly shaped breasts for a moment and then begins to massage them seductively.

MARCIE: Don't you want to have these?

Robbie answers with another hip thrust, causing Marcie to moan with pleasure as her back arches and her chest to spring forward and swell. Robbie takes this moment to pull his mother down to his side and take one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and suckle it. After a satisfied moan from his mother, he moves his mouth to hers as his hand returns beneath her underwear and he inserts not one but two of his finger inside of her moist slit. Marcie meets his heated advance eagerly, her thighs widen to allow him full access to her cunt. They proceed to worship each others bodies without pause. Their positions continue to change, each searching for a new way to please the other. Eventually Marcie's mouth finds it's way to his cock, gobbling it lustfully, each advance looking for a way to get more of him inside of her. Robbie returns her efforts by plunging his fingers deep inside her dripping pussy. Pulling her thin panties to the side, Robbie inserts his thumb into her tight vagina, lubricating it before re-entering his fingers and simultaneously pushing his oiled thumb into her virgin asshole. It's tight muscles resist but a moment as Marcie groans loudly before taking him in.

MARCIE: Oh Robbie...what are you doing to me?

She does not wait for an answer nor does he offer one as she resumes her oral attack, her ass rocking to and fro encouraging his forbidden entry. No longer able to stand it, Marcie breaks free and falls back beside him.

MARCIE: I want you to eat me.

Her virgin son is momentarily confused by this concept.

ROBBIE: What?

MARCIE: Take off my panties and put your mouth on my pussy. I want you to put your tongue in it and taste my juice and then lick me clean.

ROBBIE: I thought your panties had to stay on.

MARCIE: I changed my mind. I need to feel your mouth on me.

Robbie does not wait for further explanation and moves between her splayed legs. Her underwear have been stretched and mangled beyond being of future use so he does not wait to work them off of her but instead rips them from her savagely. Marcie purrs her approval and parts her pussy lips with her hand.

MARCIE: Eat me!

Robbie buries his face between her legs, sucking her moist lips into his mouth as he jams his tongue into his mother's tight channel as she cries out her approval. What he lacks in experience he makes up for with his intensity, ferociously mauling every part of her sensitive hole. Within minutes, Marcie's pent up orgasm comes to fruition. Her body thrashes wildly as she explodes, coating his waiting mouth and tongue with her female juices which Robbie laps up eagerly. She wails a long steady moan of pleasure as his oral assault continues even as her orgasm begins to subside. She grabs her tits and squeezes them as her back arches and yet another howl of bliss escapes her lips. To her own amazement, she is overcome by another orgasm even more intense than the first. Every muscle in her body seems to tense up as Marcie reaches a new height of ecstasy she never imagined possible. Even as her vagina continues to pulsate and convulse, Marcie's body becomes lax. For the moment, every ounce of energy has been drained from her. Robbie rises from between her legs and looms over her, enjoying the spoils of his work. He crawls on top of her and kisses his weakened prey, letting her taste her own body's wet reward.

MARCIE: Oh my god Robbie. That was incredible. I...I've never had a man make me feel like that.

Robbie continues to kiss her mouth and body; nibbling and sucking at her sensitive nipples which send further sparks shooting down her torso. His hips rock gently between her outstretched legs, rubbing his shaft against her defenseless vagina. The time has come for him to take that which he had ultimately wanted.

ROBBIE: You see mother? We were meant to be together. 

MARCIE: I never thought it could be this way but you were so right.

ROBBIE: I'm glad you're finally seeing things my way.

As he speaks, Robbie lets his hips drop back further than before and as he inches forward, the tip of his swollen penis presses against the opening of her channel where he holds it, waiting. Marcie enjoys the sensation for a moment before realizing the magnitude of what is happening.

MARCIE: Oh honey...what are you doing? You're too close.

ROBBIE: We can't stop now. We've come too far not to find out what it would be like to make love.

Robbie inches forward just enough to center his cock into her tight ring, her pussy lips surrounding his head.

MARCIE: No Robbie...stop. I can feel you...we...we can't.

ROBBIE: Please mom...you took off your panties for me...you knew this would happen. You wanted it too.

MARCIE: But we can't, I'm your mother.

ROBBIE: And you're a woman. Let me show you what you've done to me, please.

Despite Marcie's protests, her hips have been gently gyrating around his probing tip. So close to fulfilling her own fantasy, she is not only too weak to resist, but also discovers she does not want to.

MARCIE: No one can ever know we did this.

ROBBIE: It will be our secret.

Marcie raises her legs, caressing his sides with her bronze thighs as she surrenders her womanhood to her son.

MARCIE: Then put your cock inside of me, just for a moment so we both know.

Robbie does not wait and pushes forward, entering his mother. Slowly but steadily he fills her, not stopping at the first few inches but continuing as Marcie's body seizes up as she howls out in both pleasure and pain. If not for the extensive natural lubricant provided by her multiple orgasms, she would have been torn apart. She moans and pants like a wild animal, taking his length. Only halfway in, Robbie pauses then recedes. Marcie's respite is brief as Robbie quickly reenters her, forcing his massive cock even further inside of her.




Taboo Island Incest



MARCIE: Oh my god Robbie...you're so fucking big. I can feel every inch of you going inside of my cunt. 

ROBBIE: I've watched you for so long...wondering what this would be like.

The thought of fulfilling his greatest fantasy as he actually did so, looking down at his mother's exquisite figure as he violated her, aroused him even more. The tempo of his lovemaking begins to quicken and become more forceful. Marcie can only grunt her approval as her son fills her cunt to it's limits and beyond. The dull pain she feels as he stretches her open pales to the ecstasy his giant cock inflicts upon her as it massages every fiber of her sensitive inner walls. Like a wild animal begging to be fed, Marcie spreads her shapely legs as wide as she can asking for more. As her son's cock rams home her entire body goes rigid, her hands clawing his muscular back.

MARCIE: Unnngh...fuck me baby, fuck me.

Her words inflame him as he pistons his cock into her harder and harder, ruining her once perfect twat. As he reaches nearly full penetration, Marcie begins to cum violently as she feels him entering her fertile womb.

MARCIE: Oh god...oh god...YESSSSSS!

ROBBIE: Take me mother.

Marcie's body relaxes slightly as her orgasm subsides. Robbie, however, does not as he plunges between her legs relentlessly.

MARCIE: Jesus...you are incredible!

ROBBIE: Aren't you glad you gave in mother?

MARCIE: Oh yes...yes, yes, yes! Thank goodness we got all of your baby juice out of you earlier.

ROBBIE: (smiling devilishly) Oh, now I wouldn't be too sure of that.

Marcie registers the look on his face and, too late, realizes she has underestimated the recuperative powers of a young man's loins. Her face contorts into an expression of fear and shock at what is about to happen.

MARCIE: No Robbie, NO! You can't do that! I'm not protected!

ROBBIE: I love you...I want to show you...

To prove his point, Marcie's son forces his thick cock into her pussy, stretching it, causing her perfectly shaped legs to spread wide. Marcie's eyes stare into his as she reveals her final secret.

MARCIE: Robbie...I'm ovulating...that...that means my body is ripe for a baby. You'll ruin my beautiful body.

ROBBIE: Don't worry mother, I'll keep fucking you anyway. I have a secret too. He kisses her lustfully as his member enters her further, splitting her taut body in two. Despite her horror, Marcie shudders as she orgasms uncontrollably. I want to get you pregnant...I want you to have my baby! 

MARCIE: No...NO! My god...your cock is swelling inside of me! Pull out Robbie, pull out...please!

ROBBIE: This is for you mother...

Robbie thrusts forward, again and again ramming his mother's ruined pussy as his engorged penis finally reaches full insertion. Her screams of protest are drowned out upon his final entry as Robbie roars triumphantly while his seed spews into her womb. Indeed his earlier ejaculation seems not to have had any ill effects as his cock gushes again and again into his mother's fertile cunt. Marcie moans helplessly with both shame and pleasure as her son's hot seed fills her insides. His load fully extracted, Robbie collapses on top of her, his cock still spasming inside of her. Despite her angst at what has happened, Marcie still wraps her legs around him, holding him inside of her as her hips gyrate gently to continue the exquisite sensation coursing through her loins.

MARCIE: What have you done Robbie? What have you done?

ROBBIE: I've made you my woman mother. Now you're mine forever.

MARCIE: We can't go back now. I can feel your seed deep inside of me...fertilizing my eggs...making me pregnant.

Robbie lifts himself and kisses her gently. He then pulls free of her impregnated body and stands before her.

ROBBIE: I'm glad. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever known and I want to be with you again. Now take me in your mouth and clean me.

Like a beat dog, Marcie obeys her new master. She takes his semi-erect shaft into her mouth and sucks the heavy coating of semen from him, letting it run down her parched throat. When she has finished, Marcie realizes her son has regained most of his erection already. He bends to kiss her, massaging her heavy breasts as he does so.

ROBBIE: Get some rest mom. I'll be back later. I want to fuck you again just in case I didn't get you pregnant the first time.

As he leaves, Marcie says nothing, overcome by what has happened and the realization that she too wants him to take her again.



Taboo Island Love



The Beginning:

The Thomas family had been looking forward to the vacation for a long time. They were in Fiji for two weeks and planned on making the best of it. Jack Thomas was the head of the family; a former US Navy Seal who seemed to become friends with everyone he met. Jack, or "Survivor Jack" as he was sometimes called by friends had a love of the outdoors and travelling to Fiji was one item on his bucket list. Now retired and working as a consultant in Hollywood on action films he was known for going on elaborate hunting, fishing and survival trips.

His companion for many of those trips was his son, Jeff, now 21. Jack taught his son everything he knew about life, hunting, women and survival. Little did Jeff know, he was going to need every bit of that knowledge for the series of events that were about to unfold.

Jeff was your typical 21 year old. He'd inherited his father's good looks and charms with the opposite sex. He was equally adept on a deer stand as he was the back of a car. He stood 6'3 with a solid frame, brown hair, blue eyes and dimples that every woman he met loved.

Jeff was the baby of the family; he had an older sister Katie who was 25 and an aspiring doctor. Katie had dreamed about being a doctor since she was little and was every bit as strong willed as her father. She was as attractive as she was determined and just enough of the "girl next door type" that far too many boys and men fell into the trap of thinking they had a shot with her. Katie was 5'7 with blonde hair, green eyes and a killer smile.

Katie also took after her mother Julie who was a mature version of her daughter. Julie had a history of being her school council president in high school and college, was a dedicated volunteer and self-employed. She was a big reason why Katie wanted to be a doctor.

The family was enjoying itself in Fiji, the trip originally started out as business for Jack but the family quickly manipulated that into a trip for all that extended beyond his business duties. They'd taken a river safari, had gone kayaking and even spent a few days relaxing on the beach, even if Jack and Jeff did complain at times of going stir crazy.

The trip took a dramatic turn at the end of the first week of vacation. Jack and Julie had decided to do some shopping while Jeff and Katie signed up for a day of snorkelling.

Jeff and Katie walked down the dock, excited for another day in paradise. They saw the sign for their boat and a group of equally excited tourists. Everything started as you would normally expect. One of the crew members welcomed everyone onboard, gave an overview of where they'd be snorkelling and a review of the procedures. Once he finished, refreshments were passed around and with the simple sip from a cup, Jeff and Katie's lives changed forever. Within minutes of drinking the seemingly innocent juice, their world went dark.

Part 1:

Jack and Julie returned from a day of shopping having had an exceptionally good time. Jack barely mentioned the fact he was shopping and not snorkelling. They returned to their room and shared a long, slow shower together. Tasting, touching and pleasuring one another while the water fell over their bodies. They were going to meet the kids for dinner at one of the many restaurants at the resort and had time for a little hanky panky.

Julie cooed as her husband lifted her off her feet. "Ooooh Jack!!" she hissed with excitement as he pressed her against the tiled wall in the shower, her legs around his waist as his cock slide inside her.

Jack smiled and kissed his wife. He kissed her lips, her chest and her breasts. "Mmmm Julie, you're a dream" he grunted as he thrust deep inside his wife's wet pussy.

Julie clutched his body as she thrust back, husband and wife fucked in the shower without a care in the world. The falling water becoming background noise like the rolling waves outside. Jack pumped in and out of his wife's hungry pussy, holding his cock inside her for a moment before re-starting his thrusts.

They kissed like long lost lovers, their hands grabbing at each other as they grinded together. Finally their passion reached its crescendo as Jack jerked inside his wife as his orgasm washed through his body.

Julie groaned with desire as her husband started to cum, her pussy squeezed his cock as his thrusts continued, her body pressing against his as she unleashed her own orgasm.

Jack and Julie groaned together in the shower as they bucked together, coming down from their sexual highs.

Afterwards they dressed in their room. Jack smiled as he smelled his wife's perfume in the room. He walked out of their room and went across the hall, knocking on the door for his son and daughter. "Jeff.... Katie?... you two ready?" he asked.

No answer.

Jack tried again, "JEFF... KATIE!!... you better not be sleeping!"

No answer.

Jack sighed in frustration. He checked his watch, the reservation was for 10 minutes from now and he hated being late for anything. He walked back into his room to grab the spare key to the kid's room.

"What's the matter?" Julie asked. Jack snorted his response, "the kids are taking their sweet time getting ready" he said as he strode back out of the room.

Jack slipped the key card into the door and walked in the room. "Jack!... Katie!!.. let's go!"

As he walked inside, Jack realized why his kids weren't answering him, they weren't there. He left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Would you believe this?? They aren't even back yet!" he exclaimed as he slammed the door to their own room.

Julie sighed; Jack was known to get like this at times. "Relax honey, we're in Fiji, we're in paradise. The kids will meet us at the table; they know where we're eating. And if they're too late then we get to have dinner just the two of us, would that be so bad?" she asked.

Jack grunted, "No........... but I'd never act this way to my father." He said as he took his wife's arm and led her downstairs.

Jack and Julie returned two hours later. They had a great dinner but ate by themselves. "They better have a good explanation for skipping out on a family meal" Jack spat.

He opened their door and walked in, stepping into the bathroom. Half a second later his wife shrieked, "JACK! COME HERE....... NOW!"

Within seconds he was at his wife's side and saw the cause for her alarm.

On the bed was a letter, "We have your kids. If you love them you will pay for their safe return" was written in red ink.

The next few hours were a blur for the now worried parents. Within the hour they'd called the authorities and learned they weren't the only ones. There were 15 kidnap victims, all of whom had signed up for a snorkelling trip the hotel now said it never authorized.

Jeff woke up groggy and confused. The last thing he remembered he was on the boat about to go snorkelling with his sister. Now he was in a small room with his sister. He didn't know where he was or how much time had passed.

He stood up and walked over to his sister, she was breathing but still under the effects of the same drug that had knocked him out. Katie woke up soon after; she looked up and saw her brother.

"Jeff, what's going on? Where are we?" she asked.

Jeff smirked and shook his head, "I don't know Katie, I don't know. I don't know where we are, what we're doing here or what happened. But I don't have a good feeling about it."

Katie didn't respond. She didn't have to. The drugging and the fact they were in a room without a window that had a thick door was all she needed to know.

Katie, like Jeff, was scared but still able to function. The siblings scanned the room, looking for a weakness before succumbing to what many people would do in that situation.

They yelled.

They banged on the door and yelled.

They yelled for what seemed like an hour but didn't hear so much as a peep from anyone or anything.

Katie sat back down on the bed, "what are we going to do Jeff?" she asked, exasperated. Signs the situation was starting to sink in flashed across her face. Jeff sat down beside his older sister; he wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her softly.

"I don't know Katie, I don't know. But we're going to make it, we're going to survive, I can feel it in my gut" he said.

Jeff only half believed what he was saying. While he was trying to remain calm on the outside, his heart was pumping a mile a minute on the inside.

The siblings didn't hear from anyone until the next day, or what they assumed was the next day. They woke up to find bread, cheese and water on the floor by the door with a note.

Katie woke up first and wasted no time shaking her brother awake. "Jeff....Jeff... Jeff... wake up" she said.

Jeff groaned as he woke up, "I'm up... I'm up" he said half convincingly.

"Look" Katie said, as she pointed to the food and the note. She got up and brought it over to the bed. As she tore into the bread and cheese, Jeff read the letter.

"You have been kidnapped; if your family loves you then you will see them again."

Jeff read the note two times before he read it aloud to Katie. She stopped eating immediately and looked at her brother. At that time, the two siblings held each other as they wondered what their future held in store.

Over the next two days Jeff and Katie learned they weren't the only ones. They saw one of their kidnappers only once but they covered their face. Katie took that to be a good sign, if they were to see their face it would indicate their captors had no intention of letting them go.

A day later they heard a commotion in the hall. Jeff pressed his ear to the door as he listened to see if he could tell what was going on outside. From what he could tell, one of the other victims was having some sort of medical problem. After a while everything quieted down outside and everything returned to "normal."

Jeff sat down and it was clear he was thinking. "What's on your mind?" Katie asked.

Jeff looked over at his sister, "we've been here at least 3-4 days and not once have we been taken out of this room. As far as we know, no one has. We haven't seen any of the other victims, we just know they're here somewhere" he said.

Katie sat beside him, "yeah so?"

Jeff smiled, "So, the only time someone left a room that we know of was 10 minutes ago when they screamed for a doctor. Why don't we do the same? Only once we're out, we'll make a break for it."

Katie rolled her eyes. "That sounds like a stupid, dangerous idea. What about mom and dad? You don't think they're trying to get us back? You want to screw that up?"

Jeff leaned in closer to his sister, "We don't know they'll be successful, who knows what they know. If we've got a chance, we've got to take it."

Katie paused and looked at the door. Finally she looked up at her brother, "if we're still here in two days, we'll try" she said.

Two days passed with little action. They didn't see or hear from their captors at all. Jeff and Katie barely slept that night, anxious to carry out the plan they'd agreed upon days before.

Katie looked over at her brother, "OK, we'll wait until they deliver the food and then I'll start to yell. I'll tell them you've gone into diabetic shock. Hopefully they won't notice we haven't asked for sugar until now. The shock of it all will be enough. Then when the time is right I'll give you the signal and we'll make our move. Ok?" she asked.

Jeff nodded, "ok."

About 30 minutes later their food arrived. They could hear the scraping of shoes against the floor, Katie sprung into action.

"HELP!!! HELP!!! IT'S MY BROTHER!!! HE'S DIABETIC!!! HELP!!! WE NEED HELP!! PLEASE PLEASE!! HE'S GOING INTO DIABETIC SHOCK."

Within seconds the door opened and two of their captors appeared in the doorway.

Katie screamed again, pointing to the floor where Jeff lay.

"IT'S MY BROTHER!!! HE'S DIABETIC!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP HIM!!! HE CAN'T DIE!"

The two men scooped down and picked Jeff up, Katie followed behind. "HE'S DIABETIC!! He needs sugar! Hard candy! ANYTHING!" she screamed.

Katie followed the two captors as they carried her brother. No one else had come to help, either help was on the way or they hadn't been alerted yet. They stopped at a stairway, one of the kidnappers talked to the other.

"We'll take him to the observation room and get the candy then you watch the girl."

While they stood there Katie got nervous, she couldn't think of a better time, so she gave the trigger phrase.

"Oh Jeff, don't die, please don't die!" she pleaded.

With that, Jeff's limp body instantly became rigid as he shook free from his captors. They were so surprised he fell to the floor. Before they knew what hit them, Katie hit one over the head with a lamp while Jeff grabbed the other and ran him head first into the wall.

Jeff looked up at his sister, his chest heaving with excitement. "Let's pull them into this room Katie, help will be here soon."

Once they dumped the limp bodies in the spare room they closed it and locked it. Jeff grabbed his sister's hand as they started to navigate their way through what appeared to be an old villa. Within 30 seconds a bell sounded and they knew they'd been found out. While still holding hands they broke into a run, making it outside.

The siblings spotted a group of boats at the pier and immediately headed for them. They could hear people screaming and dogs barking in the background.

They made it down to the dock and jumped into the first boat they saw, a Cobalt 323 speedboat. 

Katie was frantic as Jeff searched desperately for the keys.

"Jeff hurry!! They're coming!" she screamed.

Jeff located the glove box and pulled out the key. He inserted it and the boat roared to life. They barely had time to untie the boat before a gunshot shattered the glass beside Jeff's head. The boat sped away from the pier with their captors now in hot pursuit.

"Drive Jeff drive!!" Katie yelled.

Katie stood beside her brother, clutching him as he drove. The sky had turned dark, matching their mood as they sped away from their kidnappers. Rain started to pour as another gunshot rang out, then another.

The rain picked up in intensity as their captors chased them, the island where they had been held captive now far off in the distance.

Lightning cracked overhead, so loud they couldn't even hear the gunshots when (or if) they hit the boat. Jeff and Katie could barely see the other boat the rain was coming down so hard, but they could sense it.

The chase finally ended when another bullet hit the boat and its engine.

Jeff turned the boat off immediately. For a while all they could hear was the rain, all they could see was each other. They waited and waited, expecting to be found, to be captured and maybe even shot but it didn't happen. After a while the engine started to smoke.

"We've got to get off this boat, it isn't safe Katie" Jeff said.

Katie looked at her brother, the boat and then the ocean. Neither the boat nor the ocean was particularly safe, but her brother was right they had to go.

Jeff disappeared into the cabin on the boat. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Her brother looked at her, "there's a dinghy up above, pull the cord and let it inflate. I'm going to gather as much as I can down here and I'll join you in a moment."

Katie raced back up into the rain and found the dinghy, she inflated it and within moments Jeff appeared with a bag full of whatever was down below. He disappeared for a moment then re-appeared with some pillows that were immediately soaked in the rain.

The siblings jumped into the dinghy and pushed off from the boat. As they floated away from the speedboat the smoke from the engine grew and grew until it became very dark and finally culminated with a large explosion.

Everything became very quiet after that. Jeff and Katie sat huddled together, Jeff's arm around his big sister as the waves carried them away into the great beyond.

Jeff and Katie actually lucked out soon after the speedboat exploded. Their captors, thinking they went down with the boat had left and the rain started to subside, the waves with it.

The siblings floated for days, letting the current take them where it pleased. They were hungry and sunburned when Katie spotted land. She grabbed her brother's arm, "Jeff look!" she exclaimed.

Jeff saw the land his sister was pointing at and the two immediately began to frantically paddle their way to safety. They summoned all their strength and were helped by the wind which seemed to magically appear just as they began to tire. When they were close enough, Jeff jumped from the dinghy and began to swim, tugging his sister and the dinghy slowly behind him.

Finally, with their muscles screaming, Jeff, his sister and the dinghy with their meagre belongings collapsed on sand, exhausted.

Part 2:

Jeff and Katie's escape was a bad omen for the kidnappers. Two days after their escape they made a mistake while making a ransom demand which led to their eventual demise. While the authorities talked with the kidnap victims they also did their best to console Jack and Julie Thomas. The story was the same from all victims. Jeff and Katie made an escape attempt and died. Even the kidnappers said it was true.

Despite the overwhelming evidence staring them in the face a search crew was still sent out to look for the siblings. Whether it was a rescue or a recovery crew, no one quite knew.

On the island Jeff and Katie tried to make the best out of their new surroundings. They didn't know where they were taken originally and where the ocean had taken them after their escape. They hauled the dinghy up onto the beach and after making a large S.O.S. sign on the beach began searching for food and shelter.

Jeff with his survival skills took the lead. He built a lean-to over the dinghy which served as their mattress. For food, they started by feasting on some of the fruits and vegetables they were able to find on the island before Jeff was able to make a crude fishing rod. It took some time, but he was able to catch some fish.

The first two fish went to his sister. She objected, wanting to share but he insisted. Jeff was the baby of the family but that didn't stop him from wanting to make sure his sister ate first.

They were still in the clothes they wore when they were kidnapped. Katie in her cotton board shorts which covered up her bikini bottoms and a matching top, Jeff in a pair of swim trunks and tank top. They had spent a lot of time in the sun while in the dinghy and tried to limit it as best they could. This time Katie took the lead, increasing their intake of vitamin C, which wasn't hard with the mango and papaya on the island.

On one particularly hot day, Jeff and Katie were in the shade, lying down and chatting. Katie was curled up beside her brother, her arm draped over his chest, his protectively around her, holding her close.

"It's weird, I know I should be scared but I'm not" Katie said.

Jeff chuckled, "I know what you mean. After being kidnapped and chased stuck on a tropical island isn't so bad."

Katie looked up at her brother, "we're going to be rescued, I know it. Mom and dad won't rest until they find us."

The siblings had come to enjoy their chats in the shade. The topic often had a doom and gloom element to it but they had grown even closer than they already were since this ordeal started that the mere presence of the other was enough.

A few days later Katie was on the beach, going for a swim. They had a fire set up beside their S.O.S. sign and were trying to make as much smoke as possible. Jeff was intent on building a better shelter and decided to take a break. As he looked out onto the beach he saw his sister, wearing her bikini. 

She was an attractive woman. Every guy knew it, and so did Jeff. He was her brother but he wasn't blind. As he stood watching her now he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. They way she moved, her hips, her legs, her ass. That ass. Katie never had a lot of boyfriends, something else was always more important, but as he looked at her now, he realized she could have had any guy she wanted.




Taboo Island Love



Katie turned around and smiled when she saw her brother, unaware of the thoughts running through his head. She jogged over to him, making her c cup breasts bounce along the way.

"Taking a break?" she asked.

Jeff smiled, "I was thinking about it."

Katie smiled back, "well stop thinking, come and join me." She stepped closer and tugged at his tank top, pulling it over his head and throwing it into the sand. Katie grabbed his hand and led him back to the water.

Jeff willingly followed. 

The siblings dived into the perfect blue water. Katie surfaced first and splashed her brother when his head popped above water. Jeff smiled and responded in kind. For a moment they forgot where they were, the seriousness of their situation and had fun. Splashing each other until Jeff dived down and yanked his sister under with him.

Katie shrieked when she re-surfaced and playfully slapped at her brother. Their bodies were close now as they horsed around. With Jeff being the bigger and stronger of the two he was able to gain the upper hand and soon had his big sister in his arms, dunking her once more.

When they re-surfaced yet again Katie smiled and yelled stop. Her chest heaved from all the action, her arms now around her brother's neck. Jeff held his sister in his arms as he caught his breath. He looked into her eyes and smiled. His cock twitched slightly when she smiled back. They stayed in that position for a moment too long until both were a little embarrassed and Jeff gently let his sister go. 

He smiled and cleared his throat, "I should get back to improving our shelter" he said.

Katie bit her bottom lip and nodded, "ok" she said as her eyes twinkled. She watched as her brother walked onto the sand, her eyes never leaving his body the entire time.

Like her brother before her, she now thought of him. He looked good, especially with his shirt off. He was toned, sexy and strong. They had shared a moment in the water, a moment they probably shouldn't have.

Those kinds of moments and thoughts kept happening over the next week. It didn't help that they slept together in the dinghy with Katie sometimes using her brother's chest as a pillow. Jeff's morning hard-on was a sore spot for him, thoughts of his sister were already multiplying in his head and he didn't need his sister to see a physical reaction of those thoughts, regardless of how natural it was.

One day Jeff was walking back to camp when he spotted his sister. Katie was naked from the waist down and shaving. Soap and a razor were two of the items he was able to take from the cabin of the speedboat in his mad dash before it blew up.

Jeff watched as his sister shaved her legs and then her pussy. He knew he shouldn't be watching but couldn't look away. Jeff watched as Katie used careful care to shave herself, then once she was done she ran her hand over her now smooth skin. Her fingers moved from her thighs to her vagina. She rubbed herself and closed her eyes, lying back as she enjoyed herself.

Katie slipped two fingers inside her pussy as she pushed her bikini top up and played with her breasts with her other hand.

Jeff's cock got hard as he watched his sister start to finger herself. She started to whine with excitement as her fingers moved faster and faster. He grunted to himself as he squeezed his cock and watched.

Katie hissed with desire as she started to moan, her nipples now rock hard. She pinched and pulled them while her pussy made her fingers wet with her juices.

"Uh.... uh.... uh.... uh.....uh....uh...uh. uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh UHHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned as an orgasm washed over her body.

Jeff shuddered with lust as he watched his sister cum on her own fingers. He slipped away to masturbate away from his sister with her body and voice fresh in his mind.

In the days following Jeff peeping on his sister Katie noticed her brother acting a little different, a little distant. She had no way of knowing he was conflicted. He was as turned on as he was embarrassed and ashamed for watching his sister and enjoying it.

"Are you ok Jeffy?" she asked as she handed her brother a coconut.

Jeff smiled as he took the coconut; he avoided eye contact for a moment before looking Katie in the eye. "Yeah, just a little tired is all" he lied.

Katie leaned in, concern in her eyes, her hand on his body, her touch was electric.

"Ooohhh you poor baby, you've been working yourself ragged since we got here. You go lie down for a bit, I'll go get some fire wood for tonight" she said while turning away to set off on her chore without even waiting for her brother's response.

Jeff watched his sister walk off, his eyes once again scanning her body.

He walked back to their camp and sat down. He couldn't get his sister out of his head. He knew he should but deep down he didn't want to. Just thinking about her now made his cock hard. It had been a while since he last had sex, a few weeks before they left for the family vacation being the last time. Now he was on an island with a beautiful woman who consumed his thoughts, carnal and otherwise.

He stood up and moved away from the camp, walking into the vegetation he came to a grassy area and pulled out his cock.

It was hard with thoughts of his sister in her bikini swimming in his head. Jeff squeezed his cock as he started to stroke, thinking of his sister. He groaned as he thought about her in his arms again in the water. His cock throbbed as he thought about her standing in front of him, taking off her top. Blood pumped to his organ as the sister in his dream took off her bottoms to match her top. 

He started to stroke his cock, groaning with delight.

He squeezed it again as he pumped his shaft, thinking about his sister. He fantasized licking her, kissing her, tasting her and then fucking her. He thought about fucking her hard and fast then slow and sensual. He thought about her on top, her hands on his chest as she bounced on his cock.

Jeff groaned again. 

"Mmmmmm fuck Katie I want you so bad" he said to no one.

Jeff stroked his cock, faster and faster until his fantasy was interrupted by a scream, wood falling to the ground.

Jeff opened his eyes to see his sister standing off to the side, wood at her feet as she watched her brother stroke his cock. For a moment neither of them moved. They stood and stared at each other. Once the moment passed they both moved quickly. Jeff put his cock back in his trunks while his sister picked up part of the wood and scampered off to the camp.

Jeff picked up the remaining pieces of wood and followed his sister. Once there he put it down.

"Listen, Katie about what you just saw" he started.

Katie looked at her younger brother, "what I just saw? What I just saw was my brother stroking his cock and saying MY NAME!" she exclaimed.

Jeff broke eye contact with his sister.

"JEFF!!!! We -- YOU can't be doing this!! It's wrong!"

Jeff looked up at his sister. "Kate, let me explain" he started again.

She cut him off. "No, let me explain Jeff. You can't have those thoughts. We need each other on this island to survive; you can't be thinking those thoughts. They aren't right."

Jeff sighed; he'd heard this tone in Katie's voice before and decided to put off any thoughts of defending his actions. He smiled, "ok, you're right, I'm sorry."

Over the next month the siblings tried to return to the normalcy that was their life on the island. In the days immediately following Katie finding her brother cock in hand she wore her shorts when she was around him. They weren't long and did little but they were better than nothing. 

They didn't talk much for the next few days, spending time alone but they were the only two people on the island and that could last for only so long. Slowly the incident became less an issue and laughter returned.

The siblings decided they would travel across the entire island as best they could and set out to see what, if anything, they could find.

There was nothing of significance on the island during their travels, save for a few wild pigs, none of whom they could catch.

Jeff and Katie returned to their camp ready to set in for the long haul. They hadn't seen a ship once while on the island and had no idea if they ever would.

Part 3:

It was a bright, sunny morning. Katie didn't know what day of the week it was but she knew it was their 65th day on the island. Her brother was sleeping beside her and as usual, he had a morning hard-on. It was actually the cause for her waking up. Katie woke up to her brothers arm over her protectively and his cock against her ass.

As she slipped away from him slightly, Jeff rolled onto his back. His cock made a tent in his trunks as he slept soundly. 

Katie looked at her brother and her brother's hard-on. The sight of his cock in his hand was still fresh in her mind as was her name rolling off his lips.

Her outburst had been fuelled by the shock of seeing him and her own shame for owning those same feelings.

But it was wrong, of that there was no doubt. Brothers aren't supposed to think about their sister that way just like sisters shouldn't be fantasizing about their brother.

As Katie silently reviewed her inner turmoil she didn't realize Jeff had woken up and saw her staring at his cock as she got lost in her thoughts.

"Enjoying what you see?" he asked.

Katie woke up from her silent discussion and immediately turned red. "What?......NO!.........shut up!" she exclaimed, clearly embarrassed.

Jeff didn't press the issue and simply stood up, "OK" he said as he stepped out of their shelter. He turned back to look at his sister, "I'm going to go for a swim."

He wasn't in the water for too long before he saw his sister approach him and walk into the water to join him. The siblings swam together for a short while before they moved to the shore and sat down in the water to talk.

"I should apologize" Katie said.

Jeff looked over at his sister, "you don't have to Kate." She smiled and shifted closer, "yes I do. I yelled at you for feeling the same things as me. I shouldn't have done it."

Her words hung in the air for a moment as Jeff and Katie studied each other. Jeff broke the tension when he smiled and leaned over to his sister. His eyes were locked on hers before he broke eye contact to whisper in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "I'll accept that apology if you give me a kiss."

Jeff pulled back as Katie couldn't help but smirk. She looked at him and then leaned into him, her lips brushed against his before she kissed his cheek. Her heart pounded against her chest as she kissed his cheek. She could see the disappointment on his face the kiss wasn't on his lips.

"Silly boy" she whispered as she slid onto her brother's lap, straddling him as she started to kiss him with meaning this time.

Jeff groaned as his sister kissed him. He instantly returned the kiss, his hands sliding slowly over her body. Katie pulled back for a moment and smiled, then kissed her brother again. Enjoying the feeling as Jeff kissed her and rubbed her softly.

The siblings started to get turned on by their kiss. It was impossible for Katie not to feel her brother's hard-on just like it was impossible to miss her hard nipples. Out of instinct they started to grind together while they kissed in the water. Losing themselves in the moment before Katie stopped.

"Wait, hold on..........." she smiled. "I like this but it's going way too fast.......ok?" she asked.

Jeff smiled; his sister was still on his lap in the water. "OK" he responded.

Katie flashed a sweet smile back at her brother, glad he wasn't mad and didn't push the issue. "Thank you" she said softly as she leaned in to kiss his lips again before standing up and walking out of the water well aware her brother was staring at her the whole time.

Part 4:

The kiss session changed things for Jeff and Katie dramatically. It was as if a wall had been knocked down. While they didn't talk about it, it wasn't the only time they kissed. The siblings started kissing frequently after that. They kissed in the morning, they kissed at night, and they kissed during the day when they wanted a break. They began to look forward to their kissing sessions and usually all it took was a look from one to spark it.

Jeff loved the feeling of his sister in his arms while they kissed. He loved feeling her skin, rubbing her softly and stroking her while they kissed. Katie began to enjoy rubbing herself on her brother's hard pole while they kissed. The chats they had when they were first lost on the island returned but now lasted for much longer and almost always included moments where they kissed.

Deep down they were both worried they would never be rescued and had started to joke about it to sooth their nerves.

One night they were lying by the fire, Katie was in her brother's arms while his fingers slid over her body.

Katie cooed softly as her brother's hand rubbed her softly. His fingers slid over her body before rising up to her bikini top. He started to tug at the strings, undoing it, going farther than he had before.

"Jeff?" she looked up surprised but not mad.

His smiling face greeted her as her gaze met his. He chuckled, "you're lucky I've lasted this long Katie." He rolled her onto her back as he looked down at her. Only kissing you and not doing anything more is like leaving a Ferrari in the garage, it's a crime against humanity."

Katie giggled, blushing as her brother took off her top. He leaned over to kiss her then let his lips trail over her body. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her chest and then her breasts. Her nipples were hard as her brother kissed them.

He started to rub them as he kissed her. His tongue trailed over her nipples as he enjoyed her body. She wiggled softly as Jeff licked her breasts and then sucked on her nipples. He rubbed the sides of her breasts, his entire concentration on her breasts. 

Katie's hands went to his head, holding him in place. Jeff sucked her left nipple and then his right before moving back to her left. He kissed between her breasts and them all over him and savoured every second.

His head went further down her body, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva down her stomach as he made his way to his sister's pussy. He tugged at her bikini bottom strings with his teeth and undid them without a word of protest from his sister.

Jeff smiles as he looked up at his sister and then back down at her wet pussy. He kissed her pussy and then licked her, tasting her sweet nectar.

"Ooooohhhh Jeffy" she moaned, using the child-hood name that only she was allowed to use.

Jeff smiled as his sister moaned; he continued to lick his sister's pussy, flicking his tongue against her. The longer Jeff licked, the louder his sister got. And the louder Katie got the more Jeff wanted his sister's pussy.

He pressed his tongue down into her and sucked her juicy pussy. He started to finger her while licking her clit.

"Mmmmmm Katie.....mmm god... you're so wet.... so so wet" he groaned.

"Oh god Jeff, don't stop.... please don't stop" his sister begged.

Jeff smiled as he fingered his sister faster and faster. Katie groaned, "God this feels better than I ever could have dreamed."

Jeff pulled his fingers from his sister's pussy and he sucked them clean. Katie smiled and reached up, taking his fingers and sucking them as well. "Mmmmm god Katie, you look so hot, so perfect" he groaned.

Both of their hearts were thumping, blood pumping. Jeff's cock was rock hard and the siblings knew they'd gone past the point of no return.

Katie looked up at her brother, her pussy drooling wet with excitement.

"Fuck me Jeff" she smiled.

Jeff started down at his sister.

"Fuck me............... fuck me right now.............fuck your sister."

Jeff's cock throbbed as he looked down at his sister. He stood up, his body looming over her as he took off his trunks, his big hard cock springing free.

He started to stroke his cock, teasing his sister.

"You aren't going to make me beg are you Jeff?" Katie asked a twinkle in her eye.

Jeff smiled and simply nodded, not saying a word.

Katie bit her bottom lip and smiled, looking up at her not so little brother.

"Fuck me Jeff. Fuck your big sister. Please please please PLEASE FUCK ME!" she moaned.

Jeff couldn't help himself, his cock was throbbing and his sister could see it. He moved down to his sister and mounted her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her down even though she was more than willing.

Jeff's cock rubbed against his sister's wet pussy. "Fuck me little brother...... fuck me.. fuck me... fuck me" she teasingly whined.

Jeff groaned with desire and Katie smiled with satisfaction. She felt her brother's cock pressing against her as he leaned down to lick her lips as he started to push his cock inside her. Jeff's gaze never left hers as his cock started to slide inch by inch inside his sister's warm wet pussy.

With remarkable composure he pushed his cock inside his sister until he could go no further; he was balls deep inside his sister.

His breath was hot on her body, their gaze locked on one another.

Katie licked her lips slowly and then moaned, "Fuck me Jeff."

His eyes bulged with lust as his sister moaned one last time. He pulled his cock back and thrust back into his sister, fucking her with pent up lust and desire.

Katie moaned out as her brother started to fuck her, "OOOOOOOHHHH YES JEFF YES YES YES!" she exclaimed. Her brother controlled her body and his as he fucked her, his big cock pumping in and out of her for the first time. He held her body in his arms as he fucked her. Using her as his fuck tool but making her feel like anything but.

Jeff didn't say a word as he fucked his sister but he didn't have to. She could see in his eyes how much he was enjoying it. After his initial thrusts he slowed down, working to a normal pace as he fucked his big sister, filling her completely with his cock.

Their bodies started to sweat as the fucked by the fire on the beach. Brother and sister together as one, interlocked in their taboo lust.

They kissed as they fucked, Jeff grinding down into his sister. He licked the sweat from between her breasts as they fucked. Tasting her sweat and skin and loving every second of it.

"Oooohhhh god yes Jeffy.... your cock feels so GOOD... it feels so RIGHT" Katie encouraged.

Jeff smiled as he fucked her and spoke for the first time. "Mmmmm god yes Katie... I can't believe how good you feel" he grunted.

Katie started to grind with her brother, fucking him back as they shared their bodies completely with one another on their deserted island. Katie held onto his body as he held onto hers, enjoying their fucking far more than she'd ever enjoyed fucking anyone else. She couldn't believe it was her little brother giving her the most intense fucking of her life.

He grunted as he thrust his cock deeper inside her, his balls slapping against her as they fucked. His cock started to throb just as her pussy started to tremble, the sibling's orgasms building at the same time as if they'd been lovers for years.

Katie held her brother inside her as they fucked with passion, not letting him pull out. Finally her pussy clamped down on his cock as their orgasm's boiled over and they came together.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" Katie moaned, unable to emit an actual word as her orgasm washed through her body.

Jeff held his sister tightly as he went rigid and then exploded inside her. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck YES Katie YES!" he yelled out.

Brother and sister came together, Katie's juices soaking her brother's cock as he unloaded his cum inside her. Slowly his thrusts began to die down until they finally stopped.

Katie and Jeff shared a contented kiss to cap the fucking as he pulled out of her and stood up. Leaving their bathing suits in the sand he picked his freshly fucked sister up and carried her in his arms to their make shift bed so they could sleep together for the first time as lovers. Within minutes they were asleep, Katie curled up against her brother with his arm protectively around her.




Taboo Island Love



Part 5:

The morning after Katie woke up before her brother, the events of the night before racing through her head. She had fucked her brother -- and she had LOVED it. She hadn't even thought of her brother sexually until the island but now it felt so right. It was like robbing a bank and knowing you'd succeed every time. They were alone on an island and free to act as they wished.

In the days immediately following their first fuck all the siblings wanted to do was fuck. Life as it had been on the island was put on hold. Jeff and Katie fucked like long lost lovers. Jeff had an enthusiasm to fuck his sister that Katie had never experienced before. His desire only added to her lust for more, created by the taboo of fucking her own brother. 

The siblings were inland one day while they were still on their personal sexual revolution. During their earlier travels they'd found some caves next to a small pond and that's where they were now.

Katie was on top of her brother, kissing him while she rubbed her wet pussy against his hard cock. It was afternoon and they'd spent the entire day fucking. Jeff's hands were on her body as they kissed.

"Mmmmm Katie, you feel sooooo good" he groaned.

Katie broke their kiss to giggle affectionately. "You don't feel so bad yourself tiger" she cooed.

She sucked in her breath and started to kiss all over his body, slowing moving lower and lower. "Mmmmm in fact, you taste as good as you feel" she moaned.

Jeff groaned as his sister planted soft, sensual kisses all over his body. She kissed her way down to his groin which she had eagerly shaved the day after their first time together. Soon after she shaved her brother, she sucked his cock, something she was about to do now.

Katie looked up at her brother and stroked his cock. Her hand moved up and down his shaft as she slowly licked his cock. She smiled, "feel good?" she asked.

Jeff grunted with lust, "Ughh.. you KNOW it feels good Katie."

His sister smiled with satisfaction. She loved the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes when they were together. She stroked his cock nice and slow while she started to suck on his balls. Katie let go of his cock and let it rub against her face while his balls rolled around in her mouth.

"Mmmmm Katie" Jeff moaned.

Katie's eyes flashed with excitement. She moved her lips from his balls to the head of his cock. She kissed it softly, sensually before licking all over it. Katie didn't stop until her brother's cock was drenched with her saliva. Then and only then did she start to suck it.

Katie slurped loudly on her brother's cock as she started to suck him. He grunted with joy, "oh my god yes Katie..... fuck yes..... god yes" he rambled.

Katie smiled around her brother's cock as she sucked him off, taking more inside her mouth with every passing second.

"mmm.....mmmm......mmmm.....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she moaned around his cock.

Katie pulled off her brother's cock and moaned, "God I love my brothers cock" before gobbling it up again. The siblings had really gotten into the brother-sister aspect of their sexual adventures.

Jeff watched as his sister took more and more of his cock until she was deep-throating him. His throat was dry while hers was full. Katie sucked her brother's cock like a pro, feeling his shaft throb in her mouth.

Jeff's hands went to her head as Katie sucked his cock. He groaned loudly as he watched his sister. Katie could feel her brother's hands on her and it made her want him even more. He couldn't stop touching her.

"Fuck Katie.... god... you're driving me insane" he grunted.

Katie smiled around his cock but her only response was her loud slurping on his cock. She sucked his cock faster and faster before she started to stroke his cock while concentrate only on his cock-head.

She stroked his cock face while she sucked his head, humming on his cock. Katie felt her brother about to cum and took his shaft back in his mouth.

"Mmmm Katie, god yes....... I have to cum" he groaned.

Katie started sucking faster and harder on her brother's cock. His head fell back in ecstasy until he couldn't hold out any longer. He groaned loudly and then erupted, shooting his load down his sister's throat.

"Mmmmm" Katie moaned as she swallowed her brother's cum. "Mmmm....mmmm.....mmm" she moaned as she took every drop.

Jeff groaned as his sister sucked his cock dry. She let it escape from her mouth as she climbed back up his body.

Jeff held her close as her naked body rubbed against his. She squealed with excitement when he rolled her on her back and started to suck on her tits. Jeff enjoyed his sister's body as she squirmed beneath him.

Jeff rubbed the sides of his sister's breasts while he sucked on her nipples. He moaned into her body as he sucked and then kissed her breasts.

"Oooooohhhh yes Jeffy" she moaned.

Jeff smiled as his sister moaned. He licked and sucked on her breasts before he started to lightly nibble over his skin. Katie immediately had goose bumps on her skin as her brother licked and nibbled her body. He made his way back to her nipples. Jeff nibbled on one while he pinched another.

Katie's nipples got even harder as he played with her tits. While her nipples got harder, she felt his cock starting to come back to life against her. Jeff's cock slowly grew longer and harder as it moved against her soft skin.

Jeff groaned as he looked down at his sister. His lips moved from her tits up to her lips and he kissed her hungrily.

Katie kissed her brother back as she felt him moving on top of her, moving in position to fuck her once more. 

Katie broke the kiss and looked up at her brother, "god I love this" she hissed.

Jeff grinned and didn't say a word. He let his cock do the talking. Jeff's cock slid back inside his sister's warm, wet pussy. She shuddered with satisfaction as her brother started to fuck her again. She'd lost count how many times they'd fucked now; neither of them could get enough.

Jeff and Katie worked into a passionate rhythm, fucking each other with genuine desire. Jeff grinded down into his sister as she pushed back, fucking her brother just as good as he was fucking her. 

Katie wrapped her legs around her brother as he fucked her hard and deep. Jeff's cock pumped in and out of her. His cock was relentless as he fucked her. He fucked her harder and deeper, sliding balls deep inside her.

Brother and sister fucked each other, alone on the island, not knowing if they'd ever be found and at that moment -- not caring if they'd ever be found. All that mattered was that their newfound pleasure continued.

It continued with Jeff's cock sliding harder and deeper inside his sister's pussy. Jeff squeezed his sister tightly as he fucked her, harder, faster.

Katie moaned as her brother fucked her, "ooohh yes... yes... Jeffy... yes... fuck me... fuck me.... FUCK ME... fuck me... I need this.. fuck me."

Her moans only fuelled Jeff's lust. He had no intention of stopping and responded to her moans by fucking her even faster.

The only time he stopped was when he pulled out of Katie and put her on all fours. She groaned with lust as Jeff moved behind her and slid his cock back inside her. He grunted as he pushed deep inside his sister, impaling her on cock.

Jeff fucked Katie hard and deep, pushing her to her elbows as she took her brother's cock.

Jeff loved fucking his sister from behind. She continued to fuck him back, rolling her hips with him as he fed her his brother meat.

Jeff held onto Katie's hips as he fucked her. He reached down to play with her pussy while he fucked her. Rubbing and flicking her clit as they fucked. 

The siblings moaned together as they fucked, their moans floating into the forest surrounding them on their private island.

Their bodies started to glisten with sweat as they fucked. "Oooohhh ooohhh ooohhh yes" Katie moaned. 

"Mmmmm fuck Katie.....ooooohhhh god Katie" Jeff responded.

"Fuck me brother!!" Katie squealed.

Jeff started fucking his sister harder and faster, picking up the pace as he fucked his sister from behind.

Katie could feel her orgasm rising as her brother fucked her. Jeff's big cock felt so good inside her, she closed her eyes as they fucked. Her pussy clamped down on her brother's cock. "Mmmmm Jeff.... I'm going to... I'm going... I'm going to cummm" she hissed.

Jeff could only grunt a response. He fucked his sister harder; he bucked into her as her pussy gripped his cock.

Finally she let go and started to cum all over his cock and moaned out as she did.

"AAAAAAAahhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssss god yes Jeff..........I love thisssssssss" she moaned as she came all over his cock.

Jeff fucked his sister through her orgasm, his cock throbbing inside her until he too could hold out no longer and he came once again, flooding his sister's pussy with cum.

The siblings came together; Katie came all over her brother's cock while her brother came hard inside her.

When they were finished they slumped together. Katie once again moved to one of her favourite positions, on top of her brother as his arm moved around her, their chests heaving as they caught their breath.

Katie smiled as she felt her brother's cum oozing out of her. She leaned over to kiss him passionately. Jeff returned his sister's kiss, loving the feeling of her lips against his.

Part 6:

It had now been almost three months since the siblings had washed up on the island. Their lives had changed dramatically over that time. They still held out hope they'd be rescued but had lost hope. From the looks of it the island had never had a human visitor until they arrived. They hadn't seen a plane or a boat since their escape from their kidnappers.

Their focus had turned to long-term survival on the island and now their mutual desire for each other. Their family had come to Fiji during the humid season and they had moved their shelter further inland. The sun was simply unbearable at times, forcing them to seek shelter and each other's arms.

Their new sexual fad centred on Katie riding her brother's cock. The sight of his sister sliding down his cock and impaling herself on his cock was a favourite of Jeff's. Katie enjoyed the power she had on top and definitely knew what she was doing as she rocked and bounced on his shaft.

The siblings also enjoyed kissing while Katie simply sat on her brother's cock. The two seeing how long they could last before they had to start grinding together.

Their taboo love was abnormal but it was the only thing that made them feel normal. The fact they were brother and sister became an added sense of enjoyment. The rules of the real world no longer applied. They knew it was likely Katie was either pregnant or would soon be pregnant with her brother's child but they didn't stop. They hadn't thought of the consequences when they started and figured they were too far gone to stop now.

One night after another meal of fish they were lying by the fire. Katie in her brother's arms, the siblings locked in their taboo embrace. They kissed with passion and hunger. Suddenly Katie stopped.

"Something wrong Kate?" Jeff asked.

Katie looked at her brother and smiled, kissing him softly. A tear started to run down her cheek, "do you think we'll ever be found?" she asked.

Jeff smiled, "I can't lie to you Katie, I don't know, we can't give up hope."

Katie smiled and kissed her brother again. "You know what's crazy? I can't decide if I want to be rescued" she started. "On the one hand I LOVE what we've started and I don't want it to stop, but it would have to if we were rescued, wouldn't it? And what if we're found and I'm pregnant!?!" she asked with fear in her eyes.

Before Jeff could answer she continued, "And what if we aren't rescued, what happens to us? How long can we last here? What if one of us dies before the other, what then? What if I'm pregnant and I have to give birth on this island, what kind of life is that?" she asked.

Jeff smiled and stroked his sister's hair. "Those are all good questions Katie, questions I don't know the answer to. But I do know this. I didn't plan on having sex with you three months ago and it has given me more pleasure than I thought possible. Our lives are in fates hands now. Everything that has happened has happened for a reason, I truly believe that. We'll get through whatever comes our way and we'll do it together. All we have to do is keep on living and right now, I can't live without you."

Katie smiled, another tear running down her cheek. Jeff wiped it away softly as his sister climbed back on top of him. "I love you" she whispered in his ear before they started to kiss again. Their kiss was tender and passionate and very strong. Katie felt her brother's cock grow beneath her and sank down on his cock once again.

She put her hands on his chest as she started to fuck him, her breasts bouncing softly. Jeff groaned as he and his sister did what gave them pleasure, an escape from reality.

The siblings fucked long into the night, not knowing what the next day would bring.



Taboo Island



Walter, oh the other hand, was convinced that she was wasting his time. He believed the boy needed to learn survival skills; the things that would keep him alive when he was no longer there to hunt, fish, and protect him. He knew that in this hostile environment even a minor mistake in judgment could be fatal. He also did not want his son to be a wimp, but, unfortunately, it certainly appeared that he was well on his way. He saw him clinging to the skirt tails of his mother.

As a result Walter began to resent Grace monopolizing so much of his time. Yet he gritted his teeth and accepted it begrudgingly because he knew coming between a mother and son could be counter-productive under the best circumstances, and family squabbles could divert their critical focus on survival.

Grace, of course, could feel the tension with Walter. In spite of that she had insisted that she continue Thomas' education. After much discussion they agreed that she would have several hours of uninterrupted time each day with Thomas and then Walter could have him for the rest of the daylight hours.

Walter wasn't pleased, but took what he could get. Over time he taught Thomas to track and hunt as well as spot the types of plants and roots that were editable. Thomas had picked it up quickly, but Walter that he would rather be reading or reciting poetry to his mother.

Grace made sure that she used the time she had with Thomas wisely and felt it was very important that they not be interrupted. She found a place off the beaten path; a beautiful lagoon with a water fall, where they could have uninterrupted time together. There she worked with him to insure that he maintained his math and reading skills. While they had no writing materials, they had found a number of books from the ship and she had Thomas read to her every day. She would give him math problems to solve mentally and have him recite the times table. She even gave him homework problems.

Beyond the education, she and Thomas came to love the personal time together. Thomas would often brush her long hair as she sat on the rocks overlooking the lagoon. They both enjoyed also him reading and reciting poetry. In addition they spent time talking about life and their feelings about everything from religion to politics. The only exception was sex. Anytime the subject came up Grace would divert the conversation or gently end their session. She did not feel qualified to discuss sexual matters with a teenaged boy. Yet she knew that at some point it would have to come up. Her plan was to send him to his father. Unfortunately she knew that Walter would not answer his questions either. When the subject finally came up it caught her totally off guard.

Thomas was brushing her hair one afternoon at the lagoon when he said, "Mom, I saw you and Father last night."

"Saw us?" she asked.

"Yes. You and dad were in bed."

Grace could feel her face flush and she trembled. She knew what he was talking about. She and Walter finally thought they had enough privacy to make love. Obviously it wasn't so private. "You should not be spying on us?" she said with more anger than she intended.

"I wasn't spying. I couldn't help see you two; my bed is just across the hut."

Grace knew he was right. She and Walter had known it was a risk.

"Will I ever get the chance to do that with a girl?" he asked. "I mean, I have never been on a date, or even kissed a girl, and now it looks like it will never happen."

"Of course it will, because we will be rescued." Grace felt a pain in her heart at perpetuating what she knew was a lie.

"Come on, Mom, it is not going to happen and you know it. Nobody is looking for us any longer. We are alone here, maybe forever." He paused for a few moments before he said in a quiet voice, "You have Dad, and I have nobody."

Grace turned to him and put her arm around his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Thomas, it is hard on your father and me, but I know it is hardest on you. But we can't give up hope for our future."

"What future?" he spat. "We have no future. It's all Dads fault. I hate him." He threw the hairbrush down and turned away from his mother. She hugged his back as tears fell. He was silent for a while, obviously trying to control his emotions. He knew it wasn't her fault that they were there. It was his father's career that always came first. They never stayed anywhere long enough for him to have friends or put down roots and now he had gotten them into this fix.

Thomas softened his tone and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't blame you. I'm trying not to hate Dad either. But I am growing up and ... I have these all these emotions going through me. I feel like my life is slipping away."

"I know, Sweetheart, I know," Grace said.

Thomas continued, "I just ... I have these feelings, you know, inside, and I don't know what to do about them. My body has changed and I have grown up physically but mentally I ... I think I am falling behind. I try to think about other things but most of the time it doesn't work. I sometimes think I am going mad. And then I saw and heard you and Dad. I know you were having sex, but I don't even know the first thing about it. I tried to ask Dad, but he just yelled at me, saying that I should keep my mind on survival and out of the gutter."

Grace winced at his words. "I am not a very good person to ask about these things," she said weakly. "You know that your father has been my only partner and when I was growing up no one talked about those things, at least to a girl."

"Dad won't answer my questions and you won't, so who do I ask about it? Maybe I should talk to the birds or the fish."

Grace sighed. She knew she had no choice. She would have to be the one to teach him. Still, although she knew a great deal more than he did, she didn't know that much about sex either. After several long minutes she said, "Okay. But you have to understand that I am no expert."

"You know a lot more than I do."

"I was eighteen when I married your father and I had never dated anyone else. Our families expected us to get married, because it was best for them and the two businesses. So, while it wasn't exactly an arranged marriage, it was not my choice either. In many ways I am like you. I didn't have my teenaged years. Your father and I only knew each other for a few months before we were married."

Then he asked a question that shocked her, and she wasn't prepared to answer. "Do you love him?"

She hesitated for several long moments before she said, "Yes, I ... I suppose so."

"You made love to him, so you must love him."

"Married people do that."

"Why?"

"Well, to procreate the species."

"What is 'procrate'?"

"The word is procreate, and it means making babies."

"Oh."

"Procreating is the way the species survives and most people want their family name to survive. It is inbred in all animals, including humans. Without procreation, families and society would end."

A smile came to Thomas' face. "You and Dad could make more babies and I would at least have brother and sisters."

Grace didn't return his smile. "We tried to have more children for years and years, but unfortunately your father cannot make any more children. He is a lot older than I am and when men get older they lose their ability to make babies. We think it might have been when he got sick early in our marriage. He got the mumps."

"But I saw the two of you making love, so if you cannot make babies why do you do it?"

Grace sighed. "Because it feels good, and people, men and women, have been endowed with sexual desire by our creator in order to insure that the species survives."

Thomas looked confused.

"Let me explain it this way. Sexual desire is a natural part of our lives. It is a motivating factor for all species. I am sure the feelings you are having are perfectly normal. Sexual feelings begin in the early teens or earlier. All animals, especially humans, have sexual desire inbred in them. We satisfy that desire by making love and that, in turn, creates babies."

Thomas nodded. "So is the primary reason for making love to make babies or for pleasure?"

"Both."

Thomas was silent for a few moments and then he said, "This is going to sound really dumb but how do babies get made exactly? I mean I know a little about it, but not much. You've taught me everything, but we have never discussed sex."

Grace could feel her face flushing hot. "I suppose I was waiting until you were older, or maybe hoping that you would learn it on your own. I'm sorry I didn't make it a part of your education." She paused for long moments to get her thoughts together. "Let me see if I can make this simple. When the man gets excited and his thing ... uh ... penis gets hard, he gets an erection, and then he puts it into the woman. That is called intercourse. He moves it back and forth and eventually he shoots the seed into the woman. The sperm, as it is called, travels up the woman's canal until it reaches an egg and they mate. Nine months later a baby is born." She paused, feeling proud that she had made it seem so simple. Then she said, "That is the condensed version."  

"I know what an erection is," he said with a smile.

"I figured you did," Grace said returning the smile.

"So sperm is that white stuff that comes out?" he said.

"Yes and no. The white stuff, as you call it, is actual called semen and is mostly protein. It is the liquid that your body produces to protect and carry the sperm. Sperm is the life giving force. From what I understand there are millions of them and each one carries what and who you are on to the next generation. The woman produces one egg per month and the millions of sperm battle to be the one that inseminates the egg, making the woman pregnant." Grace paused and then said, "There is a lot more to it and it is complicated. Does any of this make sense?"

"Yes, I think so. So you and Dad have the desire to make love and you do it, but not always to make babies. And Dad can't make babies anyway."

"Yes. However, even if a man has lots of sperm a baby it not always made. You remember when we saw the baby sea turtles rushing to the water the other day?"

"Yes."

"Many of them do not survive the trip to the water and then many more are eaten by fish once they get to the water. Only the strongest survive and they in turn have been given the desire to mate with other sea turtles and the species lives on. It is the same with sperm. They are all making the dash for the water, so to speak, but the difficulty of the trek and chemicals inside the woman prevent all but a very few from making it to the end. And then only one, or sometimes two, the strongest, are able to penetrate the woman's egg."

Thomas summarized what he thought his mother was saying. "So we were given the desire to mate and it is a natural part of our being. You and Dad make love because it feels good even if he cannot make you pregnant. It satisfies a desire."

"Yes, that is exactly right. It feels good and it is a way to show love." Incredibly this discussion had made Grace's heart beat faster and her nipples had grown hard under her top. She was wearing a thin top, riding pants and boots. The shirt was too thin, allowing the soft flesh of her large breasts and pink nipples to be seen if the light was right. The pants were a little too tight on her butt and across her groin and she could now feel the seam rubbing between her legs.

"We love each other, Mother and we don't make love," he said with a cock of his head and a little smile.

Grace's face glowed hot. "That is different. We are mother and son."

Thomas was silent for a long while before he said rather sadly, "Mother, if we stay on the island forever, I will never get a chance to make love."

Suddenly the tone of the discussion had changed. Grace felt her heart breaking. His words were true and there was nothing she could say to make him feel better. "We will not stay here forever. We will be rescued," she said unconvincingly. Then she added as brightly as possible, "Now I think that is enough about the birds and bees for today."

"Birds and bees ... I thought we were talking about men and women making love," he said, a smile coming to his face.

Grace returned his smile. "Don't get impertinent, young man," she said as she reached over and tickled him. Thomas fought playfully and tried to tickle her. In their laughter they tumbled across the ground with Grace landing under Thomas. Suddenly he was on top of her with his hips between her thighs. Just as suddenly their laughter stopped. Somewhere during the conversation Thomas had gotten an erection. Grace felt his hardness pressing to her strangely tingling private parts.

"Is this how you and Father do it?" Thomas asked breathlessly, pressing his erection to his mother's crotch.

"Thomas, get off of me this instant. This is inappropriate," she said. She pushed Thomas off and hurried off down the hill toward the camp without looking back.

Thomas wondered what he had done wrong. He couldn't understand why his mother had gotten so upset. He never wanted to hurt her and he wasn't trying to have sex with her. He was confused. When he got back to the hut he saw his mother preparing dinner. "Mother," he said with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

Grace turned around ready to admonish him again when she saw her son's repentant tears and her heart melted. She pulled him to her for a tight hug. "I know. I know," she whispered as tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks. She held him tightly for a long time.

After a few moments Thomas said, "Can we still ... talk about ... uh ... things?"

Grace pushed him to arm's length and looked into his eyes. "Yes, but you have to promise to behave yourself."

Thomas smiled through his tears. "I'll try," he said as he wiped his eyes.

Grace returned his smile and hugged him to her heaving breasts again, suddenly wondering if she could "behave" herself.

Chapter 3

Grace began to have second thoughts about their meeting place. It was quite private and maybe just a little too remote. The trail leading to the rock was hidden and once they were there they could not be seen. With the exception of the top of the rocks above them, which was difficult to get to, they were totally hidden. Then Grace wondered why she was so concerned. After all the was the adult and she could control the situation ... at least she hoped she could.

For several weeks the conversation stayed mostly about the basics of reading and writing. However, she knew that sex was always on Thomas's mind and she dreaded the continued conversation. But as expected, Thomas brought it up again.

"Mother, uh, I have a question," he said.

"Sure, you know you can ask me anything."

"Well, uh ... it is kind of personal."

Grace felt her face flush and knew what was coming. "Uh ... go on."

"You know we talked about ... we uh ... we talked about sex and stuff," Thomas stuttered. "Sometimes I get an ... you know, an erection and I am not sure why. I mean it is not always when I am thinking about sex."

Grace giggled. "That happens sometimes in the morning when you have to go to the bathroom. It happens to your father. That is healthy."

Thomas smiled. "Oh. Then lots of times I have these strange dreams at night and it gets hard. And then I ... I ... you know get all wet and stuff. Is something wrong with me? I mean it is like I am trying to make a baby without a woman."

Grace had to smile again. "Nothing is wrong with you, Thomas. What is happening is perfectly natural," Grace answered with a slight blush.

Thomas thought for a few moments and said, "Sometimes ... I ... uh ... touch myself, but I have been afraid to do it too much. I mean it feels good and the stuff comes out, but ... I ... don't want to do it too much because I'm afraid I might hurt myself. Can I do that too much?"

Grace laughed out loud, putting her hand over her mouth, and immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry. It is not funny ... it is cute."

Thomas's face turned red with embarrassment.

Grace moved to sit next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry, you can't hurt yourself. A boy playing with himself is perfectly natural."

"Really?" he said, his face brightening.

"Yes, really."

"Do you do it?" he asked.

That sent a shock through Grace. She paused for several long moments wondering if this was too personal. Yet she knew that he didn't have anyone else to ask. She had to tell the truth. "Yes, sometimes."

"You don't have a penis like me, right?" He waited for Grace to nod and then asked, "So how do you do it?"

Grace wondered if he was only acting ignorant now. She couldn't be sure so she had to answer. "I have a vagina and has an opening where the penis goes."

"I know that," he said as if he had not just learned it. After a pause he said, "So how do you do it then, you know, pleasure yourself?"

Grace felt her face glowing hotter. "Well ... uh ... the vagina is very sensitive and it feels good to rub it. There are lips that protect the opening and they swell with blood and become very sensitive to the touch. Then there is a special place at the top of the vagina and it has the same type of sensation as the head of the penis. In fact it is kind of like a little penis head. Instead of stroking it with my hand I rub it with my finger tips."

"But since you have Dad, why do you need to do it like I do?"

"Well, sometimes we need to do it on our own. Only we can know what is the most pleasurable to our own bodies. So while many women feel guilty about doing it to themselves, most do. Women, based on our sexually repressed society, are not supposed to enjoy sex."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. Our backward society says that it is wrong. Women can't even vote."

"So all women do it then?"

"Yes, all women masturbate ... that is the word for it ... masturbate ... if they are normal."

"Sometimes when I do it my thingie, uh penis, gets kind of raw. And sometimes it just kind of goes off too quickly."

Grace's face was bright red, but she laughed and said, "That's because you need lubrication to keep down the friction. As far as doing it too quickly, you need patience and to take your time. It is all about pleasuring yourself while you are doing it and not just climaxing. The climax is great, but it is the end."

Thomas nodded.

"Unfortunately many men don't care how fast they climax. That means that many times, when they are done having intercourse, the woman is not satisfied." Grace thought for a moment and then reached into her satchel and pulled out a coconut that was cut in half but wrapped back together with a vine. She handed it to him. "Here, take this. It has cream inside that I use to put on my body. If you put it on your hand and rub your penis it will make it more pleasureable."

He took the coconut and said, "What about going off ... you know getting off too fast?"

"'Getting off' as you call it, is climaxing and you have to practice in order to make it last longer. When you do it, take it slow, let it build up. When you feel too close, slow down or stop. With practice you can solve that problem."

Thomas smiled and said, "I can do that ... practice that is."

"I bet you can," Grace returned, holding back her smile this time. "A man climaxing too fast is rude and selfish. So if you practice delaying your climax you will be able to last longer and one day when you meet that special woman you will be ready."

Thomas chose his words carefully. "Okay. But since I don't have a girlfriend or a wife, and may never have one, I am not sure that matters."

"It does matter," Grace said, trying to keep a slight hysteria from her voice. "First of all the pleasure is better when you take your time, but beyond that, we have to keep up hope that we will get off this island one day. You need to be ready for that in all ways." Grace felt frustration coming over her and knew she had to end the conversation. "Now run along and find your father."




Taboo Island



The following day they were back at the lagoon. After reading several chapters Thomas paused. "Mom, I tried the cream you gave me."

"Good," Grace said, not wanting to ask the next question, but knew Thomas was waiting for it. She said, "And did it help?"

"Well, yes and no. It felt really good and I didn't get red, but it made me climax even quicker."

Grace sighed.

"It is frustrating and I don't know what to do about it," Thomas said.

Suddenly there were crazy thoughts in Grace's head. She tried to control her breathing as her heart started to race. The mother in her was screaming no, but her female in her was saying he needs help. The female won. She knew what she was about to do was against all the rules, and maybe she had gone mad, but these were desperate times and she knew that quite possibly they would never leave this island. With her head spinning with illicit excitement she reached into her satchel and pulled out her coconut cream. She opened it and said, "Take some of my cream on your hand."

With a curious look Thomas took the container and scooped out some of the creamy oil. He held it in his hand and looked at his mother quizzically.

She knew that his father was gathering oysters near the wreckage and would be there most of the day. She turned back to him and said, "I will turn around. You take it ... your penis out ... and I will tell you what to do."

"Really?" Thomas said with a wide grin. Hurrying in case she changed her mind, Thomas opened his pants and brought his already erect penis out quickly. He saw his mother glance at him for a second before she turned her head.

Grace's face turned red when she realized he had seen her looking. She cleared her throat, and tried to calm her voice as she said, "Put the cream on ... on your ... your penis. Then begin to stroke it slowly, lightly."

"Mmmm," Thomas moaned as he felt the slick cream sliding up and down his penis. He started to stroke himself faster, which made a slapping sound.

"Not that fast. Do it slowly. You want to make it last. The buildup is very important to the overall pleasure." She smiled in spite of what she was doing when she heard his moan of frustration. "Think about your favorite fantasy."

"You," he said softly, almost imperceptibly.

Grace heard it and shivered. She felt the heat gathering between her legs. It was insane, but she wanted to touch herself. Her hand secretly moved between her legs and her fingers pressed the seam of her riding britches between her pussy lips.

"I am getting close," Thomas said breathlessly.

"No, not yet, slow down and make it last. I will tell you when you can finish."

With another moan of frustration, Thomas slowed his hand movements.

"Stop stroking and use your fingers under the crown of the head and twist them slowly, with a gentle touch," Grace directed. "That should feel very good."

Another moan escaped his lips.

As Grace moved her fingers up and down the seam of her pants she said, "Stop for a moment or two." She heard another moan. A few moments later she said, "Now, start again, but slowly. Slowly." Grace was light headed now. Maybe it was sun stroke that was making her crazy like this, but she felt she could climax right there, sitting in front of her son as he stroked his cock.

"Mother ... I'm getting close again."

"No," she said with a commanding voice. "Wait ... make it last."

This went on for about fifteen minutes until Grace knew that neither she nor he could wait much longer.

"Okay, you can do it faster now," she said with a tremor in her voice. She heard him groan and then she clamped her legs together as her pussy began to pulse. The throbbing grew stronger with every moan escaping her son's lips. Then she heard a loud groan and knew that he was climaxing. She couldn't help sneaking a look at her son's spewing cock.

A gasp escaped her lips and suddenly a strong climax shook her. She squeezed her legs together tightly. It was an incredible climax, one like she had not felt in years. She shook and almost lost her balance. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard Thomas still gasping and moaning.

When the waves of pleasure finally abated she turned around and saw her son sitting with his eyes closed in post climatic pleasure, his now flaccid penis was lying on his leg. There was juice on the thigh of his pants and a string of it was hanging from the slit. Then she saw that most of his juices had spattered on her boot.

As Grace stared she had an incredible urge to touch herself again.

"That was really good," he said with a smile.

Grace smiled in spite of the building shame at what she had allowed to happen. "Put yourself away," she said motioning toward his flaccid penis, her eyes lingering just a bit longer than they should have.

"Oh, sorry," Thomas said with his face turning red. After he was buttoned up he put his cutest smile on his face. He said, "Mother, can we do this again?"

Grace sighed. Could they? Would they? She wasn't sure. She said, "We will see. But now you need to head down to the beach and help your father."

Thomas jumped up and started to leave. Then he paused and quickly bent over and kissed his mother on the lips. "Thank you, Mom. You know, for ... well for everything. You are the best mother on this island."

Grace felt a tingle in her private place, but then she laughed and said, "Only the island?"

"This is our world, so it is the entire world for me." With that he turned and walked down the trail toward the beach looking back at his mother with a smile as he went.

Grace sighed and leaned back on her hands with her face lifted to the bright sun. The tropical breeze fanned her still heated face and her hair swirled around her. Her nipples remained hard under her thin shirt. Unable to stop herself she moved her hands between her legs and began to rub her pussy again. When she climaxed this time, as much as she fought it, her thoughts were of her son.

Chapter 4

"Mom, aren't we going to the lagoon today?" Thomas asked the next day when his mother showed no indication that she was getting ready to go.

Grace told Thomas that she wasn't feeling well and that they would have to wait a few days for any further lessons. She wasn't entirely lying as her period had started. But there was another reason ... she was worried about being alone with him again. She could see that Thomas was upset but she convinced herself that it was unavoidable. She remembered the looks he had been giving her since she allowed him to masturbate and it was disquieting to say the least.

Two days later Grace was at the lagoon for her daily bath when she felt that she was being watched. As she stood ankle deep in the water she glanced up at the rocks but couldn't see anything. She wondered if Thomas had followed her to the lagoon. Since the incident the other day Thomas had been following her around like a lost puppy dog. She knew it was infuriating Walter but it was also cute.

Grace glanced around the rocks above her again and then the trees circling the lagoon and saw movement. For a while she acted like she did not know he was there. She used a hand towel and her homemade soap to lather her breasts, spending a lot of time on her swollen nipples. She knew what she was doing was wrong, letting Thomas watch her, but she couldn't stop herself. Suddenly a large rock slipped loose from the higher rocks and plunged into the water about ten feet away from her. "Thomas, come on out. I know you are there. Stop hiding, please."

A moment later a sheepish Thomas emerged from the bushes on top of the boulders.

"Come down here, now," Grace said commandingly.

Thomas carefully made his way down the rocks until he was near the water. Grace stood on the edge of the water holding one arm over her bare breasts and her other hand covering her private parts with a wash cloth. "It is too dangerous for you to be up there and I want you to stop spying on me, young man and to stay off those rocks."

"I'm sorry, Mother. I just wanted to ... to ... see,"

"I know what you wanted to see." Grace's already hard nipples began to tingle when she saw the wide eyed stare of her son. "They are only breasts. All women have them."

"They are beautiful breasts. They are the prettiest I have ever seen," he said almost in a whisper.

Grace felt a chill run down her spine and she unconsciously thrust her breasts outward, keeping her arms covering most of her breast flesh. "So how many naked women's breasts have you seen?" she asked.

"Not many ... uh ...I mean breasts that were actually bare, but yours are just as pretty bare as they are with your shirt on."

"Thank you. But whose bare breasts have you seen?"

"Well yours while we were on the raft."

"Oh," Grace said. She had all but forgotten that. "Who else?"

"I saw Mabel's breast once when she came out of the bathroom naked."

Mabel was their large middle aged housekeeper in San Francisco. Grace laughed. "Of course mine are nicer then hers."

"Can I see them? I mean I have already seen them on the raft, so it wouldn't really be anything different."

Grace opened her mouth to admonish him but then he said, "Your breasts are probably the only ones I will ever see."

That got her. In an instant she felt a pain in her heart. He was right and they both knew it. Grace felt a rush of unwanted excitement go through her loins. This is crazy her mind screamed. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. With her heart pounding and her head spinning she slowly lowered her arm.

Suddenly her son was staring at her naked breasts just a few feet in front of him. She could feel juice dripping from her pussy. Then, incredibly, she dropped the hand covering her vagina.

She could see the tent in his pants and knew he had an erection. She allowed him to stare for several long minutes and then trying to prevent her voice from cracking she said, "That should be enough for today."

"Ah, come on Mom, that's not fair. You gave me an erection and now you want to cut me off."

"You got that erection all on your own, young man." Suddenly she had more naughty and un-motherly like thoughts. Looking at his pouting face she said, "All right show me what you have learned."

"Huh?" he said.

"What I showed you how to do the other day. I know you have been practicing it."

Thomas's face burned hot. Sheepishly he unbuttoned his pants and fished inside for his penis. Because it was hard it was difficult pulling it out of the opening. Suddenly it sprang out, throbbing and dripping juice.

Grace felt her pussy quiver and thought she was going to climax as she stared at her son's hard cock. It was larger than she had through after the brief view the other day and it was bigger around.

Thomas said, "Can I have some of your ... your cream?"

"Uh ... what?" she asked, unable to hear him because of the roar in her ears.

"Your cream, you know ... to help."

"I'm sorry, I don't have the cream here, but I have some soap, which is just as good, I think." She held her wash cloth out to him and watched him take it and rub the soap onto his cock.

Then with his eyes moving slowly up and down his mother's naked body Thomas began to stroke himself. He did it slowly like she had showed him.

He wanted to make it last today ... he wanted her to see that he had learned the lesson; he wanted his mother to see that he could delay his climax and let her know that if he ever got the chance to make love to a woman he would be a good lover.

Grace was breathing heavily now and her pussy was throbbing. She couldn't help touching her breast.

She watched Thomas work his hand slowly up and down his penis, pausing at the head to twist his fingers under the crown before sliding back down again. He continued to masturbate for a long time, his eyes never leaving his mother's beautiful body.

"I'm getting close, can I finish?" he asked.

The fact that he asked permission to climax pleased Grace. She felt a rush of pride that touched her core and knew he would be a good lover someday ... if he ever got the opportunity. "Not just yet. Stroke yourself some more." Did she say that because she wanted to watch him longer or was it to teach him? She wasn't sure. She could feel her pussy begin to pulse and she began to tremble. A few minutes later, with a tremor in her voice she said, "O ... kay, you may climax."

With a grateful moan Thomas thrust his hips forward and he froze. Suddenly his cock throbbed and a huge jet of juice shot from the head, landing in the water a few feet from Grace. As she watched the clear water bring the thick juice close to her she began to climax, without even touching her pussy. She shook and moaned and her eyes suddenly closed very tightly. Her head was spinning so much she thought she might collapse. Before that could happen she opened her eyes to see her son staring at her with wonder.

"Did ... did you ... uh ... do it too?" he asked innocently.

Grace couldn't lie to him, but she didn't trust her voice so she only nodded. She looked down at the huge amount of cum that was still floating on the water and shivered again. She handed him her towel and said, "Now clean yourself up and get back to work with your father."

As Grace left the lagoon she began to feel remorse again. What am I doing, she wondered? He is my son and I am showing him my naked body and teaching him how to masturbate. I have definitely gone mad. By the time she reached the hut she had reminded herself of the unusual situation they were in. Her son had no one but her to teach him ... he had no friends, boy or girl, and there was a good chance he never would. What else could she do?

Chapter 5

Thomas and his mother sat close to one another and watched the water cascade from the rocks to the lagoon below. It was a warm and breezy day, like most days on the island, and the sun was shining through the water fall mist creating a gorgeous rainbow of colors. It was a glorious day, but for some reason Thomas seemed morose and sullen.

"What's wrong, Thomas?" Grace asked.

He skipped a rock across the lagoon before saying, "I was just thinking."

"About what?"

He sighed and said, "I was thinking how terrible it would be if I were here without you. I mean what if Dad and I were the only survivors and you weren't here? Worse, if something happened to you, I don't think I would want to live."

"Please, Sweetheart, don't say that," Grace said and pulled Thomas's face around to her, her hands on his cheeks. "I'm here and nothing is going to happen to me."

Thomas had tears in his eyes. "I get depressed sometimes thinking about that and our situation here."

"We all get depressed sometimes, Sweetheart, but we must fight it. We can never give up hope," Grace said as tears started to stream from her eyes. Staring into her son's eyes the rest of the world magically melted around her. There was no more sun, water fall, or breeze, just his incredibly sad eyes. A moment later her lips were pressed to his.

Her mouth opened and her tongue pushed into his mouth. A moan gurgled deep in her throat as she realized that she was kissing her son. Yet that didn't stop her.

The kiss went on and on until Grace could barely breathe. Her pussy was starting to drip and her nipples were throbbing. Concerned that she might climax she pushed Thomas away. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She was about to say that the kiss was inappropriate when Thomas spoke.

"Wow," Thomas said looking at his mother with wonder. It seemed that he was as surprised by the kiss as his mother was. Then he added, "Can we do that again sometime." His mood had suddenly brightened.

"We'll see," Grace answered noncommittally. Then she shook her head and wondered if his comments had all been a put-on in order to get her to kiss him. She stared into his blue eyes and convinced herself that it wasn't. "Okay, it's time for you to do your reading."

"After my lessons can I ask you some more questions ... you know about the birds and the bees."

Grace felt a chill run down her spine. "Yes, if I can answer them I will."

Thomas read his chapters and then several poems before he closed the books and set them aside.

"So now, what did you want to ask me?" Grace said, feeling strangely excited.

"Well, you know I don't know much about women and will probably never get a chance to, but I have some questions. You explained how making babies happens but not much about a woman. You know, like what are the parts of a woman? What kind of touches do they like, what are the sensitive parts, and what can a man do to really please his lover?"

The chill turned into a tremor as her heart started to race. "Wow, that is a lot for one sitting."

"You can break it into parts if you want. Take all the time you need, I'm a captive audience," he said with a smile.

She shook her head in mock resignation and paused to gather her thoughts. "Okay, let me see, first a woman likes to kiss a lot."

"Like we did," Thomas added. "I liked it too."

"Yes, like we did. It is just part of her nature and tells her that she is loved. A woman needs to know that she is loved. She can never be kissed too much."

"I love you, Mother," Thomas said sincerely.

"I know, Sweetheart, and I love you too," she answered, stroking his cheek.

He grabbed her hand from his face. "No. Not like a kid kissing his mother ... like ... well, it is more than that. I don't know how to explain it."

Grace didn't respond for fear that she might say something she would regret. Instead she said, "Unfortunately your father and I do not kiss much anymore."

"Why not, I loved our kiss?"

Grace's face flushed as she remembered the feeling of his soft lips and her tongue searching his mouth. "Your father is older, in his late fifties, and men lose the desire for that kind of thing."

"I will kiss you anytime you want," Thomas said.

Grace sighed and said, "I'm sure you would, but back to the lesson. Beyond kissing, all women love to have their breasts played with, especially their nipples. They are very sensitive most of the time and sometimes almost too sensitive." Grace noticed Thomas squirming around. She could see he had an erection all ready. "What's wrong?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Uh ... I'm just a little uncomfortable ... you know ... the jeans are tight."

"I can see why," she responded looking down at the tent in his trousers. "Why don't you take them off?" Once the words were out Grace could not believe they came from her lips. Had she really told her son to take his pants off?

Thomas' eyes opened wide. Really?" But before she could change her mind he jumped up and stripped off his jeans. His cock popped free and bounced excitedly in front of him. He saw his mother's stare and a wave of excitement rushed through him. The lagoon grew very quiet as Thomas let his mother look. Her breathing seemed heavier and there was a strange look on her face.

Finally Grace said, "Sit down, please."

"That's better," he said. Then he boldly reached for his penis and took hold of it. "Now you can continue."

Grace couldn't help but stare at is cock again. It was but inches from her and she could see it pulsing. It was not as long as his father's was, but it seemed much harder. Suddenly her shorts felt very tight in the crotch.

"Go on, Mom."

"Oh, yes, sorry," she said as she shook her head and turned her eyes from his erection. "The breasts are not just for making love, however, they also serve a very practical purpose. Once a woman gets pregnant they become much larger and begin to produce milk."

Thomas' eyes opened wide and he said, "I can't imagine your breast much bigger."

Grace laughed. "True, but they certainly were bigger when I was pregnant with you."

"Can I see your breasts again?" he asked. "Purely for educational purposes," he added with a broad smile.




Taboo Island



He has already seen them, so what does it matter, she thought? Grace was wearing a pair of shorts and a button up top that she had tied in a knot below her breasts. Without answering she sat up, untied her top and pulled it off.

Thomas gasped and quickly removed his hand from his cock, fearing he might climax.

Without giving it much thought Grace placed her hands on her breasts and began to play with her hard nipples as she continued. "So the breasts are very practical as well as a very important part in foreplay."

"What is foreplay?"

"It is what men should do with women before they actually penetrate them. It takes women more time to warm up to sex then is does men so you need to spend time on the breasts. Then of course there is the neck, right here," she said gently rubbing her fingers across the nape of her neck and around her shoulder blade. "Don't forget the ears. That is a very sensitive place as well. Truthfully most of the woman's body is sensitive to the lips and tongue." Grace could feel her pussy dripping. She took a deep breath and began again. "Then of course there is the vagina."

"I have never seen one of those ... except for when you were standing in the water at the lagoon. But I couldn't see much then," he said.

"You are going to have to use your imagination there, young man."

"That is hard to do when I have never seen it."

Grace shook her head. "Anyway, the parts of the vagina are the out lips, the labia major and the inner lips, the labia minor. The outer lips are less sensitive then the inner. The inner lips swell with blood when stimulated." Grace paused. She could see that Thomas had no idea what she was talking about. Her heart began to pound in her chest as she started to have naughty thoughts again. This is crazy, her mind screamed. Then before she had a chance to change her mind she stood up. "I shouldn't do this, but I can see that you don't understand." Suddenly she pulled off her shorts.

Thomas gasped and stared in disbelief. His eyes were wide as he watched his mother drop her shorts onto the rock. He slowed his hand movement on his cock as he stared with mouth agape.

Grace sat back down and leaned back. Every part of her body was tingling now. Her heart was pounding and chest heaving. The excitement of the moment and the look in Thomas' eyes pushed away any doubt she had about exposing herself to her son, at least for the moment. The world seemed to be spinning around her. The only thing she could hear above the ringing in her ears was the sound of her rapid heartbeat.

Finally Grace calmed herself enough to say, "You can look closer as I explain the parts if you want."

Thomas scooted closer, never losing his grip on his cock.

There was a tremor in Grace's voice as she continued, "This area is called the vagina and these are the outer lips," she said as she ran her finger up and down the smooth skin on each side of her pussy. "Inside are the inner lips," she said pulling her lips apart for him to see. "The inner lips are much more sensitive and they get wet and swollen when the woman is excited."

"They look wet and swollen now," Thomas said innocently.

"Uh ... yes ... yes they are," Grace stuttered. Then she placed her index and middle finger around her clit and spread the hood of skin. Her swollen clit popped out. An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Grace could feel the little nub throbbing. "This little thing at the top is called the clitoris and is the most sensitive spot. See, it looks kind of like the penis head and has the same kind of nerve endings. It should be stimulated by the penis or a finger when having intercourse. It throbs when stimulated." Grace touched the nub and watched as it pulsed.

Thomas' mouth was open as he stared in wonder. "Your vagina is gorgeous."

"Thank you," Grace whispered as she touched her clit several times and watched it throb.

"So when you masturbate you rub that little thing?" Thomas said. He was breathing heavily now and his cock was dripping juice across his knuckles.

"Yes, and sometimes I put a finger inside as well," Grace said. Her breathing was increasing rapidly as she watched the fascination in her son's face. She glanced down and saw him stroking his cock. Then she leaned back a little more and opened her lips wider so he could see deeper into her. She wanted to push her finger into her opening but knew she would climax the moment she did. Juice began to bubble from her opening.

"Is that ... uh ... pee?" Thomas asked pointing at the juice trickling out.

"No. It is precum, just like the fluid that comes out of the tip of your penis."

"It is," Thomas said as he looked at the juice on his fingers and then at his mother's pussy.

"This little hole is where ... where urine comes from," she said as she touched the opening. It pulsed and opened and closed like a sea urchin grasping for plankton. "And the larger hole is where the penis goes. The walls inside swell and they caress the penis, helping the man to climax."

Thomas stared in fascination. He stroked his cock faster. "Can you touch your clitoris for me again?" he asked.

"No, I shouldn't," Grace breathed, desperately wanting to do just that.

"Please. Let's do it together."

Grace was about to explode. She wanted to touch herself more than she ever had, but it was so wrong to be doing it while her son watched. Yet he was right, she was watching him stroke his cock. Losing the battle she moved her fingers to her clit again and rubbed it. A moan escaped her lips. Suddenly she slipped a finger into her wet opening. "This ... this is ... how the penis goes in," she gasped as she moved her finger in and out several times. "The vagina makes the penis ... penis ... wet to make it easier," she gasped. "Then I just rub the little clit with my ... wet finger and ... oh, my," she gasped.

Thomas leaned even closer, his breath coming in great gasps now.

"It doesn't ... take much ... to ... to ... stimulate the clitoris when it is swollen." It was getting more and more difficult for her to speak. She threw her head back as pleasure rushed through her. She couldn't believe how exciting it was masturbating in front of her son. Suddenly, before she could prevent it, she began to shake all over as a climax built. It was way too soon but she couldn't hold back the tide. "Oh God, Thomas, I going to ... ohhhhh, ahhhhhhiiiiieee," she gasped as her body began to convulse. She vaguely heard Thomas moan before she was racked with an explosive climax. Then she felt Thomas' juice splatter across her chest and her climax intensified.

Her body shook as pleasure rushed from her engorged clit to her brain and back again. Her toes curled and she gasped for breath. Fireworks exploded in her head. Her legs and thighs quivered uncontrollably and juice gushed from her throbbing hole. Once she was over the peak and sliding down the other side she fell onto her back.

A few minutes later she opened her eyes and moved up to her elbows. Thomas was lying on his back with his eyes closed and looked like he was asleep. Then she looked down and gasped; she had his cum all over her stomach, pussy, and the back of her hand.

She fell back with a satisfied sigh and lay there for a few minutes. As always she began to feel incredible shame at what she had allowed to happen. It was difficult for her to open her eyes again, but Thomas had to get back to do his chores. She shook him.

He sat up looking around like one does when awaken from a deep sleep. When he saw his mother leaning over him, he smiled and said, "Wow."

Grace didn't respond, still feeling the pangs of regret. "You have to get back to do your chores," she said without emotion.

He nodded and began to get up. Then he saw the mess he had made all over his mother. His face turned red and he said, "Sorry."

She looked down again and was shocked again by the sight. She was surprised at how much he had shot. It was far more than his father did. "Don't worry about it," she said. She had the sudden almost uncontrollable urge to lick the back of her hand but controlled the impulse. Then she stood up quickly and said, "I have to go into the water to wash off. I will see you back at the house."

As she turned to go Thomas caught her hand. "Thanks, Mom," he said and pulled her to him.

She didn't resist when he pressed his lips to hers. She allowed him to kiss her for a long time, their tongues searching each other's mouth. Then she felt his cock harden between her legs she pulled away. "Go home," she said and gently pushed him away.

As she watched him leave she brought her hand to her mouth and began to lick the juice. With her other hand she found her still throbbing pussy. As she consumed her son's juice she climaxed again.

Chapter 6

As the months passed Grace and Thomas continued their liaisons at the lagoon. For some time she wouldn't allow the contact to go further than it had already. They would watch one another masturbate but she had a strict rule about touching, other than kissing. And they kissed a lot, which both she and Thomas enjoyed.

She had managed to keep Thomas satisfied with their mutual masturbation practices but could tell that he wanted more and it was getting harder and harder to refuse him. The kisses were making it more difficult to push his hands away when he tried to touch her breasts. It took all of her strength and motherly instincts to deny him.

Then one day at the lagoon she had unwillingly allowed him to go farther. Thomas was naked as he usually was when they were at the lagoon now. They had been playing in the water. She was wearing a blouse that was tied in the middle under her breasts and a pair of shorts that were not much more than panties. The top had become wet from their splashing in the lagoon. Thomas slipped behind her and turned her head toward him. He kissed her lips for a long time. After a few minutes he moved his lips to her neck. Unfortunately she had taught him how erotic that area was to the touch of lips. She trembled in excitement and her hand moved up to the back of his head, pulling his lips tighter.

As his lips trailed down her sensitive skin his hand moved up her stomach toward her breasts.

"Thomas, no," she gasped, but she didn't move to stop him.

His hand moved closer.

"No, no, no, Thomas," she gasped but still did nothing to stop him.

His fingertips moved under the lower part of her blouse and she gasped. Her breathing increased. His fingers crawled higher across the underside of her breast.

Grace could feel Thomas' dripping cock touch her leg and she knew that the crotch of her shorts would be wet soon, but not with water.

"Please, Thomas, I'm your mother," she whispered, but held his head to her neck.

Then his hand worked under her top until he was at her breast. "Thomas," she gasped again but had no strength to pull his hand away. He is my son, she screamed inside her head. Now he had my tit in his hand. This is crazy, this is madness. But she allowed him to squeeze and manipulate her breast until she felt her knees grow week. Suddenly she was startled out of her trance as a branch in the woods snapped. It was only a small animal, but it was enough for Grace to gather the strength to stop her son. She pulled his hand away. "That is enough for today," she said, still gasping for breath. "We have to get back to the house so I can start dinner."

Thomas knew when to quit. He smiled and took his mother's hand as they walked back to the house.

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Recently Grace had seen a change in Thomas. While he was sensitive to her, he was becoming more aggressive toward his father. It was obvious that he resented his father's relationship with her.

It had also become more difficult for her to hide their growing intimate relationship from Walter. She had warned Thomas about overt physical closeness when his father was around, but because he was young it was difficult for him to control his impulses or grasp the seriousness of the situation. Several times when she had been preparing dinner he had come up behind her and hugged her, pressing his groin to her ass. Walter had noticed and while he didn't say anything his eyes showed his displeasure.

Grace tried to ease the situation by being extra affectionate with Walter. Unfortunately it seemed that Walter was generally satisfied with sex once a month. She tried to force the issue, figuring if she got sex from him it would dampen her ardor when she was around her son. Unfortunately the result was an even greater problem.

One night, after they had all retired, Grace decided she would treat her husband special and perform oral sex. She knew he liked it but it had been years since she had sucked him off. When she thought Thomas was asleep she began kissing Walter. She started kissing down his chest and could tell immediately that he was willing. She had always like sucking him, but somehow it just never happened anymore. She threw her leg over his head and twisted around, trying to give him the hint that he could reciprocate if he wanted. Unfortunately he didn't like eating her so he didn't get, or more likely, ignored the message.

As she drew close to his suddenly throbbing erection she heard movement and realized that Thomas had awakened. He had apparently gotten up to get a drink of water. She was right in the middle of sucking his father and it was too late to stop. She knew if she did stop it would cause difficulty between her and Walter. She also knew that she had to make it good for him or he might think that she was only doing it to hide her relationship with their son.

There was no way to hide what she was doing so she looked over at her son as she grasped her husband's throbbing cock and began to lick the head. She could see Thomas's eyes staring at her but she wasn't sure if it was anger or excitement she saw. Then she saw that he had an erection and she felt some relief. She went back to work on her husband, sucking and licking the head for a long time before taking it into her mouth. That brought a quiet moan from Walter. She stroked his cock as she sucked the head and he gasped. She knew he never lasted long when she was sucking him. True to form, within minutes he was moaning and bucking his hips. When he lifted his hips from the bed and froze she covered the head of his cock with her mouth. A second later her mouth was filled with his spurting seed. She drank it down as she had always done and then licked up what she had missed before pulling away. She looked up and saw that Thomas had gone back to bed.

The following day at the lagoon Thomas seemed reserved. Grace knew what was wrong. Jealously was becoming a bigger and bigger problem.

"Thomas, what's the matter?"

"You know. I saw you with father last night."

"I am his wife so I should be with him."

"Did you have to ... to ... do what you did ... you know, suck him?"

Grace sighed. She moved over and sat next to Thomas, putting her arm around his shoulders. "Thomas, I did that for us."

"For us," he almost screamed. "You put your mouth on his penis for us?"

"Yes. I am worried about the jealously between the two of you. It is palpable and on the verge of being destructive. I see the anger in your eyes as well as his. The two of you barely talk anymore. I wanted to do something special for him in hope of alleviating some of the tension. I suppose it didn't work, at least for you."

When Thomas did not respond Grace said, "Talk to me, Thomas."

"There is nothing to say. There are two men and one woman on this island."

Grace sucked in her breath. That comment had summed up the issue in a couple of words. She knew that she should say that he was her husband again, but she also knew that it might make him even angrier at his father.

She decided to try another tactic. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Thomas did not answer and she knew she needed drastic measures. With her heart pounding and her hand trembling she reached over and grasped his thigh. "Thomas, take your clothes off," she said as she stood up and began to take her own clothes off. When she was naked she sat back down.

It was obvious that Thomas was trying to continue his anger, but the sight of his mother's naked body changed all that. He stood up and slowly undressed. When he was naked she told him to kneel. Thomas did not say a word, he simply got to his knees in front of his mother, staring at her.

Grace saw his cock pulsing and her pussy began to moisten. His cock was still not as long as his father's but it was bigger around. She reached for her satchel and took out her cream, pouring some on her hand and rubbing them together.

For the first time she touched her son's cock. The feeling of his hard, hot tool in her hand caused electric current to rush through her. Her breathing became heavy and her pussy began to quiver. She tightened her hand around him and began to stroke his cock. With each movement his cock seemed to grow larger. Her head was spinning like the first time she had climaxed with him. The enormity of what she was doing was almost more than she could fathom ... she was masturbating her son ... she had his hard cock in her hand and was stroking him.

Grace worked on his cock for a long time, slowing her strokes when he showed signs of impending climax. She teased and tortured him, exciting her as well as him. When she finally relented and allowed him to climax, it was a gusher. His juice squirted high into the air, several blasts actually hitting her in the face, more landing on her chest, and the rest hitting the rock below them.

It seemed to be a never ending well. Never had she seen so much cum from his father. Grace had to restrain herself from licking up the sticky substance.

When his cock was soft they both fell back on the rock, lying next to each other, looking up at the sky.

Grace's body was still tingling and her mind was racing. She was unaware that Thomas had moved close behind her. But she knew it when she felt his hand reach over and rest on her bare stomach. When she turned her head toward him his lips were there.

She felt his tongue in her mouth and she touched it with her own, circling it and playing with it and then sucking it. There was still no strength in her arms when his hand began to move upward from her stomach. She froze when his knuckles reached the underside of her bare breast. Then a loud gasp escaped her lips as his hand covered her tit.

She grasped his wrist, but she could not bring herself to pull his hand away. Thomas took that as her acceptance and began to kneed and squeeze her soft flesh. His fingers found her large nipples and began to squeeze first one and then the other. All the time his mouth never left hers. It was as if he were afraid she would tell him to stop if he broke the kiss. He was probably correct.

Finally when Grace was squirming under her son's breast manipulation he grew bolder. His hand left her breast and moved downward and then behind her. Grace moaned deep in her throat, as if she was trying to scream. She was unable or unwilling to stop him. Her legs spread as his fingers sought and found her soaked pussy.

With no ability to stop him or the resulting reaction of her body she allowed her son to possess her pussy with his fingers. He was gentle, searching and exploring like a child with a new toy. He had listened well to her instructions.

Finally Grace pulled her mouth from her son and spoke. "Higher," she gasped. "Rub my clit. Oh God."

Grace was sailing above the ground clouds. Her hips moved up and down against his exploring finger. "Harder," she hissed. He moved his fingers faster, worrying the little nub until it was pulsing. His lips went to her neck and he began to gently kiss and bite her. Suddenly fireworks went off in her head. Her body froze and a long and low moan escaped her. The pleasure seemed to go on and on until she thought she was losing consciousness. She fought it. But then, when the first climax ended, Thomas's fingers slipped into her body again. He pushed in deeply until he was at his knuckles. Then he moved them around as if searching. When Grace moaned he knew he had found the right spot. He rubbed the sack just behind her clit. The explosion shook her body and sent her into convulsions. Her pussy began to squirt juice all over her thighs, his hand, and the stone below. It was gushing out of her. Nothing mattered to Grace anymore, nothing but her son's mouth and searching fingers.




Taboo Island



Chapter 7

As always, after the incident Grace felt incredibly guilty. She had settled one problem, but created another even bigger one. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Thomas would try to go further. There was no way to get away from him, even if she wanted to. In truth, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, she had enjoyed their encounters.

They took another step one evening as Walter lay napping after a hard day of fishing and hunting. Thomas had come up behind his mother and grasped her breasts. She was wearing only a shirt and a pair of panties. Instead of pushing him away she glanced over to make sure Walter was still asleep and then she leaned back into him. He took that as an invitation and turned her head and began kissing her neck.

Before Grace realized what was happening she had turned in his arms and they were pressed tightly together kissing.

She could feel Thomas's hard cock pressing to her stomach. She pulled away and looked over at his father who was snoring. With a finger to her lips she grabbed his hand and took him outside and down the ladder until they were on the ground level of the tree house. Walter was but ten feet above them inside. Again Grace put her finger to her lips for silence. Then she slowly dropped to her knees intending to masturbate him. She slowly unbuttoned his pants and then fished inside for his hard cock.

Thomas stared down at his mother waiting for her to use her sweet hand on him.

Grace's trembled when she realized the position she was in; kneeling in front of her son with his cock just inches from her face. A bubble of his clear juice began to drip from the slit in head. She could smell his musk and see his ball sack squirming. She had only intended to jerk him off but like a magnet she was drawn closer and closer to his cock. With a deep moan she took it into her mouth.

"Moooooottttthhhhhher," he whispered in a long hiss.

Grace paused and reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth. It was too late to stop now. She had already taken her son's cock into her mouth. She listened for a moment and then said, "Shhhh, you have to be quiet."

Thomas nodded dumbly and watched his mother begin to suck his cock again. He rested his hands on her head and closed his eyes. He had never felt anything so wonderful. It has to be a dream his mind screamed. But when he opened his eyes again, there she was, his own mother on her knees, her pretty blue eyes looking up at him, and she was sucking his cock. He almost climaxed right then.

Grace knew the urgency to get him off, but she also wanted him to enjoy it. She took her time, licking and sucking his hard shaft until he was mad with desire. She looked up at him and whispered, "Cum, climax in your mother's mouth. I want it. I want to taste you. I want to swallow your juice." She heard the words but couldn't believe they had come from her mouth.

The words send Thomas over the edge. He bit his lip and grunted quietly as his cock head grew huge inside her mouth. Then the floodgates opened. He heard his mother gag for a moment, but he was too far gone to stop. He held her head to his pulsing and spitting cock as his balls emptied into her rabidly sucking mouth.

For a moment Grace thought she was going to choke, but she swallowed quickly and just in time for another blast. It came and came and came. She couldn't believe the quantity or how much she loved the taste of her son's juice. Without touching herself she began to climax as well. If his cock had not been deep in her mouth she would have collapsed. Everything around her faded and all she could think of was the pleasure running through her, the sweet taste of her son's seed, and the incredible feeling of it sliding down her throat.

When he was drained she sat back and looked up at Thomas. His eyes were closed but there was a smile on his face. She wiped a gob of cum from her lip and then licked it off. Then she rose to her feet. She was surprised when Thomas pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. A moan escaped her lips as his tongue searched her mouth. Breathlessly she pulled away and looked into her son's loving eyes.

"Thank you, Mother," he said and smiled.

She kissed him again before they went back into the house to find Walter sitting up on the bed. For a moment they thought he had heard them but then he rubbed his eyes and said, "Where have you two been?"

"We just took a walk so we wouldn't disturb your nap," she lied.

Thomas had to turn away in fear that he would break out laughing.

The following evening Thomas and Grace were sitting on a swing that Walter had built on the porch. Walter was upstairs, already in bed asleep. There was a small candle on inside the hut but otherwise it was dark. Grace had put on a shirt and panties after her evening bath.

The jungle was alive with the sounds of the night and the waves of the ocean beat a steady tempo against the shore just a couple hundred feet away. Grace put her head on her son's shoulder and grasped his hand. Incredible as it seemed she was content at that moment. The tension between father and son had not gotten better, but it had not become worse either. It almost seemed as if Walter had come to realize that he had to share his wife with his son if they were going to survive as a family. But she didn't think he knew how much he was actually sharing.

Thomas turned his mother's face to him and kissed her. At the same time he reached for her shirt, quickly unbuttoning the buttons until both breasts were free.

"Thomas," she gasped, "Your father could wake up at any time."

"Naw, he sleeps like a log. Kiss me," he said.

Throwing caution to the sea breezes she fell into his arms and kissed him. As his hand cupped her breasts hers went to tent in his jeans. Mother and son sat on the porch kissing like teenaged lovers on their first date.

Grace pulled away and slowly opened his pants and then pulled out his erection. She looked down at the moonlit shaft she had in her hand and almost drooled.

Then she bent over and took him into her mouth. As her husband and his father slept a few feet above them she sucked her son again.

"Mom," Thomas said as he pulled her away from his cock.

"What?" she asked, suddenly worried that Walter had awakened.

"I want to do it to you this time."

"Do what?"

"Use my mouth on you."

Grace thought she had heard him incorrectly. "What?" she said.

"I want to suck you like you did for me. Then you can return the favor."

"Oh my God," she gasped. "I've never ... I mean your father never has.

"He never did it to you?"

"No. He started to once, but then stopped."

"Selfish bastard," Thomas hissed. "So you have never had it done?"

"No."

"But people do it, right?"

"Yes, according to my romance novels, all the time."

"Then I want to do it too."

"Oh God, Thomas, this is so wrong. I am your mother," she said as if pleading with him.

"You have sucked me already and now it is my turn."

With her heart pounding in her chest she said, "But where? We need to go somewhere."

"No, here. Just lean back and I will get on my knees."

"Thomas, that is crazy. Your father is right upstairs."

"You sucked me here just last night, so I want to do it to you here." Before she could protest Thomas slipped to his knees. He pulled her panties off quickly and then lifted her legs to his shoulders. He grasped her ass cheeks with his hands and pulled her closer. Now he could see her pussy highlighted by the moonlight and thought he would never live to see anything more beautiful. He could smell the scent of coconut oil, soap, and wild flowers mixed with the earthy smell of her special scent. It was intoxicating.

Grace put her hands on her son's shoulders as if to push him away. "Please, Thomas, let's wait, we can do it another time," she begged. Yet deep inside she would have died if he had listened to her. Even she knew that her words rang hollow.

"Tell me what you like. I want to pleasure you with my tongue and mouth. Tell me how you like it."

"Oh God, Thomas, you don't have to do this."

"I want to. Please."

Grace trembled and sighed. She said, "Use your tongue on the outer lips and do it slowly. Tease me before you move on to the inner lips. Suck them into your mouth gently."

With a moan Thomas bent his head and placed his mouth gently on her beautiful flower.

Grace almost climaxed. Her swirling brain could not comprehend what was happening ... it only knew the pleasure of her son's mouth.

When Thomas' tongue found her wet flesh he heard her gasp and her hips arched. He covered the outer lips with his wide opened mouth and licked. A moan told him he was doing it right. After a few minutes he moved on to her wet and smooth inner lips. Another gasp of pleasure slipped from her lips. He licked and sucked the swollen lips into his mouth, teasing the flesh with gentle bites. Then he slid his tongue down, found her juicy opening and plunged inside. Grace suddenly bucked like a mare with a bur under the saddle. She pushed her fist into her mouth to cut off a scream of pleasure. She had never felt anything so good in all her life. His moving tongue was alive in her pussy. A second later she was climaxing. Juice squirted from her convulsing hole and into Thomas's mouth. He drank it down without pausing. Before she had recovered from her first climax, with her pussy still in spasm, Thomas found her clit with his tongue. The touch of his tongue was like a bolt of lightning to Grace.

"Yes, yes, yes, lick my clit. Gently, please lick me," she gasped.

Her legs clamped around her son's head and her hips bucked into his sucking mouth as everything around her faded into a whirlpool of illicit pleasure. She sank deeper and deeper as the waves of pleasure continued their wonderful assault on her body. That was the last thing she remembered.

When Grace awakened she was cradled in her son's arms. She opened her eyes and looked up at his smiling face. "That was ... that was ... so, so incredible. I have never felt anything like that. Thank you," she whispered as pulled his head down for a passionate but sweet kiss.

It took her a few minutes to regain her strength. When she did she slipped to her knees in front of Thomas and grasped his cock. As she took him into her mouth she glanced up and froze. Above his head she could see movement between the cracks of the vine and wood floor. She saw that Walter was standing outside looking down at them. For a moment she thought about getting up, but then realized that it was far too late. She wondered if he had seen everything that had happened. She knew that if he were going to stop them he would have rushed down the moment he saw what was going on. No, he is not going to do anything, she realized with great relief.

Then her mind was no longer on her husband. Her son's cock was in her mouth and she was going to please like he had done her. She would deal with the consequences later. With renewed enthusiasm she began to make love to her son's cock. She sucked the head and then licked it. Her tongue found the slit and she worried it with the tip. Then she used her tongue to swirl around under the crown, a place she knew from Walter that men liked. She worked on her son's cock for a long time, thinking of how proud she was of his ability to hold off his climax. She knew he must be incredibly excited by the amount of juice pouring from his opening. Yet he held out until she began to pump his shaft and suck the head.

"Can I cum in your mouth, Mother?" he asked politely.

Grace moaned her approval deep in her throat. She felt her son's hands on her head and his fingers in her hair. A moment later his seed was blasting into her waiting mouth. She knew it was going to be a lot, but she was ready for it this time. Her mouth filled and she swallowed, and then it filled again, and again, and once again. Each time she swallowed she felt her own pussy spasm and a little climax ripped through her.

When she had sucked her son dry and cleaned up around his softened clock she stood up. She bent over and kissed him on the lips. "Mmmm, I can taste my pussy on your lips."

"And I can taste my sperm in your mouth," he said with a laugh.

"Good night, Sweetheart," she whispered and then picked up her panties and climbed the ladder to the hut.

Thomas watched his mother leave, staring at her sexy bare ass as she slowly ascended the ladder. He put his feet up and leaned back on the swing reliving the incredible feeling of his mother's mouth on his cock.

Grace slipped into bed next to her husband and went to sleep almost immediately.

She was having a wonderful dream when she was suddenly startled awake. It wasn't a dream. Walter had apparently awakened and was kissing her breasts and playing with her pussy. With a sigh of pleasure she gave herself up to his experienced hands. Soon, however, she needed more. She wanted his cock. She pulled him over her and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Fuck me, fuck your naughty wife," she whispered.

Walter pounded into his wife with a vengeance. It had been a while since they had made love like this and he was more than ready after what he had witnessed.

Grace couldn't believe how good it felt to have a cock in her. It seemed like Walter was making a special effort to please her. Often he got on her and pounded her for a few seconds before he shot his load. Tonight he was being a masterful lover. He pounded into her until she had climaxed multiple times.

Finally Grace moaned, "Cum in me. Shoot your hot cum into my pussy."

He did, filling her to overflow before falling onto the bed in exhaustion. Grace had a broad smile on her face as she fell back to sleep.

Part II: Adam and Eve, Kane and Able and the ultimate Taboo

Chapter 1

It had taken a long time but it seemed that Thomas and Walter had reached an unspoken agreement that each would overlook their own possessive jealously for the good of the family. Yet, they did not act like father and son, for that was no longer possible. If anything they acted as equals in all things with the exception of their relationship with Grace. Obviously Walter could have intercourse with her, while Thomas could not. So far she had laid down the law to Thomas there. He was her son and since she had no way to protect herself from pregnancy, intercourse was out. Yet that didn't stop Thomas from trying.

Their day at the lagoon was destined to be different from the others. Grace had taken a few new books for Thomas to read plus a book she could use to teach him geography. Another one happened to be the Bible. As soon as they arrived, Thomas laid the books down and took his mother into his arms.

"Thomas, we need to get on with your geography lesson today," Grace said, only half serious.

"We have all day to do that. Dad is off to the other side of the island so we don't have to worry about him," he said.

Grace moaned and allowed him to unbutton her shirt and then slip it off her shoulders. He quickly dispensed with her pants before she had time to protest and then he took off his jeans. A moment later he had pushed her onto her back on the rock and spread her legs. Grace had a pretty good idea what he wanted and she wasn't going to object.

When Thomas paused and didn't touch her pussy she looked down at him. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, I just wanted to look at your pussy. I haven't seen it in the light for a while."

Grace loved that he wanted to look at her but it was nonetheless embarrassing; after all, she had always been a modest person and more importantly, it was her son staring at her private parts. Yet, she was also incredibly excited.

"Beautiful," he said. "Your pussy is the prettiest one in the world."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"It's perfect. I love that you only have a little bit of hair around the lips, that way I can see the sun glistening off your juices." With that he bent his head and began to lick her.

On the rocks above, unbeknownst to them, Walter stood watching. He was a good several hundred yards away, but he could see plainly what they were doing. He knew that they were intimate, but he wondered just how far it had gone. If they were having intercourse then she could get pregnant and that worried him. The island was no place to have and raise a baby. He watched as his son used his mouth on his mother, and in spite of his deep seated belief that it was wrong, he nonetheless had an erection.

Grace's moans of pleasure told Thomas that he was doing it right. He took his time, kissing and licking every square inch of her pussy. By the time he made it to her clit she was fit to be tied.

"Lick my clit, please," she begged.

"Sorry, you have to wait like you tell me," he said and proceeded to kiss down her thighs, leaving a trail of saliva behind. Then he moved up the other side.

"Please, please," Grace moaned.

Thomas chuckled under his breath and continued to tease her, now working on her outer lips with his tongue and teeth. He took gentle bites all along the swollen flesh before using his tongue to slide up and down the crease between her thigh and pubic mound. He had learned the lessons she had taught him well. A woman needs more time than a man to get ready, she had told him ... so he was taking his time. He knew that he was being just a bit mean, but he loved to hear her moans of pleasure.

"Thomas, you are driving me mad," Grace gasped.

"Okay," he mumbled and pushed her legs further apart. Then he placed his tongue on her clit and began to flick it.

"Oh, Thomas," she hissed.

First he flicked it gently with his tongue and received another loud moan in response. Then he sucked it into his mouth. That brought a scream from her. Her hips lifted from the stone as her hands grabbed his head.

"Suck me, eat me," she screamed loudly. Since she thought Walter was on the other side of the island there was no fear that he would hear her. "Ohhhh, God, Thomas I'm going to climax already." With her fingers tangled in his hair she bucked and thrashed, causing Thomas to work hard to keep his mouth on her convulsing pussy. He sucked and swallowed her juices and then worked on the clit again. He felt his mother tense again and knew she was climaxing a second time. He was afraid she was going to pull his hair out by the roots or smother him, or both. When she finally let go he pulled back almost breathless. His face was soaked with her copious juices.

A few minutes later, when Grace had caught her breath, she stood on unsteady legs and almost fell into her son's arms. They kissed passionately. Eventually Grace pushed him away and had him stand in front of her as she knelt between his at his feet. Something on the rocks suddenly caught her attention. She glanced up and realized that Walter was hiding behind the bushes. Incredibly, a strange thrill went thought her. If he wants to watch, then I'll put on a show, she thought. With her gorgeous eyes looking up at Thomas she took his cock into her mouth. She heard him moan as she sucked and licked the swollen head. She took her time drawing it out, making him mad with the desire to climax ... it was payback time for Thomas.

"Mom, please," he begged.

She paused for a moment and said, "Now where have I heard that before." Then she giggled.

It was fifteen minutes later when she finally began to stroke his cock rapidly. She watched his eyes glaze over and then he tensed and she knew that he was about to climax. His cock head expanded in her mouth and a moment later he screamed and bucked his hips. Her mouth quickly filled with his thick juice and she swallowed over and over. There was so much that some of the precious liquid slipped from the corner of her mouth.

She caught as much as she could in the palm of her hand, not wanting to waste a drop. When she glanced up she could still see Walter on the rocks. In spite of that she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked up the juices that had deposited there. When her hand was clean she looked up again and saw that Walter was gone.




Taboo! Lesbian Teen's Mom-Lust



Preface: The sex in this story begins on page three, in the section titled, "Mom's seduction," and the mother-daughter incest begins on page six, in the section titled, "The most forbidden fruit." Between these scenes is one called, "I'm going to fuck your daughter now . . ."

The first two-and-one-half pages are a fantasy of a different sort and contain no sex. When her petite and darling young lover Kara reveals that she lusts for her virtuous, struggling single mom, model-perfect 28-year-old Susan Smith, lesbian epicure extraordinaire, suspects that the girl is being manipulated.

Upon investigation she discovers that the voluptuous 36-year-old mom really is the paragon described by Kara, and is on the brink of financial disaster.

Extremely-wealthy Susan provides a magnificent life-changing gift. She also invites mother and daughter to join her for a lengthy vacation on an idyllic private tropical island. This is the setting for the scenes named above.

The character Susan Smith was introduced in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," also on this Web site. It is not necessary to read that story to appreciate this one.

Susan loves and lusts for sweet young women, and her greatest thrill is to introduce them to the erotic pleasures of girl-girl sex. As an "angel investor" in a movie studio specializing in high quality lesbian erotica, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her wanton passion. She satisfies this in carefully paced, sensuous seductions in her secluded mansion, where girls who have never known the touch of another woman but are seeking "adventure" are brought slowly to the point of begging for lesbian love.

"Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied" describes one of these trysts. This story's Kara and Susan came together in another.

Part 1 – The Gift

Chapter 1 – An urgent message

Susan's pager beeped its distinct tone as she came out of a business meeting in Zurich, signaling that one of "her girls" had left a message on the hot line she set up in case they ever got in trouble, or needed help. Once back in the hotel she immediately made the call.

"Hi Susan, this is Kara. I'm all right," the message on the machine back in California began. Smart Kara – to state that important fact first, so that Susan would not suffer unnecessary anxiety.

Kara was a sweet 18-year-old who, along with another young girl, had been introduced to Sapphic sex during one of the multi-day lesbian trysts that Susan carried on in her secluded mansion (see "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," also on Literotica). She found the experience positive and enriching. Not to mention hot and sexually satisfying! She was regularly attending the life skills program that Susan underwrote for her "graduates." 

"Susan, I'm sorry to call this number for a non-emergency," the message continued. "I just don't know what else to do, and I'm so confused . . . I don't know how you could help, but I need to talk to someone at least, and you're the only person in the world I could say this to: Susan – I think I'm in love with my mother. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm even saying those words. Susan, please contact me!" 

"Well, this is certainly interesting," Susan thought, relieved that nothing bad had happened to the girl. At least she didn't think anything bad had happened. Was this bad? She honestly did not know. Well, there would be time to figure that out later. The first thing was to get word to Kara that the message had been received and that Susan would "be there for her" whatever happened. And secondly – to check out this mother.

Susan actually knew less about Kara than most of the young girls she hosted in her lesbian trysts. For reasons she would not explain the girl had been extremely reticent with both herself and with Jinna, the proprietress of "Lez! Productions," the adult film studio Susan had bankrolled, and through which she was introduced to young women seeking sexual excitement, and usually an escape from unsatisfactory life situations.

Which most of the time included rotten mothers who failed to provide their daughters with the emotional support a child deserves. So she was very suspicious, and concerned that some manipulating bitch was playing evil games with poor Kara's psyche.

She made two calls immediately. The first was to "Mrs. Higgins," as Susan thought of her, the woman who ran the life skills training or "charm school" for Susan's modern day Pygmalions. She asked the woman to get word to Kara right away that her message had been received, that help would be forthcoming, and that Susan would meet her Saturday after the day's training sessions. Kara could tell her all about it over dinner.

The second call was to Pamela, a private investigator she knew, a capable woman whose veneer of hard-boiled toughness covered a sympathetic soul. She gave instructions to run a background check on Kara's mom, and to unobtrusively get some kind of read on the woman's character. And with that Susan put the matter out of her mind until she was back in the country and meeting with Kara, which would be four days hence.

Chapter 2 – Susan investigates

It was late Saturday afternoon, and Susan was waiting in her car outside "Mrs. Higgins's" place when Kara came out. She caught the girl's attention, and Kara came running over and got in.

"Susan! Thank you so much! It's great to see you," the girl effused.

"Thanks, sweetie – give me a hug," the older woman responded. The two embraced warmly. "Do you like Chinese?" she asked. Kara did, and Susan drove to a comfortable and very good Chinese restaurant. They were seated, and chatted amiably while ordering and getting settled. The food came quickly, so Susan put off the main business until they had eaten, and were able to relax.

She had received a preliminary report on Kara's mom. The woman's name was Joyce, and on the surface she did not appear to be a bad person. She was just 36 years old, having been the same age Kara was now when her only child was born. The pregnancy was accidental, the result of youthful lust gone wrong.

Joyce married the boy, who had apparently been a sweet and amiable loser, not very bright, and totally incapable of supporting a family. He left before a year was out, drifted for a number of years, and actually committed suicide when Kara was just eight years old. The girl was an infant when he left, and had no memory of the man. Joyce never remarried.

Joyce received some help from her family, but they were people of limited means, so she was almost entirely on her own. The woman had a strong work ethic but no skills, and struggled to keep body and soul together for herself and her daughter by working a series of low-pay jobs.

About five years earlier she managed to scrape up enough money to buy a small "starter home" – a dump, actually - with a subsidized no-down payment loan. At the moment, however, she was two payments behind on the mortgage, despite working one full-time and two part-time jobs, and was in danger of losing the home.

It sounded as if Joyce was not a bad person, but the investigator had not had a chance yet to look beneath that surface. It was still possible that the woman was a drug abuser or alcoholic or subject to some other character flaw that held her down – and now put her daughter at severe emotional risk. Then there was the fact that just one week after her 18th birthday Kara had shown up at Lez! Productions looking for a chance to enter the adult film industry – not a good sign in itself.

Jinna sensed the girl's inner sweetness and had sent her to Susan rather than allowing her to enter the potentially soul-destroying "industry." Beyond that Jinna was unable to provide any details about Kara's background. Therefore, Susan withheld judgment, but given Kara's sweet nature, untainted by any apparent hardness or bitterness, she was inclined to think that the girl's mom really might be alright.

"OK, Kara, let's hear it," Susan began. "You think you 'might be in love with' your mom. I don't know what that means. Whatever it means, you know I will be there for you, sweetie, and you know I won't pass judgment on you, either. So hopefully 'the cavalry has arrived.' But what does 'I think I'm in love with my mom' mean?" 

Kara's face turned red with embarrassment. She really was confused, and couldn't believe that she had actually spoken those words out loud – but she did not regret them, or retract them, and she felt immensely reassured that Susan was there to listen, and maybe help.

"Susan, let me tell you about my mom," Kara began. "I know she's my mom, so I'm biased, but I have never met anyone nearly as good as she is. She works so hard, and tries so hard, and although she's tired all the time she always has time for me, no matter what." Kara recounted her family history, confirming many of the things Susan already knew, and filling in details.

"Susan, I never would have thought of this if it wasn't for the time I spent with you, and the – things we did together, along with Stacy." 

Have lesbian sex together, that is. In a three day tryst in Susan's secluded mansion, along with another young woman that Jinna had deemed unprepared for the realities of the adult film business, but who like Kara would probably have unwilling to take "no" for an answer, and gone instead to a less humane producer if not offered some "third way." 

A "third way" represented by the multi-millionaire Susan Smith, lesbian epicure, with her lust and love for the sweetness of very young women, and her ability to compensate the girls not only with good loving and hot sex, but with scholarships and other life-enhancing opportunities. Such as the "charm school."

Kara continued. "I loved it, Susan. Really loved it. I don't know if that means I'm a lesbian, or if I will also meet some boy someday and love that, too. But right now I don't care about that. Because, having – had sex – with you and Stacy, made me look at women and other girls differently. And – that included my mom. I know that is wrong. So wrong.

"But I don't care about that, either. My mom is beautiful, and good, and she deserves good things, and – thanks to you I know how to give her a good thing, Susan. And I want to . . ."

Kara trailed off, and for a moment Susan was speechless. "I've created a monster," she thought, and yet – she could find no flaw with what the girl had said. Other than the fact that she wanted to break what was perhaps the most universal human taboo of all, that is, and wanted her, Susan Smith, to somehow help her do so.

Susan cleared her throat, which had gone dry, and took a sip of green tea. She looked closely at Kara, and could sense nothing dark or "broken" in the girl, just sincerity, goodwill and, of course, confusion. Because although she said she "didn't care," it was clear that Kara also understood that she was mentioning the unmentionable. Finally Susan spoke.

"I'll be honest, Kara – I'm confused too. I need to think about it, and check up on some things." She wanted the rest of the investigator's report, for one thing, so she could determine for sure that Kara was not the victim of some kind of mind control. "But whatever happens, one way or another I will help you, sweetie, you know that. I need to find out first what 'help you' means in this instance." Susan reached across the table and took Kara's hand in her own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Oh thank you, Susan – I knew you would help. And – I'm not sure either what 'help' means either, right now." Susan was impressed at the maturity and level of introspection that this statement demonstrated, and that made her feel less uncomfortable. Clearly Kara was not a fluttering bubblehead in the grip of some shallow enthusiasm. Not that she had ever considered that likely, but still, having it confirmed was reassuring.

There wasn't much left to say, so Susan paid the bill and gave Kara a ride home. She was tied up with business for several days. However, by the time her friend Pamela the investigator called with the full report on Joyce she was able to focus on the issue.

The report was, in essence, that Joyce was every bit the paragon she appeared, and that Kara had made her out to be. She had lived an almost monkish life of work and sacrifice. The woman had no bad habits or character flaws, with the possible exception of being too proud to take full advantage of the network of social services available to someone in her position – including cash welfare payments. In fact, the subsidized home loan was the only example of Joyce ever coming close to taking any form of welfare.

There were personal reports as well, from neighbors and former employers who had been painfully forced to lay off Joyce, not for any fault in the woman, but only because they just did not have work for her at the moment. Each recognized that they had let go of a gem, and sought to rehire her when conditions allowed, but in almost every case Joyce had found new work, and was loyal to her current employer.

And one more thing: The reason Kara had approached Jinna about entering the adult film business was because she wanted to help her mom. Susan knew first hand that Kara had a "sex-positive" personality, so it was not hard to imagine the girl considering this a likely possibility, without fully understanding the often seamy reality of the profession.

Susan was delighted. Not that Joyce had had a hard life, but that the woman deserved better, and that she, richer-than-Croesus Susan Smith, had the means, opportunity and motive to turn it all around for Kara's mother. Which she joyfully resolved to do. She still had no idea what to make of Kara's being "in love with" her mom to the point of wanting to have sex with her, but that could be dealt with later. In the meantime Susan got busy planning a series of big surprises for the virtuous Joyce.

Chapter 3 – Joyce gets a letter

"Madam:

"You are aware that your daughter has acquired a benefactress, who has made it possible for Kara to participate in a life skills training program. You may not be aware that Kara is also eligible for a full college or vocational training scholarship from the same source.

"Kara's benefactress has become aware that you yourself are a woman of high virtue who has struggled to raise a child in the face of very difficult challenges. And that notwithstanding those challenges you have nevertheless succeeded in raising, in the words of her benefactress, 'a wonderful daughter who is bright, generous, devoted, and as full of virtue as her mother.' 

"Therefore, Kara's benefactress proposes to become your benefactress. The benefits will be in the form of financial assistance, job training, and the opportunity to participate in the 'life skills' training course your daughter is now engaged in. However, your benefactress suggests that you might not have much to learn in that respect, but indeed, may have much to teach. She has requested the proprietress of the 'academy' to discuss this with you at an appropriate time.

"In the short term, your benefactress requests that you give notice to your current employers, and prepare yourself and Kara to join her for a three week vacation in a tropical location six weeks hence, which will be in mid-May. This will give you an opportunity to tie up lose ends, and let Kara complete her final semester of high school.

"No other preparations will be necessary – your benefactress advises that you bring nothing, and a complete wardrobe will be provided upon your arrival. Further details will be forthcoming under separate cover.

"As a token of good faith from your benefactress, enclosed find a check for $25,000, which will allow you to make arrangements to be away for several weeks, etc. Further, you will find the note on your mortgage, which has been discharged as paid-in-full. Congratulations – you now own your home free and clear. Because this gift will be considered as 'income' by the IRS, an additional check will be forthcoming to discharge the tax liability." 

"Your benefactress predicts that you will reject this offer as charity. She assures you that it is not charity, but an honest trade, which she offers in exchange for the virtue that you have demonstrated, and the service that you have already provided to the world, and to herself. To wit, in the words of your benefactress, 'raising the most lovely, generous and wonderful daughter in the world'." 

The very formal letter was from a law firm, and was on expensive letterhead stationary. It had arrived in the mail with a passel of bills, and Joyce opened it first expecting the worst – she knew she was behind on the mortgage, and was terrified.

The fist time she read the document though, the words did not make sense. It was as if they were written in a foreign language, foreign at least to all her previous life experience.

She tried reading it a second time, and as the meaning penetrated her ears began to ring and her head spin – this can't be happening! She found herself short of breath, and sat down hard on the dilapidated living room sofa.

The third time through she grew angry that someone was playing cruel trick. But that didn't make sense either – the help Kara was getting was real - no cruel trick. That check looked very real, too. It was a fancy bank check with the dollar figure embossed, not handwritten. And the mortgage note – that was definitely real – it was the original copy from five years ago, with her own signature in ink.

Her next reaction was regret that of course she could not accept such a gift. But there was that paragraph about the "benefactress" predicting this and insisting it was "an honest trade." Joyce had a feeling that she would have no choice about whether to accept or not.

When the letter's full import finally sank in Joyce began to weep. Deeply and inconsolably. For her daughter's sake she had dammed up all the pain and heartache the struggle to preserve their little family had caused, and now that dam broke, with nothing to hold back the flood.

This is how Kara found her mother when she arrived home from school a few minutes later. The girl was terrified – she had never seen Joyce this way. Kara's fear was all Joyce needed to get control of herself – the habit of protecting her daughter kicked in. She stopped crying, but could find no words to speak, and started to panic that Kara still had no idea of why she had been weeping. Finally she saw the letter on the couch, and without saying anything handed it to the girl.

Kara read it. "Susan," she whispered. Joyce looked up with a question in her eyes. "My 'benefactress' – it's Susan. It's real, mom. Every word. Susan is like a billionaire, and she has – um, reasons – to really want to help me. And now you too. Mom? I think we're going to have a great vacation in six weeks . . ." 

With that Kara also sat down hard on the couch beside her mother. They embraced, and wept together – Kara for pure joy, Joyce for happiness too, but this was mixed with that flood of pent-up pain, undammed by this magnificent act of generosity.

Chapter 4 – Kara and Joyce take a vacation.

Joyce had tried to meet with Susan through "Mrs. Higgins," but the woman had no contact information, or at least none that she would share. So she had no choice but to just "go with the flow," which after all, was moving in a very favorable direction. Joyce definitely had that streak of pride and independence – but she wasn't a fool, either.

Neither was she a fool about the nature of the relationship between her daughter and this "mystery woman." Joyce knew that Kara had a strong libido, and suspected something sexual was involved.

But she could sense nothing dark or exploitative there. Indeed, Kara had been extremely happy and satisfied with life in general since that mysterious three-day disappearance not long after the girl's 18th birthday. Kara had informed Joyce then that she would be away, and told her not to worry, but had given no other information.




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Of course Joyce did worry – worry to death, almost. But could not help but notice that the girl was glowing upon her return, and the "charm school" sessions had started the following week: Another mystery, but a gift horse whose mouth Joyce chose not to examine.

She kept "going with the flow" until it brought her and Kara to the day appointed for the start of the vacation. This began with an early morning limousine to take mother and daughter to the airport. They departed without a suitcase, just a small carry-on containing basic toiletries. Which felt odd, but the instructions had been explicit. At the airport they were whisked through the formalities with "rock star" treatment, and soon found themselves in first-class seats on a wide-body jet winging its way to Miami.

Once there they were escorted through the terminal and onto a small amphibian aircraft, which was neat but kind of scary too. Two hours later the plane set down with a splash in a crystal-clear coral lagoon, at one end of which was a small but verdant tropical island, set in a ring of brilliant white sand beach.

The plane taxied to a rickety pier, where the co-pilot hopped out and held a rope while the two women climbed out. He saluted, climbed back in, and the plane taxied onto the lagoon and took off, never even shutting down its twin motors. Joyce and Kara were left alone on the pier. The only sound as the engine noise faded was the gentle lapping of wavelets on a pristine beach.

And then a woman's voice, calling: "Kara! Joyce! Welcome!" 

Kara responded, calling back, "Susan! Hello!" 

Joyce looked to where the voice was coming from, and beheld an amazing sight: A gorgeous young woman strode down a sandy path through the palm trees, wearing nothing but a microscopic white bikini, and a great tan. "This is Susan the billionaire?" Joyce thought. For no good reason she had imagined a frumpy middle-aged "Mrs. Grundy" type.

Instead, the woman was a bombshell. She looked to be in her upper twenties, slightly above average height, with shoulder-length light brown hair, and a perfect, womanly figure. Given the scantiness of the outfit Joyce could not but notice the nicely rounded hips, flat stomach, and more than ample, but not excessively huge breasts.

Susan waved for her and Kara to come on, so they walked down the pier, and all three women finally came together on the white sand beach. Kara ran ahead and gave Susan a big hug and small kiss – on the lips, Joyce noticed. Then she turned and made introductions. "Susan, this is my mother, Joyce." 

Susan reached out her hand and said, "I am honored to finally meet you, Joyce. I know a lot about you, and have unbounded admiration for you. I have really looked forward to this moment."

Joyce was taken aback by the beautiful woman's graciousness, and obvious sincerity. She had been prepared to launch right into a protest of the other's incredible generosity, but found herself disarmed, and speechless. Embarrassed, even. She took the woman's hand and tried to be gracious in return. "You're very kind, Susan, and I'm very grateful for the kindness you've shown to my daughter." 

Susan beamed at this, and gave Kara another little hug – purely chaste, no kiss this time. "You must be exhausted after the trip, and dying to get out of those clothes and into something more suitable for the island. Umm - like this . . ." With good humor Susan indicated her own skimpy costume, somehow conveying that she recognized how outrageous it would be in an ordinary social setting, but that it was perfectly appropriate for a deserted, tropical island beach.

"Come on, let me show you the 'grass hut,' and you can shower and change. Except, don't shower - there's time to get a swim in before dinner, and we can all get cleaned up after and change before we eat."

Susan led mother and daughter up the path through the palms, and not far along it they came to what looked like very large native grass hut. Somehow Joyce could tell that it was more than that. She was right. Susan showed her guests into the round structure, and they were delighted to see it that featured an oddly perfect combination of modern comforts and primitive appointments.

There looked to be just one large room, subdivided into a kitchen-dining area with table, chairs and modern appliances; sleeping quarters with just one very huge bed; and a large living area with two big couches but not much other furniture. Apparently the resort was mainly intended for couples only, but was also versatile enough to accommodate other arrangements.

"You girls can sleep on the couches – they double as beds, and are as comfortable as you could hope for. There is one other room – a big bathroom suite. It has a great shower, and giant jacuzzi, too. We're completely isolated from civilization here – we have the entire island to ourselves. There's plenty of fresh water in a giant cistern, and a solar electric system, with a generator back up, so we have all the modern conveniences. Isn't it terrific!" Susan was bubbling like a kid with a new toy. Joyce couldn't help but to laugh and join in her enthusiasm – it was terrific. Not unnaturally she had been more than a little nervous about this mystery "vacation": Being ordered to leave hearth and home without a stitch of clothes, having no idea of the destination, or of who would meet them at the other end.

The reality was – wonderful. The island and hut were truly a dream, and Susan was delightful. For the first time since she had received that incredible letter Joyce started to relax. She began to truly believe that it was all true, and that there was no hidden catch or dark agenda.

Well, almost none. There was that brief kiss between Susan and Kara, which only confirmed what she already suspected about their relationship. But "dark"? Joyce was not a prude, and had nothing against homosexuality. This didn't mean that she wasn't somewhat shocked to find her daughter possibly moving in that direction, but she found nothing to condemn there, and sensed nothing but goodwill from Susan. She mentally shrugged and decided to go with the flow in that realm as well.

Susan continued the tour, showing her and Kara a series of large closets and storage areas adjacent to the bathroom, which looked more like a luxurious spa and country club locker room than the rudimentary facilities of a grass hut on the beach. And then there were her and Kara's vacation "wardrobes" – a drawer full of skimpy bathing suits, and a selection of colorful Tahitian pareias. One closet held "real clothes" in case of inclement weather, but Susan assured them that these would almost certainly not be needed.

"I'm going to get a few things out for dinner, so why don't you put on suits and we'll go for swim." With that Susan left Joyce and Kara in the spa and moved back into the kitchen.

Mother and daughter looked at each other in slight bewilderment, and then both burst out laughing. Joyce shrugged, and started looking through her selection of bathing suits, which were all gorgeous, and probably very expensive. Kara had her own selection in another drawer.

Chapter 5 – Getting to Know You

Someone had provided sizes, because all of the suits in the respective drawers were just right for each of them. Joyce was well endowed topside, with very large breasts. She had broad and fleshy but well toned hips, thighs and rear end – voluptuous, not fat. Kara was petite, tiny even, with very small breasts, and boyish, narrow hips.

Joyce was embarrassed when the girl did not hesitate but began to remove her clothing right in front of her mother, having chosen a nice suit. The bathroom suite was all open except for two very small enclosed areas that each contained a toilet, bidet and sink.

Joyce could have squeezed into one of those to change, but Kara probably had the right idea, so she self consciously joined her daughter in undressing in the spacious open area. Kara had already slipped on a suit by the time Joyce unpeeled her panties, and when the mother stood up after doing so she noticed that her daughter was looking at her nakedness with frank interest.

Well – why not? There was nothing to be ashamed of, and curiosity was natural in a young girl. Still, Joyce couldn't help blushing a little, and quickly slipped on her own suit.

They rejoined Susan as she was placing a container into large microwave oven. "We have lots of frozen delicacies, but limited amounts of fresh food," the young woman announced. "I'm defrosting a homemade seafood chowder – does that sound good?" Joyce and Kara agreed that it did, and then the three women left the "hut" and headed down to the beach.

Where they did not stop but kept waking right on in to the crystal clear ocean water, which Joyce found amazingly warm. The three frolicked for a good long time, and the stressed-out mother found the experience as delightful as the entire island set up promised.

The sun was getting low when they headed back. Susan took them around the back of the hut, where there were two outside showers next to a second entrance leading into the bathroom suite. A rack with towels was close at hand, and there was even soap and shampoo and other products handy. Like everything else about the facility, it was perfect.

Joyce was momentarily taken aback when, after turning on the water and stepping under the stream, the gorgeous young woman stripped her suit off right in public and began wringing it out in the fresh water. But of course "in public" meant in front of Kara and herself, given that no other humans were on the island. Joyce was embarrassed, just as she had been when seeing Kara unashamedly strip, and when she experienced that feeling of being "ogled" by her daughter when she too had changed.

The first part of which sequence Kara now repeated – stripping, that is, and joining Susan under the wide shower stream, following the other's example by wringing out her suit. Well, the act made perfect sense in this setting, and Joyce could see no reason not to follow the example of the others, but that did not make her any less self conscious as she removed her own suit after getting under the second shower.

Soon all three had completed rinsing the salt from their naked bodies and were wrapped in towels. Susan led them inside and selected one of the beautiful Tahitian pareias for each. Joyce had lovely, thick chestnut-colored hair, and received a dark green wrap that complimented that color. Kara's short hair was very light blonde, and she got a light blue one. Susan's wrap was a rich gold color, which went well with her light brown hair.

Then the fun and games began – putting the darned things on and making them stay on! Susan had the knack, and demonstrated, necessarily dropping the towel and again exposing her magnificent naked body, if only briefly.

Of course both Joyce and Kara failed at their first attempts, which occasioned laughter all around as each found themselves suddenly naked with a pile of colorful fabric at their feet. But then they too got the hang of it, and the three retired to the main part of the hut.

Which was filled with the aroma of savory seafood chowder, a specialty of the islands. Susan popped open a bottle of fresh, cold Italian semi-sparking white wine, and they all enjoyed a glass together on a patio before dinner. Though a thin screen of palm trees separating the structure from the beach they watched the sun set into the ocean.

It was just as idyllic as it sounds – three beautiful women relaxing in a beautiful tropical setting.

As happens in the tropics, darkness came quickly when the sun set. All three women were famished, and were happy to seat themselves at the dining area's rustic table. Susan placed the bowl of steaming, savory chowder on the table, along with a loaf of crusty French bread, and that was it – a simple and delicious feast that all three heartily enjoyed.

Joyce thought that this would be a good time to raise the issue of Susan's generosity, which had been forestalled on their arrival several hours earlier. She began, but Susan quickly interrupted.

"Joyce, please don't say it. Let me explain something. I am rich. I mean, really, really rich. I'm not a billionaire, but I'm nearly a "half-a-billionaire," and I'm very good at making that grow. I'm not one bit guilty about it, either.

"I have no children, and don't ever expect to have any. There is no way in the world that I could spend that amount of money before I die. In fact, if I tried hard to spend it – which I don't, I have better things to do – it would be hard for me to spend it faster than I make it.

"So what does that leave? I can give some of it away now, or wait until I'm dead when it will go to some foundation or other. Which will probably ignore my intentions and spend the money doing things that I believe are corrupt.

"Now, if I give some away now, I get to pick who gets it, and I get tremendous pleasure from giving to people of great virtue. People like you, Joyce. I know a lot about you – I pried, dear, when I became aware of who you are and what you have overcome. And the more I learned, the more I was humbled. And honored, and grateful to be in a position to help.

"So, would you be so heartless as to deny me this simple, to me virtually costless pleasure?" 

Joyce looked down, ashamed, and flattered, and embarrassed all at once. She looked into the young woman's eyes, and saw nothing but honest sincerity. "No, Susan. I won't," she said softly. "If you looked into my background you also know that I'm not a fool, proud though I may be. Thank you, Susan. I will try to be worthy of your gift."

"You are worthy, Joyce – that's why it gives me such great pleasure to give to you. And that pleasure is what makes ours an honest trade. Now, what do you say we just try to ignore all that, and enjoy our time together as 'just girls,' not as 'benefactress and beneficiary' and all that silly talk? I know that's not easy for you, Joyce, and that is part of your virtue. But I'm asking you to learn a new virtue, which maybe we can call 'reverse generosity'."

"Alright, Susan – I'll do it. I understand, and you're right. Thank you for your gift, and – you're welcome for my 'virtue.' I accept your honest trade." 

Susan went teary-eyed at those words. She leaned over the corner of the small table to give Joyce a hug. "Thank you, Joyce. You've made me very happy." Joyce too started to choke up, and Kara as well.

But then the moment passed, and the three women set about cleaning off the table and doing the dishes, which with six willing hands was quickly finished. Back in "civilization" the hour would be considered early, but given the tensions and travels of the day all three women were quite tired. So after just chatting for a while Susan pulled down sheets and blankets from a storage nook, and helped make the couches up into bedsteads that were as comfortable as she had promised.

"All we have to wear are bathing suits and pareias," Susan announced. "I hope you don't mind sleeping in the nude." Well, it didn't matter if Kara and Joyce did – if there was no choice that's how they would sleep. Which was fine with Joyce, though Kara would miss her generous 'lil red jammies. The three took turns brushing their teeth and making their usual beddie-bye preparations, and then it was lights out.

Part II – Joyce's Awakening.

Chapter 6 – Discoveries

Joyce awoke in the dim predawn light and heard noises from the hut's main sleeping area. The couch that Kara had slept on was empty. She raised herself up and looked over the back of her own couch, where she had a clear view of the large huge bed at the other end of the hut. Joyce was shocked - but not surprised - to see Kara and Susan locked in a close embrace, kissing passionately.

Both were moaning, and while Joyce could not see what exactly was happening underneath the single sheet that covered the pair, she sensed that her daughter and their "benefactress" were fingering each other's sex. Unable to stop herself Joyce watched for a minute, before she got control and dropped back down out of sight.

Shocked, but not surprised: Yes, that was it. Of course any mother would be shocked to see her daughter engaged in homosexual – lesbian – behavior. And yet Joyce had already guessed that this was the basis of the girl's relationship with Susan.

She thought she should be outraged, or furious, or something – but she just could not find any of those feelings in herself. She did not understand the relationship of the pair - they seemed more like good friends than lovers - but she could discern no malice or harmfulness or exploitation there.

To the contrary, her daughter had never been happier, although at certain moments Joyce had caught Kara looking at her in a funny way. Now that she thought about, Kara had had that same look when she had seen her mother undress the day before . . . Joyce did not know what this particular quirk meant, but chose to let it ride.

Meanwhile the soft moans from the large bed had taken on a more urgent tone. Joyce was shocked again – to find herself getting aroused! "My God – my daughter is getting fucked by a beautiful lesbian on the other side of the room, and it's turning me on," she thought.

She tried to be philosophical about it – why not get aroused at the spectacle of human sexual passion, whoever the partners are? Joyce knew from whom Kara had inherited her high libido: Herself. That's why she got pregnant at the age of 18.

In the years since she had enjoyed precious few opportunities to feed that libido, which in any event had been beaten down by the struggles she had undergone. Well, apparently those struggles were in the past, and Joyce could begin the think about such things again.

So as the sounds from the other side of the hut gave evidence that the other two females were each approaching orgasmic peaks, Joyce shocked herself further by dropping a hand to her own sex and stroking her clit. "If you can't beat 'em, you might as well join 'em," she thought wryly, and went to work doing the thing that had been her primary sexual outlet for the past 18 years – masturbation.

When the sounds from the other side of the room became those of climactic bliss, Joyce really joined 'em, in spirit at least, by tipping herself over that same peak of orgasmic pleasure, stifling the low moan that usually accompanied her own self-induced climaxes. All grew quiet again in the grass hut, and feeling surprisingly at peace with herself and the situation, Joyce dropped back to sleep.

About an hour later she woke again to more sounds - of her hut-mates moving around the kitchen area. She again looked over the back of the couch, and saw Susan wrapped in her pareia, scooping coffee into a percolator. Kara was reaching into a cabinet, and she too had her wrap on, but just around the waist, leaving her topless in the genuine Tahitian manner.

Joyce was a teensy bit shocked by this, but had to admit that the beautiful, petite girl looked absolutely charming with her tiny breasts exposed like that. She smiled in spite of herself, and gave another mental shrug – something she found herself doing a lot recently.

Kara noticed her: "Hi mom! Want something to eat?" The girl was now pulling down a box of sweetened cereal, which she poured into a bowl.

Joyce made a face: "Maybe, but not that stuff! Good morning, Susan," she said politely.

"Good morning, Joyce!" Susan beamed a big smile her way. "Are you a member of the coffee tribe?"

"In good standing," Joyce returned. "With my schedule, I've had to be quite an addict, in fact." 

"Good – I hate to drink alone," the young woman quipped back, although she recognized the grim truth underlying the other's remark. "Well, we have a tough schedule today too, I'm afraid. It's going to be a pitiless grind of eating, swimming, sunbathing, more eating, snorkeling in the coral reef, more eating, maybe some windsurfing, possibly a nap, probably some cocktails, more eating, and then bed. I hope you can handle it." 




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Joyce had risen, put on her own pareia – breasts not exposed - and joined the other two at the table by the time Susan finished this "grim" recitation.

"It sounds brutal," she responded. "Well, England expects that every man will do his duty . . ."

"Right you are, Miss," Susan said as she poured a cup of java for Joyce. "Cream?" 

"No thanks. Straight up for me." She sipped, and not surprisingly the coffee was amazingly good. She looked at Kara, who had stopped spooning the honey-coated sugar bombs into her mouth to take in this byplay, and whose eyes were twinkling in delight. "Hiya, sweetie," Joyce smiled at her daughter. "I guess I don't have to worry about you catching cold in this tropical climate." 

For a moment Kara seemed puzzled - she had completely forgotten her toplessness. Then, when the meaning of the wry jest sank in, the girl glanced down at her naked breasts as if surprised to find them exposed, and her face turned beet red. Susan and Joyce both burst out laughing at this reaction, and after a moment Kara snickered too, when she realized how silly she must have looked.

"Gee, mom, it seemed the natural thing to do." She sounded a little worried. Joyce relented.

"Of course it is, honey. You look like nature's child herself. It's alright – you dress however you want, dear. This is your vacation too." 

A snarky voice inside Joyce's head could not resist adding a silent, "I'm sure your lesbian lover doesn't mind, either," but she quashed the thought as unworthy – even if probably true. Joyce mentally shook herself and turned back to Susan. "Did you say snorkel in the coral reef? I've always dreamed of doing that."

"You bet, Joyce, as much as you want. It's just as beautiful as it looks on all those nature shows on TV, too. More, even, because it's real. And it's good exercise, which we'll all need if we're not going to get fat given all that eating on the schedule." 

"Wow, it's amazing," Joyce said. "It is like a dream come true. Wait a minute – it really is a dream come true. Thank you again, Susan." Then she remembered: "And you're welcome, Susan." The wealthy young woman's face lit up at this proof that Joyce fully "got it." 

Susan brought out some bagels and cream cheese, which she and Joyce shared while Kara had another bowl of the atrocious cereal. And then it was on to the "grim" program the young woman had outlined, beginning with a quick dip in the ocean, and some heavy lifting – of chaise lounges to set up in the sun.

Before they left the hut Joyce had slipped into a bathing suit, but noticed that Susan and Kara did not change out of their pareias. The reason soon became clear – the two considered this a "clothing optional" beach, and intended to swim and lounge in the nude.

Joyce had to admit that this made sense, but she personally wasn't quite prepared to "go native" to that extent just yet. Oddly enough, she felt a bit self-conscious wearing a suit while the other two went au naturel, but she decided to grin and not bare it, at least for now.

She was very eager to check out that coral reef, though, and asked Susan if they could. Of course the answer was yes. Susan led her companions to a small shed that contained various items of recreational equipment, including facemasks, swim fins, snorkels, and inflatable life vests. She explained that the last item was necessary because the water over the reef was shallow in places, and standing up there would damage the coral and over time even kill the reef.

Then they were in the water and in the reef, and it was as magical as Joyce imagined. The three women spent almost two hours exploring in the warm water, and only returned to the beach for the next item on the relentless schedule – lunch. Followed by dozing on chaise lounges under the shade of the palm trees.

Kara actually was dozing when Susan got up from her chair and indicated that Joyce should join her for a walk on the beach. The young woman had been waiting for a chance to have a one-on-one talk with Kara's mom. She had thought hard about the girl's "problem" – the fact that she was "in love with my mom," and decided that the only way to handle it was to be totally honest with Joyce.

"Joyce, I think you have some idea about the nature of Kara and my relationship," she began.

"Yes I do, Susan. I heard you – saw you – in bed together this morning." Susan looked embarrassed at this.

"I'm sorry about that, Joyce. I had not meant to be so – rude, I guess. Kara came to me, and I was weak. I'm sorry. It was rude. But Joyce, I don't apologize for my relationship with Kara." 

"I forgive you for your 'rudeness,' Susan, if that's what it was. And while I feel like I should hate you and be furious for your relationship with Kara, I can't, because I just can't sense anything bad there. But I am confused about what exactly that relationship is, beside the obvious. Why don't you tell me the whole story?"

So Susan did, beginning with how Kara had shown up at Lez! Productions looking to enter the adult film industry, so that she could help her mother. Which of course caused Joyce to break down in tears. And how Susan's friend Jinna had instead directed Kara to Susan.

"You have to understand, Joyce, most of the girls Jinna sends to me are looking for two things – an escape from an unsatisfactory situation at home, and a sexual adventure. Obviously the first did not apply to Kara – but the second did." 

"I believe you, Susan," Joyce said. "Kara inherits that 'sex-positive' gene from me. I certainly don't hold it against her, or against myself, either. I just want her to be happy, and get joy from it, not misery, like I did."

"I understand, Joyce. I want the same thing for Kara. Joyce, I must ask you a question. Have you ever had sex with another woman? Or thought about doing it?" 

Joyce was embarrassed, but could not think of any reason not to be completely honest with her "benefactress" – and her daughter's lover.

"Susan, that 'sex positive' gene is very powerful. The answer is, almost and yes. When I was in high school one of my girlfriends and I 'fooled around' a few times. I mean kissing and I guess you would call it 'heavy petting.' 'First base,' 'second base,' a little bit of 'third base' – what you and Kara were doing this morning – but no 'home run' – orgasm, and no – other kinds of girl-girl sex. But only because we never got the chance. I got pregnant around then, and my life went to hell in a handbasket.

But I've thought about it a lot, too, to answer your second question. I suspect that if my life had turned out different I might have ended up bisexual. Maybe that's the reason why I can't work up any hostility over you and Kara." 

Susan gave Joyce a hug in sympathy for the hard life she had lived. Joyce resisted at first, but them submitted, and accepted the sympathy in the spirit it was offered.

"I'm sorry, Joyce," Susan said, picking up on the woman's mixed feelings at that moment. "Maybe I needed that hug more that you. I've had some bad moments in my life" – she was thinking about when her parents were killed in a car wreck when she was 12 – "but of course I've had it a lot easier that you." 

Now it was Joyce who felt sympathy, curiously enough. She took Susan's hand in her own and gave it squeeze, which got them past that awkward moment and back on track. Not that Joyce knew where that track was leading.

"Joyce, do you find me attractive," Susan asked. Joyce's eyes popped wide open at this. "There's a reason for me asking besides the obvious one – I mean, yes, I am a lesbian and you are a very attractive woman. But that's not why I'm asking, although that would be a good reason to ask. Oh, I'm messing this all up. Just play along with for me for minute, will you? Please?" 

Joyce shrugged – "shrugging again," she thought – and decided to do so. Play along, that is.

"Susan, you're a knockout. Of course you know that. Do I find you attractive as a potential sex partner, is that what you mean?" Susan looked embarrassed, but nodded. "Well, I hadn't thought about it, but since you ask me to – hmmm, yeah, it's possible. Um - definitely possible. But you were suggesting that your question is more complicated than a simple proposition. I'm all ears, Susan." 

"OK, Joyce. I'll just say it: The thing that brought you to my attention was Kara. She came to me asking for help. She said she's 'in love' with you. She meant she wants to have sex with you."

Joyce had thought she was beyond shock, but realized she had been mistaken. Her head was spinning and she felt dizzy. She experienced the same sensation of unreality as when that letter arrived six weeks ago, but for a very different reason. As she had after absorbing that letter she sat down hard. On a beautiful sand beach this time, not a decrepit sofa. Susan plunked down beside her, and for several minutes neither spoke.

Joyce looked at Susan, saying nothing for a moment, and then spoke: "You have obviously known about this for at least six weeks – what do you make of it? And what do you propose, if anything?"

"Well, I think it's fucking weird, what do you think! But I can't find anything bad about it either, other than the usual societal taboos, which already damn me all to hell, so I don't lose any sleep over those. This one I do a little bit, though – lose sleep over, I mean, because I'm afraid there might be good reasons for it besides the obvious inbreeding one.

"But to hear the girl describe her desire, well, it kind of makes sense – you are beautiful, sexy, and as good as Kara says you are. I mean, heck, I don't blame her! But then, you're not my mom. I hadn't reached puberty yet when my mom was killed in a car wreck, so I really have no personal frame of reference.

"As for what I propose, well, I have an idea, but I won't put it in the form of a proposal. I'll just tell you the idea, and you be the judge.

"My idea is that I seduce you and fuck you, Joyce. With Kara there. In bed with us. And I probably fuck her, too, at the same time. It's crazy. It's sick. But here we are, on a deserted tropical island, so what the hell. Like they say, 'what happens here, stays here.' 

"Maybe when faced with the reality Kara will change her mind. Maybe she won't, and you will end up having sex together. I have to admit, I'm pretty sure it's considered wrong for good reasons, rather than the usual dumb ones, but the idea does titillate me. It's the ultimate 'forbidden fruit,' you know? But – well, I'll just leave it at that." 

Joyce said nothing for a long time. Little wavelets lapped against the shore. Gulls screeched over the reef, and tropical birds made noises in the palms.

"I can't believe I'm not demanding that you call that airplane back or whatever you do to get out of here, but – I'll think about it." Joyce finally said. She was silent again, looking down at the sand, and then turned and looked Susan in the eyes for a full minute, weighing, and judging.

"You have my permission to try to 'seduce' me Susan. You will probably succeed, but there is no guarantee. If you do, I have no idea what will happen if things develop as you suggest. I can't imagine having sex with my daughter under any circumstances, though. Let's get back – Kara is probably wondering where we are. Hell, she might think you've already seduced me." 

Joyce got up and started walking. Susan followed a minute later, and in just a few minutes came around the curve of the small island to see Joyce and Kara standing by the water, Joyce with her arm around the girl protectively, Kara again wearing her pareia "Tahitian style," with her darling small breasts exposed. Susan stopped out of sight and admired the pair, a little jealous for the deep love the two obviously shared.

Other than one more swim the women undertook no further strenuous activities that afternoon. The evening went as Susan had predicted, a cocktail on the patio, then dinner, which was grilled steaks, baked potatoes, and frozen spinach. After dinner she proposed that they watch a movie on the VCR and TV stored in a recessed cabinet. Susan selected the film, a corny feel-good romantic comedy from the 1990s.

The three sat close together on the couch in front of the TV, which was basic and small. Home entertainment was not a prominent feature of island life. When the movie ended the screen went blank, and they chatted about what they liked in the movie, and didn't like – the usual stuff. Then, the TV came to life again - but what was on it did not come out of Hollywood.

Conversation froze as Kara and her mother registered what was on the screen. Susan already knew – she had planned this.

It was a "girls kissing" video produced by Jinna and Lez! Productions. Not sex, but two very pretty young girls, with clothes on even, just kissing. Passionate, lip-on-lip kissing. The girls' arms were around each other, and they alternated kissing each other's lips, then kissing each other's faces, necks and ears. Followed by more lip kissing. It was very sensual, and yet - sweet.

There was silence as the three watched. Kara was embarrassed, but excited, too – she suspected this was part of some clever gambit planned by Susan. Joyce also was embarrassed, but – interested, also. She had to admit she found the video charming – and erotic! She too suspected that Susan had something up her sleeve.

Susan liked the film too, of course. She let it run for about five minutes before saying with outrageous insincerity, "Oops," and turning it off. The other two played their parts of being embarrassed but otherwise clueless. Well, neither Joyce nor Kara had to fake the embarrassment.

Then the awkward moment passed – the deliberately manufactured awkward moment - and once again Susan helped convert the couches into comfortable bedsteads. Both Joyce and Kara were a little surprised that the young woman did not follow up on this little play, but both trusted that she knew what she was doing.

The next morning was a repeat of the first – except there was no pre-dawn sex in Susan's bed. Kara came to her as the previous morning, but instead of inviting her in Susan sat up, put her arm around the girl, and carried on whispered conversation.

"Kara, do you trust me?" 

"Of course, Susan."

"Good. I know you do. Well, be patient. I don't know exactly what's going to happen, but I think something good will. But in the meantime we can't have sex because it's – rude. Do you know what I mean?"

Kara thought she did, and though disappointed, she nodded. Susan kissed the girl on the lips – thoroughly and sensually, in the style of the "girls kissing" video, and then whispered a final, "Be patient – now go!" Well-kissed, and excited at the promise in Susan's words, Kara went, back to her couch, and to sleep.

Two hours later the three women sat around the table, the older ones sipping coffee, Kara happily crunching sugar bombs. She was again dressed in her darling topless Tahitian costume, tiny breasts exposed. Joyce and Susan wore their pareias in the westernized mode – Joyce out of modesty and Susan out of politeness to her guest.

Chapter 7 – Mom's seduction.

Following a continental breakfast Joyce retired to the bathroom suite to select a bathing suit. Then, recalling how she had felt like a prude and an odd-girl-out while Susan and her daughter swam and lounged in the buff, and considering how much nicer it would be to not have to wear the clammy, salt-encrusted garment on the deserted beach, she thought, "The heck with it," and closed the drawer, contents untouched.

Shortly afterwards all three were setting out their chaise lounges in the tropical sun, each still wearing their pareia, or in Kara's case her "half-pareia." One of the "travel instructions" Joyce had received had been to get a tan in advance. The note had actually included coupons good at a nearby tanning salon.

She and Kara followed this instruction, and it was a good thing, or else after the previous day in the tropical sun they would both have been burn ward cases. But it still was prudent to use sunscreen as much as possible. All three women had applied this several times the previous day, helping with each other's backs.

Susan and Kara dropped their wraps, and of course had nothing on underneath. Joyce was still self conscious about doing the same, so she fussed around setting up while the others oiled up with sun lotion. They were settling in when she ran out of delaying tactics, and finally dropped her own garment. Noting her mother's choice to go suit-less Kara said, "Yay, mom!" 

Susan's eyebrows rose at the sight, partly out of suspicion that this might be related to Joyce's having given "permission" to be the subject of an attempted seduction. And partly out of, well, lusty enjoyment of the view! She had briefly seen Joyce naked in the shower, but now appreciated the opportunity to give the woman's charms a healthy ogle.

And they were something to ogle at! One byproduct of Joyce's hard life was that she never had the opportunity to put on weight or lose the muscle tone of youth. Despite their size her large breasts were still firm, and while wide and womanly there was no extra fat on her hips, thighs or butt. Joyce's sex was covered by a moderately thick bush that was the same lovely chestnut color as her beautiful long hair.

Joyce had worn a two-piece bathing suit in the tanning salon, so her "naughty bits" did not have the protective tan of the rest. Susan had noted this before, but now out in the sun it was significant. And significant in another way, also: Susan realized after their conversation that the sexual activities she had outlined to Joyce must not be delayed, or the resulting tension would spoil the atmosphere of the vacation.

She was determined to go for the kill at the first opportunity, and this looked like a good one. The "girls kissing" video the night before was just a teaser – they were all tired then. But now they were fresh.

"Oh my, Joyce, you're going to have to be extra careful of the sun," Susan said. "Here, let me help." Susan stood as she said this, and picked up the bottle of sun screen. Seeing her intention Joyce turned around to expose her naked back, and Susan began working the cream into the woman's shoulders.

"Gosh, you're all tense. Here, let me try to work out some of these knots while I'm at it." With that Susan began giving the woman an skillful shoulder massage. Very skillful, because given her chosen sexual lifestyle Susan had made herself well practiced in all the sensual arts.

Joyce groaned in appreciation. "God, Susan, you are good at that," she said. Susan promised herself that at some other time she would give Joyce the full relaxing massage treatment from head to toe. Not now, though – she had a different treatment in mind. She worked the shoulders for a few more minutes, and then resumed the application of sun screen to Joyce's back, rubbing the lotion in thoroughly.

She moved lower, smoothing the lotion onto the woman's white rear end. Joyce could have done this part herself, but said nothing, and remained passive. Both women were standing, and Susan bent over to rub lotion into the back of Joyce's thighs, and her calves, massaging as much as applying, all the way down, and all the way back up.

Susan took more lotion and reached between those thighs, rubbing it softly onto their inner surfaces, starting just above the knees, and working up.

Somewhere on the way up Susan and Joyce turned a corner, and both knew it. So did darling little naked Kara. She had been happy to see her mom join the "clothing optional" club, but now her eyes grew wide as they took in the blatant almost-sexual activity underway between her lesbian lover and her mother.

Susan's hands arrived at the top of Joyce's inner thighs. She stopped rubbing and began to caress softly, but only for a moment. Then she withdrew her hands and put more lotion on them. She lifted one of Joyce's arms and sensuously applied the cream to its entire surface, saving the sensitive crook and underside of the forearm for last. As with the soft flesh of Joyce's inner thighs these parts received more of a caress than an application.




Taboo! Lesbian Teen's Mom-Lust



She repeated this on the other arm. Then, after taking more lotion, Susan stepped forward so that her own breasts were pressing against Joyce's back, and reached under the woman's arms to the top of her chest, slowly applying the product to every inch from the neck down, but not touching the breasts – yet.

Susan skirted them and applied the lotion to the attractive mother's firm abdomen, right to the top of her pubic hairs. She withdrew her hands again, took more lotion, and then reached down to apply it to Joyce's hips and upper thighs, as far as she could reach without breaking the contact of her breasts pressing into the woman's back.

Had anyone been watching – no one was on private island – up until this point he or she would have been treated to a wholly delectable scene of three lovely women being slightly naughty: model-perfect 28-year-old Susan; voluptuous, mature 36-year-old Joyce; and Joyce's tiny, darling 18-year-old daughter Kara, all naked in the sun.

The primary "naughtiness" was Susan's unquestionably lascivious application of slippery lotion to almost every inch of Joyce's nude body, pressing her ample breasts into the other's back, and her soft light-brown haired muff into the older woman's butt. The secondary "naughtiness" was the fact that the naked young daughter was watching, her mouth agape. But nothing so far had completely crossed over the line of what would be accepted in proper, "straight" society.

That was about to change. Finished with Joyce's thighs, Susan took one final helping of lotion into her hands, and again reached under Joyce's arms. She placed her hands on the woman's chest, and began rubbing the lotion in, moving slowly lower, to the tops of Joyce's breasts. Susan spoke as she did so:

"You don't want me to stop, do you Joyce?" Joyce was taken aback at having to reveal her shameful appreciation of Susan's touch so explicitly, especially in front of her daughter, who she could not see, but knew was watching. Had she and Susan been alone in the same setting Joyce had no doubt that she would have completely surrendered to the marvelous sensuality without a second thought.

The fact that Kara was present, and that all of this was happening as a direct result of the girl's expressed desire to make sexual love to her own mother, transformed the experience into one that had a certain out-of-body character. Joyce could not quite believe it was really happening, and didn't quite recognize her own voice when it answered:

"No, Susan . . . " 

"You are aware that I am your daughter's lesbian lover, aren't you Joyce?"

"You know I am Susan." 

"Did you enjoy the 'girls kissing' video, Joyce?" 

"Yes, Susan."

"Would you like me to kiss you like that, Joyce?"

There was silence for a moment, and then very softly Joyce said, "Yes, Susan."

As she pursued this relentless line of questioning Susan's hands had been busy, covering more and more of Joyce's heavy breasts with the slippery lotion. She had not yet touched the nipples, though. Susan now turned her eyes, and her questions, to the daughter of the woman whose naked breasts she was fondling: 

"Kara, would it bother you if I kissed your mother like the girls in that video?" The teenager answered with enthusiasm:

"Oh no, Susan." 

"Would it bother you if I made love to your mother, the same way that I make love to you, dear?" 

"Oh no, Susan – I want you to! I want you to give my mother the same wonderful experiences that you have given me." 

At the first words of the girl's positive response to the second question Susan's slippery hands slid over Joyce's nipples, pleasuring them with the lubricious contact, fondling and tweaking the sensitive nubs. Joyce moaned, partly in pleasure at the touch – sparks of sexual energy were racing from her now fully-erect nipples to her clitoris and to a point deep within her lower abdomen – and partly in shame, that her sweet daughter had been so implicated in such illicit sexual bargaining.

Susan was merciless, though, turning back to Joyce with her final question. As she asked it she dropped one hand to the woman's sex, snaking it provocatively over her stomach, through her pubic hairs, and right onto the slit below, her middle finger sliding softly over her clit and firmly between her lips, poking lightly at the opening of her vaginal tunnel, and then back up to the clit for little rub, then down again, repeatedly. Joyce moaned more loudly, but gasped when she heard Susan's words.

"Joyce, you won't object if Kara watches me make love to you, will you?" The woman was speechless, but Susan was relentless as she continued to fondle the other's sex. She spoke again, softly: "Would you, Joyce?" 

Still unable to speak, Joyce finally gave an almost imperceptible shake of head, the surrealism of the moment becoming even stronger. Susan kept stroking Joyce's vulva with one hand. The other had never stopped stimulating a nipple. Despite her shame and the unreality of it all Joyce gasped at the touches, and more low moans issued forth from deep within her.

Then Susan turned Joyce's passive body until they were face-to-face, never pulling her own body away as she did so, which meant that two pairs of generously ample breasts now pressed together, both pairs slightly oily with sunscreen.

The hand fondling Joyce's sex had necessarily been removed during this evolution, but now it was back, and that wasn't all – Susan lightly pressed her mouth against the other's, and kissed her, softly but passionately, just like in the video, gently sucking on Joyce's lower lip, then her upper one, then smearing wetted lips together, then backing off until two mouths were just a fraction of a millimeter apart, and the two women caressed each other's lips with each other's warm breath.

Then Susan kissed the sensitive flesh immediately adjacent to Joyce's lips, encircling those lips with kisses, before moving to the woman's jaw line, working back to the exquisitely sensitive skin at the juncture of jaw and neck, just below the ear. And behind the ear. And then back to the other's lips.

Susan was a really good kisser. Now she gave Joyce all the benefit of her skill. Her technique was like that video, except Susan was better. And – in the video the girls were clothed, and there was no sexual contact. Susan and Joyce were naked, rubbing their breasts and nipples together.

And also – Susan continued to manipulate Joyce's sex. She was really good at that, too. Every woman liked to be touched differently down there, and Susan was almost empathic in her ability to sense what the female she fondled wanted in that regard. Within a minute of first touching Joyce she had picked up those preferences, and then catered to them, but with embellishments that made her touches even more stimulating than the other had imagined possible.

Joyce never completely lost consciousness of the circumstances, that her daughter was watching every move. If she looked she could see Kara sitting on the edge of the chaise lounge, her eyes wide, and – one hand between her legs, fondling her own young sex in sympathetic arousal! Joyce did look a few times, and was even more ashamed that the sight added to her own arousal.

The arousal and shame were all mixed up as her daughter's incredibly skillful lesbian lover turned her into a quivering mass of aching lust, with a bottomless well of need for more. Susan sensed that this point had arrived, and that a necessary break in the action could occur without any risk of derailing the train of wanton desire now driving toward its destination. She disengaged from Joyce's lips and slit, and took the other's hand in one of her own.

Chapter 8 –- Rain falls on Joyce's desert

"Come, Joyce," Susan said softly, drawing the dazed woman toward the path and the hut. She held out her other hand and said to the daughter, "Come, Kara." Kara took the proffered hand, and the three naked females walked wordlessly back to the hut.

None of them had showered in the morning, expecting to be in the ocean shortly, and all were covered in the slightly greasy sun screen. Susan wanted all of them to be fresh and clean for what was to come, so rather than going right into the hut she led them around to the outside showers. She turned one on, adjusted the temperature, and stepped under it, gently pulling Joyce in with her. She took her teen lover's mother into her arms and began kissing again.

The warm water flowed over their nude bodies, making them slippery, and Susan deliberately and provocatively gyrated her flesh against the other's as she kissed, her hands wandering to stroke the woman's buttocks and thighs, back and shoulders. Susan broke the kiss and reached for a bottle of liquid soap, squirting a liberal amount into her hands, and then reversing the process she had initiated by applying sun lotion to Joyce's mature but still firm and soft flesh.

She made cleaning the lotion off just as sensual as putting it on had been, soaping Joyce's entire body outside of the watery stream, and her own, then using body-to-body contact to provide the "agitation" that made the cleansing substance effective.

Agitation indeed! Despite her apparent sang froid Susan was getting plenty agitated, in the best possible way. She was still full of uncertainty about the potential incest angle – that was the one area her probing questions had avoided - but there was no uncertainty at all about the fact that Joyce was an incredible attractive and desirable woman, or that Susan fully desired her in every way! 

Incest aside, having the woman's darling, naked young daughter present and watching every touch, listening to every gasp and moan, added an awesomely erotic spice to the encounter. A spice that was heightened by the fact that the darling daughter was her own sometimes-sex mate! Susan was not in nearly the daze that Joyce was, but her blood was certainly pounding.

Susan turned Joyce's body so that her breasts again pressed into the woman's back and her muff against the other's buns, except this time the flesh of both was covered in slippery soap bubbles. She washed Joyce's back with her breasts, and the woman's soapy butt with her pelvis. She pushed a soapy hand deeply into the crease between those lovely, still-firm ass cheeks, and gave a little poke at the woman's anus, which made Joyce jump a bit.

Then Susan reached forward between the woman's voluptuous thighs and cupped Joyce's mound, again sliding her middle finger up-and-down between the labia. Joyce shivered at the contact.

Kara eyes were as wide as they had been from the start, and did not miss a single move. Without removing her gaze from her own naked mother being fondled and kissed by her own naked lesbian lover she turned on the other shower head and soaped up her own body – giving plenty of extra attention to delicate, pink, and thoroughly aroused 18-year-old pudenda. Especially her clit – Kara was unabashedly masturbating as she watched the incredibly erotic scene.

Like Susan, Kara's hormones were raging. But there was more – there was a deeply satisfying and touching emotional aspect of the experience for the girl. After all, this began when she told Susan she was in love with her mother – and wanted to express that love sexually.

She wasn't quite getting that wish, and wasn't sure if she would, or should, but this was almost as good. In one way it was better: Having been the object of Susan's sexual attentions Kara knew just how amazingly skillful the woman really was – far more than she herself was, or probably ever would be. Seeing the mother she loved so much benefiting from that skill made Kara very happy.

This describes what the girl felt but her conscious thoughts were more along the lines of: "Wow, is this sexy, I can't believe how turned on this is making me, I can't wait until I can feel Susan's tongue on my clit, but I'm happy to wait as long as I have to knowing that her tongue will soon be on my mom's clit. Wow, is this sexy . . ." And so on! 

Susan judged that they had derived as much from shower sex as it had to offer for now, and after making sure all the soap was rinsed from her and Joyce's bodies she turned off the water. She made brief eye contact with Kara under her own shower, still languorously fingering her own clit as she watched her mother get seduced by her lesbian lover, and gave the girl a wink.

There was a delayed reaction before the communication sank in and the girl's face lit up like a beacon of sexually aroused joy. Susan wanted to laugh and give her a hug, but she forced herself to focus on the main event. Which was of course driving the sprightly teen's beautiful mother up an Everest of stratospherically high lesbian eroticism, and off a cliff of bottomless orgasmic bliss.

Susan took a towel and lovingly dried Joyce's flesh, patting every square inch gently and thoroughly, not excluding all the "naughty bits," which she was careful not to irritate with any rough rubbing. She was determined to let Joyce taste every course in the sensual feast underway. Susan dried herself more quickly, and then took a fresh towel to remove excess wetness from Joyce's hair by gently squeezing handfuls of the lovely chestnut locks between towel-covered fingers. She faced Joyce while doing so, and pressed their breasts together. She didn't worry about drying the hair completely – in the warm tropical humidity it was not necessary, but did take an extra moment to give it and her own hair a quick but gentle brush so that they wouldn't have tangled messes when it did dry. Plus having one's hair gently brushed by another was yet another sensual treat.

And then it was time. Kara had dried herself and taken care of her own short blonde hair – meaning she ran a quick comb through to settle it against her head. Nude Susan again took nude mother and nude daughter each by their hand, and led them to her bed. Kara's role in this drama was to be a passive observer – well, not completely passive given the shameless clitty-rubbing! – but the role was no less significant for its lack of active interaction with the other characters.

Susan had the lead action role, and Joyce the only real speaking part. Except that few of her lines would be words from the English language or any other. More like moans, sighs, gasps, whimpers and possibly orgasmic screams. Actually, Susan had no idea if Joyce was the type of woman who cums loudly or quietly, but confident in her own skill, she was certain that soon she would know.

Susan placed herself in the middle of the bed, with the mother on one side, and the daughter on the other. The incest thing was all very titillating, but this was purely for Joyce, and for now she did not want the woman distracted by the prospect of that guilt-generating taboo.

Joyce was still in that dazed state, except the unreality of the situation had become suffused in a sensuous fog. She ordinarily was not a passive person, but had become one now, because her mind was providing no cues about what to do. Helplessly she was drawn by Susan down an erotic path. Her body was giving cues, and they all pointed in that same direction, not surprising given that it was totally in the power of this beautiful young woman.

Who now kissed her again with those girl-soft lips. Susan's kisses were the quintessence of sensuality, and Joyce retained just enough presence of mind to appreciate that fact, and savor it.

Susan's hands went wandering, stroking Joyce's neck, her ears, the insides of her arms, her breasts and inner thighs - lightly, softly, slowly. Susan understood the sensual fog sensation that had enveloped the other. She loved the times when she herself could enter that state, and wanted to give Joyce as much of that experience as she could.

Which was a lot, because Susan Smith was both a connoisseur and a maestro of female sexuality, who had studied hard and perfected techniques complimentary to her chosen sexual lifestyle. She was an accomplished epicure of lesbian love.

The kissing and soft touching went on for a long, long time. Joyce soaked it up like a desert absorbs rain, having been deprived for so long of any touch but her own. Susan was not surprised. In fact she had counted on this when beginning to so boldly began to touch Joyce in a manner that went beyond the basic application of sun screen to hard-to-reach places, confident the woman would not be able to say no.

But eventually she sensed through little unconscious signals that the desert was beginning to bloom – with aching lust. Things like the slight thrust of the woman's hips when a hand drew near to her sex, or softly pressing a breast into the hand that lightly caressed it.

Susan shifted to a higher gear, her touches becomes less sensual and more sexual: Light breast caresses became straightforward nipple tweaking; soft stroking of inner thighs continued, but was joined by a hand pausing to massage the chestnut hair-covered pubic mound; soft lip kisses became more insistent tongue invasions, which Joyce eagerly met, and returned with her own forays into Susan's mouth.

Susan knew it was time to up-shift again – to top gear. Her lips left Joyce's mouth and began a slow and roundabout journey southwards. They started by moving in the opposite direction, to the sensitive skin behind first one ear, then round to the other, touching base at Joyce's eager lips for a quick "au revoir" kiss on the way.

Her lips made their way languorously around the woman's neck, and across the top of her chest. She lifted one of Joyce's arms and kissed her way up the ticklish skin on the side of the other's torso, right into the armpit, which received full loving homage in the form of soft, wet kisses.

Susan repeated this on the other side, and then it was on to the breasts and nipples, teasing for just the briefest moment before taking the latter between her lips and her teeth. She sucked and licked and tweaked the nubs rapidly back-and-forth with her stiffened tongue, while simultaneously pincering the delicate pink areolae between stiffened lips. Susan did not forbear to nibble and sometimes even bite painfully, knowing that the minor discomfort would only further arouse a mature woman like Joyce.

Her southward journey then continued, quickening as the aroma of the moist jungle that was its destination came into range. As her lips approached their goal she slid her body down the bed, climbing over one of Joyce's parted thighs, and then lowering herself into her chosen position in life: Prone between the thighs of an aroused woman, her mouth poised to lower itself onto the other's sex. Onto an aroused woman's cunt.

Susan spent just the briefest time with the usual preliminaries – little kitten licks to the delicate inner thighs, and the creases between thighs and the actual mons itself. She looked up and saw that Joyce's head was thrown back, her neck tilted, eyes closed, one arm across her forehead. It was an attitude of absolute abandonment to the sensual – now sexual – fog that had swallowed her.

Susan felt a wave of satisfaction and joy: Just as she derived great pleasure from rewarding Joyce's virtue in material ways, she also loved being able to reward it in this physical way, and the woman's abandonment to passion was the sign of success. Not to mention the fact that making love to a voluptuously attractive woman like Joyce was its own reward!

Susan guessed that Joyce had even forgotten the presence of her naked teen daughter on the bed just inches away. She glanced at Kara, too, and saw that the girl's wanton gaping during the early stages of this seduction had been replaced by a slightly intimidated expression. "The poor dear – she's never witnessed the intense passion of a fully aroused, mature woman," Susan thought.

Her sex sessions with Kara were hot and playfully exuberant, well punctuated by dozens of satisfying orgasms, but not emotionally supercharged in the way that this moment was for Joyce.




Taboo! Lesbian Teen's Mom-Lust



Susan of course had not been present when Joyce received the letter advising her of that life changing gift, but she had heard the moment described from Kara's point of view, via "Mrs. Higgins," and could well imagine the emotional dam that had broken. What was happening now as the woman's long intimacy-deprivation was just as decisively ended was not quite that profound, but was of a similar quality.

Susan's fingers were busy as she surveyed this physical and emotional field, lightly stroking Joyce's labia, slippery with the moisture of arousal. She added to that moisture by dipping a finger shallowly into the dripping vagina, scooping the oozing juice and spreading it over the rest of the woman's sex.

Then she cast aside all other thoughts and focused on the happy task at hand. Which of course was to use her tongue and lips and fingers to drive Joyce to the most mind-blowing orgasm the woman had ever experienced. Susan went to work. 

She began by drawing her tongue slowly from the very bottom, the perineum below Joyce's vagina, to the very top, the clitty button already peaking out from its hood, waggling it from side-to-side as she went. A loud, melodious moan issued from the woman's lips at this. "Worked once," Susan thought . . .

She dropped back down and repeated the long lick, getting the same reaction. "OK, one more time." This time Joyce met the caress with a slight hip thrust, communicating that she had received all that this particular play had to offer for the moment. "Right, then," Susan thought, "No more fooling around."

She focused then on the woman's clit, stabbing at it lightly and rapidly with an un-stiff tongue. This brought on another one of those almost musical vocalizations from Joyce. Susan registered this, but she was concentrating on her task in earnest now.

Having ramped up the clitoris's state of arousal, she knew it would now accept more rigorous treatment, which she applied by slavering the top of her tongue up-and-down across the ultra-sensitive bud. At the same time she repeatedly poked one finger into Joyce's vagina, teasingly shallow at first, but penetrating a little deeper with each inward thrust.

When half the length of her index finger was disappearing at each plunge she added a second digit, but did not go deeper until it became fully wet and lubricated. Her tempo slowed as she pushed the fingers deeper, so that by the time they had sunk to their both were sliding in-and-out at the steady pace of an athlete's rested pulse. She would gradually increase this tempo to match Joyce's anything-but-rested pulse - but that was yet to come.

Susan poured on the clitoral stimulation, except for intermittent excursions to the other parts of Joyce's sex, so as to give the sexual epicenter brief respites: She sucked and lightly nibbled on the woman's full labia, for instance, or waggled them sideways with her tongue.

Each time Susan returned to the clit after one of these side trips her attack was a little more forceful, ramping up the intensity as Joyce's arousal increased. Now she sucked the delicate nubbin and the flesh surrounding it rapidly in-and-out of her mouth, sliding it deliberately over inner surfaces of her pursed lips with each pass.

Joyce had been the passive recipient of the sensual kissing and touching, but she was anything but passive now. Those melodious moans had become a full throated aria, interjected by sibilant gasps and plaintive whimpers.

Her body was writhing. She would curl forward at one moment, taking Susan's head between her hands and pulling it more tightly against her sex, and then throw herself back almost violently, back arching, when some combination of actions to her clit and tunnel generated a sympathetic vibration that set her entire being thrumming. As Susan upped the pace of her cunnilingual stimulation, this cycle of writhing accelerated apace.

Joyce was getting close, and the accomplished lesbian between her legs had no intention of making her wait. One of the well-practiced proficiencies that Susan demonstrated without its beneficiary's conscious awareness was the ability to simultaneously work her fingers and her mouth with equal virtuosity.

This meant that as she licked and tongued, those two digits plunging steadily in-and-out of Joyce's vagina not only didn't stop, they performed slight variations on the theme, which prevented the tunnel from becoming desensitized to the stimulation, or irritated by it.

Susan would curl her fingers in slightly different ways, or rock them across each other from side to side on alternate strokes, or pause a quarter-measure at their full depth, then give a firm little thrust even deeper, spreading the vaginal opening wide as her full hand tried to penetrate where no space existed.

And all the time the tempo of these attentions increased imperceptibly, but in perfect time with Joyce's state of arousal. One who is musically inclined would describe this as advancing from lento or "slow" at the beginning, to andante or a "walking beat" somewhat further on. The tempo now approached allegro or "fast" as the crescendo of the movement drew near.

Joyce's thrashing on the bed rose to such intensity that Susan feared she might pull a muscle or something – but the risk was worth the reward! The "aria" had risen through mezzo piano or "medium soft" to mezzo forte or "medium loud" and now approached fortissimo or "very loud." The conductor of this opera determined that the moment to bring the production to its tumultuous conclusion had arrived.

Joyce was right on the precipice, and Susan knew it would take only the slightest extra push to drive her over. She provided this by simultaneously sucking the woman's clit and surrounding flesh into her mouth, rapidly swiping the soft bottom-side of her tongue from side-to-side across the screaming organ, and shaking her head almost violently from side to side.

At just the right moment, for just a few strokes, Susan also increased the pace of the fingers driving into Joyce's tunnel to a prestissimo tempo, or "very, very fast." 

And that was it – the musicality left Joyce's voice, and she all but screamed as the first waves of a mind-numbingly intense orgasm crashed outwards from clitoris and vagina to pound through her entire body. The purposeful nature of her thrashing ended, and instead her body shook spasmodically, like an inert object rocked by a series of powerful tremors coming from a source deep within. Her scream fell off to a sustained, open-mouthed groan of release, back at the forte or "loud" level.

As soon as the first explosive waves passed Susan dramatically slowed the tempo of her plunging fingers - but did not stop sliding them deep into the woman's vagina as the storm proceeded. She backed off the intensity of clitoral stimulation to a similar degree, prepared to stop it altogether when Joyce reached that point where further contact became excruciating rather than pleasurable.

Susan kept waiting for the orgasm to run its course. While diminishing greatly in their intensity, minor spasms continued to rock the woman's frame. But then, rather than coming to that point where she might be expected to pull away from the contact, Joyce began ramping up again! 

"Ah, one of those! Not surprising given the long drought . . ." Susan thought. So rather than stopping it she very gradually upped the intensity of her clitoral stimulation as she sensed the delicate bud's ability to accept more.

In contrast she actually slowed the finger thrusts almost to a stop – Susan knew, from rare but happy experience, that this next orgasm would be all about clit. She had to walk a fine line in the level of stimulation, because the throbbing nubbin was now fully exposed, and at its maximum sensitivity.

In just a few minutes Joyce again walked along the edge of that chasm of bliss. Susan did not try to push this time. Instead she just gave a steady but generous amount of stimulation, using the same underside-of-tongue-side-to-side action on the inflamed clit, but softly and without the suction and head shaking. Joyce was in control now, and Susan let her relish it.

The mature woman "walked along" the edge of that cliff for full minute, balancing precariously, before releasing all self restraint and letting herself fall over.

This second orgasm was much less intense, but possibly more pleasurable because of that. Joyce was in control, and thus able to savor each wave of pleasure and it washed away her sexual tension.

And then - it was over. Joyce fell back on the bed, all but insensible. Susan stayed where she was for the time being, letting her head drop, breathing deep the aroma of satisfied female lust, and the relishing the contentment of having been the cause of that swoon.

Chapter 9 – Joyce pays tribute

This tableau held for several minutes, and then Susan remembered the third player in the drama. "Kara!" her mind erupted. Susan looked up, and sure enough girl sat cross legged on the bed, looking down at her mother with a worried, frightened expression on her pretty young face. Susan rapidly uncoiled from her prone position and clambered up to put an arm around the trembling teen.

"It's alright, sweetie," she whispered. "In fact it's more than all right – it's wonderful. Don't be frightened, you'll see." Susan didn't try to explain further right now. She just squeezed Kara close, and stroked her hair for a moment. Then she held her finger to pursed lips in a "shhhh" sign, and taking the girl by the hand, carefully climbed off the bed.

Susan walked around to where the sheet had fallen, and drew the fabric over Joyce's recumbent frame. She fluffed up a pillow, lifted Joyce's head, and placed it beneath. Kara's mom slid into a fetal position, and Susan leaned over to tenderly tuck the sheet around her, as she would a drowsy child dropping off to sleep. She gave a soft kiss to the woman's cheek and stroked back her hair.

Susan padded back to where Kara was still standing, took the naked girl by the hand, and quietly led her out of the hut. She said nothing, but just kept walking with her young lover down the path to the beach.

When they reached the water's edge Susan stopped, and folded the frightened teen in her arms, hugging her close. Kara returned the hug, squeezing the young woman tightly, while Susan stroked her hair. Finally Kara collected herself enough to speak:

"Is she alright, Susan? I wanted my mom to have pleasure, but I didn't expect it to be like that." By which she meant the soaringly intense passion, which had been frightening to one so young and relatively inexperienced.

"She's more than alright, sweetie. She's wonderful, but momentarily overwhelmed." Susan paused, and collected her thoughts. Then said, "Do you remember the day your mom got that letter containing her gift? She realized that a deep, dark valley of struggle and pain was behind her, and her life suddenly had come upon a broad, sunlit upland."

"I'll never forget it Susan – it was the happiest day of my life," Kara answered.

"Tell me Kara, did your mom laugh and say 'Yippee' when she got that letter?" 

"You must know, Susan – I told 'Mrs. Higgins' and she must have told you. No, when I came in my mom had already read the letter, and she was weeping bitterly. I was scared to death – I thought something terrible had happened." 

"But it hadn't, had it sweetie?"

"Of course not – is was the most wonderful thing in the world – Oh!" The lightbulb clicked in Kara's head. "You mean, what just happened was also incredibly wonderful – too wonderful, almost, all at once, like." 

"Bright girl, Kara," Susan said gently. Both were quiet for a minute, thinking about what it must be like for Joy. But the next words Susan spoke deliberately had a much lighter tone: 

"Kara - You're a 'horny chick who likes to fuck,' aren't you?" Susan deliberately used the lewd terminology to shake the mood into one more appropriate for the happy event. Kara was startled for a second by the words and the change of pace, but then smiled brightly.

"Likes to fuck you, Susan. I'm a horny chick who likes to fuck you." 

Susan smiled back. "And I like to fuck you too, dear." Kara giggled, and the naked lovers entered a brief hug, cheek to cheek. Susan gave the girl a quick peck on the lips.

"Well, your mom's a 'horny chick who likes to fuck' also – except her life's challenges and toil have been so great that it's been a long, long time since she's been able to. Your mom has been starving for intimacy – and today she got a massive feast. It's wonderful Kara, like you said, almost too wonderful all at once." 

Kara fully got it now. "Oh, thank you, Susan," she cried out explosively. She leaped into the other's arms and unleashed a barrage of kisses onto her face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Each pair of words was separated by kisses. Susan laughed. She understood – Kara was thanking her not for the explanation, but for breaking her mother's famine with the incredible sexual feast she had just provided.

"Oh, you are so welcome sweetie, and your mother is so welcome," Susan answered happily. "Believe me – the pleasure was mine equally." Which was almost true. True in the sense that, like the material, financial gifts she gave to Joyce and her daughter, the "giving" gave Susan pleasure. Buy - it did not change her life. For the recipients of such gifts, well . . . Sunlit uplands indeed.

Susan and Kara swam then, and went for a walk on the beach, holding hands, not saying much, just sharing their happiness. The sun was getting low before they headed up the path to the luxury grass shack on the beach. Both were famished – all they had eaten all day was a bagel for Susan and two bowls of sugar-coated sweetness bombs for Kara.

Entering the structure they were greeted by the smell of savory chicken stew simmering in a pot on the stovetop, and biscuits baking in the oven. Joyce was wearing a pareia, and was bustling around the kitchen. "Hi, sweetie! Hi, Susan!" she called out brightly. They returned the greeting happily. Both were relieved to see that Joyce had recovered so completely.

Of course Susan realized that the chipper "Suzie Homemaker" routine was partially an act for Kara's benefit, and also partially Joyce's own way of coping with what had happened.

And that was fine, because she knew that what had happened was part of Joyce's journey onto those "sunlit uplands." The transition from the fetid valley of struggle was no doubt disorienting, and dazzling, so whatever helped her through it was all to the good.

Besides – the food smelled great. Susan's stomach growled and her mouth started to water as soon as she and Kara came through the door.

"Why don't you two shower quick, and then we'll have a glass of wine before we eat – this is going to be at least 20 more minutes." Susan saw an open bottle on the table - Joyce had got a head start.

"Ah, a more conventional 'coping mechanism'," she thought, glad that the woman had the "coping process" well in hand. She said nothing, though, just assented with a wave and a smile, and drew Kara back out the door to the outside showers.

Not knowing whether Joyce was still abed they had not wanted to make any noise by using the facilities at first. Now they quickly did so and put on their own pareias before rejoining the mother.

Kara of course donned hers in the traditional manner, tiny breasts exposed. She placed a flower in her hair to complete the ensemble. Susan decided to join the girl in the fashion, even though doing so was on the borderline of tastefulness, given the much larger size of her own breasts. She also put a flower in her hair.

Joyce laughed good-naturedly when she saw them. "Um, it's chicken stew and biscuits, girls – not the roast suckling pig and poi of a luau – but you look charming, anyway." Susan also chuckled, getting the joke.

"I'm afraid the fashion doesn't suit me nearly as well as Kara," she said, pointing to her bosom in a gesture that suggested droopiness.

Joyce regarded the perfect breasts with frank admiration, and said with just a trace of humor in her voice, "Oh, I think it suits you just fine, Susan. More than fine – the natives at the luau would get very restless at how gorgeous you look." Notwithstanding the levity of words, the tone made clear that she meant the compliment sincerely.

Susan actually blushed. "Thank you, Joyce. And thank you for making dinner! My knees are weak I'm so hungry."

Joyce poured a glass of wine for each of the others, and lifted her own in a silent toast. She looked Susan right in the eyes as she did so, and held the gaze until the young woman lifted her own glass.

Joyce dipped her head for just an instant, and her eyes. She raised both again quickly, and returned that steady gaze to Susan, while inclining her glass just a millimeter in the other's direction. The gesture was an acknowledgment of all that Susan had done for her, a "thank you," and a "salute" of respect all wrapped in one. It was heartbreaking in its eloquence.

Susan felt a tear well in her eye, and tilted her own glass in acceptance.

They all sipped the refreshing beverage. Kara sensed that some important communication had passed between her mother and their mutual lover. She did not quite understand its content, but knew it was good. The three women stood in companionable silence for a time, sipping the excellent wine. 

Joyce turned back to the stove. "OK, we're ready," she said. "Susan, I hope you don't mind me taking over your kitchen like this. I assume you like everything in your own freezer, and hope you like biscuits – I found the mix in the cabinet." 

"Gosh, Joyce, you can take over my kitchen anytime! I can't believe how good it all smells." Joyce removed the biscuits from the oven and placed them on a plate. She handed this to Kara and lifted the pot of hot stew, setting it on a trivet that was already in place on the table. As were dishes and silverware. They sat and ate heartily.

After dinner Susan announced that she had a documentary video about the island chain's coral reefs. The others agreed this sounded like a wonderful idea. "And fish are all that's on this tape," Susan said, signaling that there would be no "monkey business" of kissing videos this time. They watched the hour-long reef tape, grateful for the highly relevant educational aspects, and grateful for relief from the tension generated in the last two days by the various sexual cross-currents.

Then Susan once again helped convert the couches into comfortable bedsteads, climbed into her own bed, and slept the sleep of the just. Just before dropping off she remembered that the sexual tension was not completely gone – there was that little detail about Kara wanting to have incestuous lesbian sex with her mother. But she thought that at last she might have a solution for that "little problem" as well.

Part Three – Taboo! 

Chapter 10 – "I'm going to fuck your daughter now . . ."

It was dawn. Susan was awakened by Kara climbing into her bed. The day before she had turned the girl away because it was "rude" to have sex in basically the same room as the girl's sleeping mother. Who with that sixth sense of a parent would certainly not be sleeping, but listening.

Things had changed, though. Kara was Susan's lesbian lover – and now so was her mother Joyce. Plus – Susan had not been unaffected by the erotic experience of the previous day – an experience that for herself had been all giving and no receiving.

Nor had Kara been unaffected, notwithstanding the fright she took witnessing an intimidating excess of passion. But that did not change the fact that Kara was a "horny-chick-who-likes-to-fuck," as demonstrated by the girl's shameless masturbating during the earlier, un-scary parts of the experience. Susan thought back on those events as the naked teen snuggled her sexy little body in against that of another "horny chick who likes to fuck": Herself.




Taboo Series Ch. 01



Taboo Series 1: Jamie and David

All characters are original and fictional. I hope you enjoy this first chapter of the Taboo Series for Jamie and David and come back to read the second chapter.

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David let his head fall back as he lay his hand on the soft, dark-haired head that was bobbing in his lap and tried to remember how he had gotten into this position. It was hard though, what with the hot mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue moving around the head, teasing the sensitive nerves before his cock would be engulfed by the hungry throat that milked it so deliciously. His hand knotted in the soft hair of the brunette as he fought back the urge to give her a load of cum. Instead he closed his eyes and remembered.

Jamie, his niece, came for a visit every year, spending the summer on the california beaches and teasing boys. She had been doing just that for as many years as he could count and he had always looked forward to having a bright smile and warm welcome when he came home. This year he hoped to help her celebrate her 18th birthday in style, if not a bit belatedly. He was going to take her out to dinner her first weekend in and bring her home to have some drinks and a party with minimal supervision. He had quickly found out, though, that she had a far bigger birthday surprise for him. She was certainly going to celebrate in style.

Her flight had come in early and she had taken a shuttle to his house. By the time David had gotten off of works he was already unpacked and settled. He walked in to see his niece, short and a bit gangly the year before, was now a full chested, curvacious woman. She wasn't quite 5'3" but the way she carried herself and moved made her seem so much taller. Her hair rested about her shoulders in nearly ever shade from a light rust color to a dark chestnut and it gave her light flesh, bare but for a tiny bikini, a beautiful contrast. Her breasts were barely held in by the dark red bikini top, patterned with little white flowers, and if he had to guess he would say that she had gone from barely a 34 b cup to a full 36 D since she had left at the end of the prior summer.

David had found himself frozen in the door, his eyes following his neice across the kitchen and livingroom as she dried her hair with a towel. It was obvious she had been swimming and her nipples were hard from the transition of california heat to air conditioned home, straining against the fabric of the swimsuit. He found himself reminding his eager body that the woman before him was his niece and, although it was not quick to obey his commands, it began to relax and he shut the living room door. She had not noticed him up until that point, or at least he hoped she hadn't, and as she heard the door close she stopped at the foot of the stairs that led up to the bedrooms. She flashed her uncle a welcoming smile and letting the towel drop to rest around her shoulders she threw her arms around his neck, giving him a hug that nearly killed him. If his body had been unwilling to follow his silent commands before, it was now downright ignoring him. He could feel her nipples press at his chest through his shirt, and her damp body left a burning imprint in every nerve that even came close to contacting it. Returning the hug gingerly he quickily held her away from him, giving her a grin as he forced himself not to look at the ample cleavage so close to his chest.

"Looks like you made it okay," he laughed, "and I was worried that the shuttle would get lost and you would have been stranded in big old california with no way to get home."

Jamie stuck her tongue out at her uncle and resumed drying her hair, "Don't be so silly, you know I have any number of people who would have gladly rushed to my rescue." David knew this was true, he also knew that if any of them had any idea of what she had transformed into the number would have more than trippled. There would be a million heart broken california boys this year.

As Jamie climbed the stairs, silent feet padding on the carpet, David took a good long look at her ass and he knew that the california boys wouldn't be the only ones with trouble on their hands.

When Jamie came back down the stairs she was wearing a T-shirt that had a V-cut reminiscent of fabric being torn from the top. David wondered if the shirt could even have been worn without the V-cut as it strained so tightly across her breasts that he was sure it would rip. Her tight little skirt cut off almost before her ass ended. He had been on his way up the stairs to take a hot shower, he now quickly amended that he would be taking a very, very cold shower instead.

"Dinner is in the refrigerator, but its gonna have to be left overs."

Jenny giggled some and made a face, "Uncle Dave, I don't trust anything in your refrigerator not to eat me before I eat it. I'll order pizza." She smiled at him and he was shocked when she slapped his ass as she walked by, "Just leave it to me."

David tried not to think of his niece as he undressed and stepped into the shower. As he turned the cold water on he gasped, it was almost painful when one of the jets hit his hard cock. It also didn't seem to be working and he was forced to close his eyes and endure as he pushed the memory of Jamie giving him a moist hug from his mind. After half an hour he gave up, shutting off the shower and towel drying. He had no more than stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom when he got the shock of his life. His niece was laying on his bed, the tv on and a box of pizza laying beside her. He could see a white thong hugging her ass and mound of her pussy if he looked at the lowest parts of her skirt, and he felt his cock twitch. Had she always been like this and he had just forgotten- or failed to notice? No, he would have noticed this.

He silently thanked god that he had already wrapped the black towel around his waist and that it minimized the apparancy of his erection as Jamie looked over her shoulder at him. SHe smiled playfully, "I thought I'd bring the pizza up here and we'd just watch a couple of movies together." He watched her arm press agianst her breasts as she patted the bed in front of her. For a minute it didn't register that he was supposed to me moving over to lay by her, but he got his body moving. He was reluctant to lay so close to her and, for a moment, wondered at her motives, but then relization dawned on him and he remembered that this had been a ritual since she had been small. They had always curled up on his bed on pizza night and watched movies. As he sank down onto the bed, though, he wished that she had at least given him enough warning that he could have put pants on.

She curled against him as she hit play and the dvd remote and Cruel Intentions began. David shifted uneasily as Jamie laid her head down on his shoulder and let her hand lay on his chest. Her breasts were bpressed hard against his bare chest and every time she breathed he could feel her nipples. Still, she lay still against him and for all his uneasiness he began to relax. He ate a slice of pizza with his left hand as his right arm wrapped under and around his niece, resting on her waist. The movie did little to relieve his inner sexual tension but at least his erection has begun to soften up and his cock was again laying down when the movie ended and the second one, having been burned into the same dvd, began to play.

By the time they had reached the half way point of teh second movie, though, his cock was again straining against the towel. Jamie had begun rubbing his sensitive left nipple with the tips of her fingers. At first he had though she was just fidgeting, but as she began to move her fingers in circles he became uneasy again. He tried to ignore the sensation, and his cock, but she changed directions ever time he thought he was getting control.

"Uncle Dave?" Just as David was going to move her hand, his neice looked up at him.

"Ye--" He was cut off by her lips on his as he moved his head to look down at her. He hadn't realized her face had been so close to his and his breath caught as she pressed her lips firmly to his, her tongue searching his lips and, after a moment, his mouth. He tried not to moan,and only barely succeed as she began pinching his nipple. After a moment he regained his senses and pulled away, pushing at her shoulder a bit. She had wrapped one of her legs around his and now it was held captive between her knees.

"Jamie, are yo-" She cut him off again, this time with words rather than a kiss.

"Shh- Just lay still and enjoy." Even as she spoke he could feel her hand moving down his chest and over his abdomen. He was a construction foreman, among other things, and the heavy labor kept his 32 year old body in good shape- his pecs hard and his abs formed. He gasped and couldn't help but moan as her hand wrapped around the head of his cock, her thumb running over the sensitive tip as the other four fingers began to stroke. She leaned forward and kissed him again, raising herself up off the bed some with her elbow and kissing him passionatly, her tongue taking over his mouth this time, luring his tongue out tot angle with hers. He quickly became active in the kiss, still unsure and even a bit nervous. He would have never dreamt of being with an 18 year old girl again, let alone his niece. He tried not to remember holding her on her first brithday- he was only 15 at the time. And after a moment it wasn't all that hard to only think of the young woman that was stroking his cock.

"Squeeze my breast, Uncle Dave." He looked like he would protest as she pulled back to look at him, offering him the large round breasts. He could see her nipple through the white shirt, she was not wearing a bra and her large pink nipples were hard, "Please?" He gave in at the almost deperate tone and reached up, grabbing her breast and carressing it tentatively. As she moaned he became more aggresive and began to squueeze it harder, running his thumb over her nipple thorugh the shirt, the other hand quickly joining and treating her other breast to the same treatment.

When she leaned down to kiss him this time he pressed upwards, lefting his head off of the pillow, meeting her halfway with a moan. Her entire hand was stroking his cock now, moving up and down over the ridge of the head, squeezing tighter as she reached the most sentsitive nerves. His eyes were closed when she pulled away from the kiss again, but he felt her moving over him. She grabbed his hand as he opened his eyes and ran it down her body. When she had placed it under her skirt, firmly pressing against her damp underwear, she pulled open his towel and grabbed his cock again.

He didn't need to be asked to rub her pussy, and as his thumb found her clit beneath the fabric her back arched. Her hand was now moving up and down the entire legnth of his cock, going from the very base until she had nearly released his cock. He knew that if she kept up this treatment he would be releasing his cum soon, but she did not seem to be too worried about it. With his right hand he lifted her top and pulled her chest down to him as he lifted off the pillow. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it, teasing it with his tongue, rolling it between his teeth.

"Oh god, Uncle Dave, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up." She was bucking against his thumb, her head back, her hand moving up and down his cock at a quick pace, urging him to cum as he throbbed in her hand.

"Do you want to cum?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it. Now that he had her like this he needed to hear her tell him.

"Oh god yes, make me wet my panties!" That was all David needed as he took her nipple back into his mouth, pulling on it with his teeth playfully as he ground his thumb into her clit. He was happily surprised to find that she not only came, she squirted and not only were her panties soaked through but it was running down her legs by the time she had come down from her climax. She had not stopped stroking his cock but now she nearly dove for it. With the passion and exitement he could only imagine in 18 year old girls she took his cock into her mouth. He gave a loud groan of pleasure and his back arched as she held the head of his cock in her mouth, her tongue teasing and tasting. His hand fell to the top of her dark-haired head as she cleaned his precum from his flesh, then began to pull more of his cock into the vaccum of her mouth. 

David found himself thrusting into her mouth and throat before long, the feeling of her hand slipping down his thigh to gently carress his bals hurrying him faster toward the edge of his own climax. Then came the intense feeling of his cock being thrust entirely into her throat, the muscles usually used to swallow now used to milk the throbbing rod. She stayed like this for a long, almost unending, 30 seconds, then began bobbing her head again, forcing his cock in and out of her throat repeatedly. 

As his hand tangled in her hair, pulling slightly, he thrust upwards, "Fuck, Jamie! Here it comes!" Almost before the words had escaped his mouth he was shooting his load deep into her throat. She never would have tasted it if she hadn't have pulled back so that she could take the load onto her tongue, but when she did she didn't waste a drop, making sure to swallow it all as she sucked the last drops strait out of the shaft and head of his cock with a moan.

As Jamie pulled up she licked her lips and climbed up her uncle's body until she was straddling his waist. She kissed him hard, and David moaned as he wrapped his arms around the girl. For being his niece she had a talented mouth. And a hot little pussy. She had begun rubbing her now soaked panties up and down the length of his cock, making quite sure that his erection did not go down. He knew, though, that he would have had no problem keeping his cock hard on his own. Just the site of teh girl would have kept him going.

Jamie pulled away from the kiss and David looked up into her green eyes, still full of lust. His unease had faded now, nothing more than a memory- one his body didn't seem to be holding on to- and he found himself grabbing her ass and squeezing her breasts as her hair tickled his shoulder and the side of his face.

"I want to fuck you, Uncle David." Her words were husky and full of desire, possibly the most seductive words he had ever heard and he could not deny her. He reached up and ran his thumb over her lips, "Do you want to fuck me?"

David suddenly pulled the girls shirt off, using his dominant body weight and size to roll the girl off of him at the very same moment he rolled on top of her. She had instictively wrapped her legs around his waist as she cried out in surprise and the pressure on the small of his back urged him to grind his cock against her pussy. She moaned as he leaned down and kissed her neck, nipping at her collarbone playfully and teasing her earlobe with his teeth as he gave a harsh whisper in reply, "Tell me you want my cock, Jamie, and I'll give it to you. Tell me now."

Jamie's back arched as she moaned, his words had sent a bolt of electricity through her and she reached up, letting her fingers runt hrough his dark brown, mid-length hair, "Oh God, Uncle David, I want your cock!"

David didn't need to hear it twice. He reached down, untangling the girl's legs and grabbed her thong. He pulled it off slowly, looking at her pink, cleanly shaven pussy as he did. He licked his lips as he threw the soaked fabric aside, leaning down to take a taste of his niece's flesh. She moaned and arched her back again as his tongue moved up between her pussy lips, teasing her vaginal opening and flicking her clit playfully. She tasted delicious, and the strong scent of her arrousal made his cock throb harder. He ran his tongue back down her pussy all the way to her tight little asshole and teased it for a moment, tasting the rosebud. He wouldn't take her ass tonight, he'd leave that for another time. It would be no fun if he rushed it all in one night. Instead he let his tongue thrust deep into her pussy, letting her grab at his tongue with the inner muscles as he teased. 

"Oh god, please fuck me Uncle David. Don't tease, I want your cock so bad!" She ground her pussy up into his face even as she protested, but he wasted no time on mixed messages. Instead, he rose up, sliding over his nieces smooth body, letting his tongue play across her lips, teasing and taunting until she parted them, her tongue meeting his midair. He let her taste her own body on his mouth and she moaned. At the same moment his tongue slipped into her mouth he let his cock slide deep inside of her tight cunt. He thrust in and out of her slowly as he kissed her, reveling in every moan and trembling thrust to meet hims he gave. He wondered how long she had wanted him, and he would make it a point to ask later. Right now he only wanted to take her, to take advantage of the very idea that he held his niece's body beneath him and that she needed his cock.

David pulled away from the kiss as he began to thrust faster and harder, Jamie's fingers digging into his back as she cried out with pleasure. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, stretching her open, and he wanted more. He wanted her to cum on him, he wanted her to scream for him. When she looked up at him he felt a thrill at knowing he was taking his brother's daughter, a girl he had watched grow up, and he let out a loud groan. With every thrust he watched her large breasts bounce, her pink nipples pointing up at him, her dark hair spayed out over his pillow and he almost felt dirty for what he was doing- but not enough to stop.

David was shocked when his niece took control again, using her body weight and the element of suprise to roll him onto his back without missing a beat. She now sat on top of him, a knee at either side of his waist. The way she grinned down at him made his blood boil and as she rode him he grabbed her hips and began to lift her off of his cock to pull her back down as he gave a strong thrust upswards. She screamed as he cock was burried deep inside of her, throwing her head back and arching her body. David licked his lips at the sight of her breasts being thrust outwards, towards his face. He had been with a lot of women, and, with the added effect of knowing he was doing something most people would considerable terribly wrong, she was the best fuck he had ever had. She was talented, or practiced, it didn't matter which, but her body held the tightness of youth and she was milking her cock for all it was worth.

"Oh fuck, Jamie, do you want your uncles cum in your pussy?" It was a groan as much as anything else, and nearly drowned out by her cries as she moved back and forth at the same time she moved up and down, grinding her clit agianst his groin.

"Yes!" It was all she could get out between cries of pure ecstacy as she looked down at him, her lips parted in a moan, "Oh god yes!"

"Tell me," he slapped her ass with the command and she screamed in sheer pelasure, throwing her head back against and arching more drasticly, "Tell me you want my cum, Jamie. I want to hear you say it." Jamie was forcing herself down her uncle's cock with a vigor he had seen in only a few other women, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take as he felt her pussy beggin to clutch and grab at him faster and more intensely. She was about to cum on his cock.

"I want your cum in me Uncl-" She screamed, the word breaking off only to be picked up again amoment later, "Uncle David! Cum in my-" Another scream and she was only half a second away from climax, "MY PUSSY!" The last two words were a scream themselves as she began squirting her lady-cum over his cock. He felt it run over his balls and legs, hot and - he knew - delicious.




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"FUCK!" It was all he could get out before he began to shoot his own load in her pussy, doing exactly as she had wanted. 

He did not stop thrusting within her until he had emptied the last of his cum into her body, then he held her fimly down on his cock as she breathed heavily, collapsing on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him as he caught his breath. He could feel his cock stillt hrobbing inside of her, it wasn't ready to give up yet and she wiggled on top of him some. 

After a few moments of rest she pulled off of his cock, gasping a bit as he gave a short groan. His cock was sensitive to everything now, and as she moved down his body he jumped every time it brushed against her flesh. He moaned, both in pleasure and suprise, as her tongue ran up the length of his cock, from his balls to the head, then back down. She began to lick the mixed product of their pleasure from his cock with a precision and taunting intention that made his cock twitch at every touch. She would run her tongue around the ridge of the head just to flick the tip with her tongue before moving back down the shaft and tasting her juices where they lay coating his scrotum.

He knew that, even with have cum twice, as sensitive as his cock was he wouldn't last long if she kept this up. When she pulled up and away from his cock some, letting her breasts brush against it, he thought she would climb back up his body. Maybe take his cock within her pussy again. But instead she moved back downards, then upwards again. As she looked up at him she began to use her full breasts to stroke his slick cock. David couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't care to stop it either. He reached down, instead, and ran his fingers through her hair, laying his head back and closing his eyes. He allowed himself to relax and drift into the sensations, the building pleasure that came from his niece's large breasts stroking his cock.

As he had expected, it only took a few minutes of the stroking and occasional tongue flick to send him over the edge again and with a great moan and a thrust upwards of his hips, he was shooting his cum on Jamie's tits and face as she moaned. When he looked down again she was sucking the last of his cum from his cock.

When she looked up at him he couldn't help but return her grin. She looked hotter than hell with his cum all over her. It was, quite literally, the icing on the cake as she began to use her fingers to wipe it off of herself and eat it. He began to help her, tracing one of the lines and feeding it to her, letting her suck and lick it form his fingers as she moaned and teased.

When she was as clean as she would get without a shower she climbed up with him, pulling a sheet over both of their bodies, and lay her head on his shoulder., As she wrapped her leg around his, pushing her dripping pussy against his outer thigh and draping her arm across his chest, David wondered just how many times he would be allowed to take advantage of this new privelage, and he made a note not to waste a single chance to wrap the girl around his cock.

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this series. Chapter Two will be up very soon as well! It will focus more on developing the relationship between the characters, Jamie and David, and explaining the attraction between them.

It will also be based more around anal!

Please, as always, leave feedback. The more feedback, and votes, I get, them more likely I am to write chapters in an expediant manner!

Kat



Taboo Series Ch. 02



Well, Only a day or so after Chapter 1 was accepted I had so many comments and such high votes I decided to get on the ball getting this one up!

As promise there is a bit more back story- and there will continue to be through all of the chapters.

Again, I hope you enjoy this installment of the Taboo Series!!!

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David woke up beside Jamie for the third time that week, her naked body wrapped in his arms and her head on his shoulder. She had spent a lot of time on the beach during the days, but she had brought no boys home. Instead she was always waiting for him, ready to jump into his arms and offer her body to him. He had wondered time and again how long she had been attracted to him in such a way, and why, but he had not asked. He was afraid that speaking the words would drive her away, and he wasn't ready to lose what he had only just gained.

He knew that is was wrong to want his niece, not only because she was 14 years his junior but because she was his blood. Because he had helped raise her when her father had spent time overseas in the military. He has been there to see her first ballet recital and her graduation from elementary school. He had cheered her on at uncountable soccer and volleyball games until he had moved from Colorado to California when she had turned eleven, just before she had left 5th grade. A year later she had begun the summer long visits, from the first of June to the last of august. This was the first year she had no real deadline to return home, and she had told him the night before that she was toying with a longer stay. Maybe a permanent stay. She didn't know quite yet. She had told him that she was thinking about an extra year and then going home to start college.

He was seriously beginning to hope that she would decide to stay for the year. He had begun to realize how quiet the house was without a woman around. She had cousins around too, of course, but the only visited now and then, barely at all when she wasn't there.

He watched as she began to stir under the covers, her legs tangled around his again. The night before had been a long, and late, one and he was glad that it was Saturday and he didn't have to drag himself into work. He was toying with the idea of keeping her here in bed with him all day but he had made plans, and reservations, for that evening and he wasn't about to let that go to waste. He began rubbing her side as she started to wake up, her lips parting. The unconscious invitation was too much for David to resist and he leaned down, running his tongue over her soft red lips, then in between them, teasing her tongue. She moaned a bit as she finally opened her eyes and began to suck on his tongue, rubbing hers against it before pressing up against him and letting her own tongue slide into his mouth. The did not break from the kiss for a long time, David's hands running over her sides and over the curve of her breasts as she caressed his chest with one hand. When the kiss finally ended they were both a bit quick of breath and David nodded toward the shower.

"Shall we?" She smiled at her as she moved sleepily. She looked like her mother when she woke up. Her dark hair softened the edges of her face and her emerald eyes held a kind of far off light about them. He could see why his brother had fallen in love with the woman who had birthed his niece. Of course, he also knew that Jamie's mother was almost as good of a fuck as Jamie was herself. It had been years since he had tested the girl's mother, but she had always given him a good time. He watched as Jamie trudged across the room, her firm, heart shaped ass drifting from side to side, and he smiled. He'd have to spend some time waking her up before he started the questions. 

When he heard her turn the shower on, the steady beat of the strong jets hitting the tile floor, he climbed out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. He picked up clean towels on the way in, Jamie had done laundry for him the day before and they smelled 'springtime fresh'. As he stepped into the bathroom he couldn't help but laugh. It looked like Jamie had fallen asleep with her head leaning against the outside glass of the shower door, one hand hanging limply at her side, the other lightly pressed against the glass by her face. 

He laid the towels on the counter and moved over behind her, pressing his body against hers and tucking some of her hair behind her ear as he whispered into it, "If you want to continue sleeping we can return to the bed, but you'd be missing out on all the fun." To emphasize his meaning his other hand slid over her waist and hip, then down between her legs to gently rub at her clit. She moaned and her eyes opened again. She looked up at him and he licked at her lips playfully, opening the shower door for her. She slipped in without a word and leaned back against the wall as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. The water was warm and soothing as it hit his shoulders and ran down his back. He reached forward and ran a hand down Jamie's face and neck, then her breast, cupping it and rubbing her nipple. His other hand raised to match the first and soon she was moaning, both of her nipples standing erect, much like his cock was trying to do. She watched as she tilted her head a bit to the side against the wall and he smiled softly. He pulled her from the wall and turned her so her back was in the water. He watched as the water quickly soaked her hair and ran over her breasts, small streams running from her nipples to splash against his knees before making a trail down his shins to the floor. 

He ran his hand down her body again and began to lightly and slowly rub her clit. She was soon moaning almost constantly. her breasts rising and falling a bit quicker. He was not rubbing to make her climax, only to let the sensations build and take over her body. As her clit began to swell her pressed closer to her. His cock was standing fully erect now and he let it rub against her leg as he sank two fingers deep inside of her. 

Jamie's eyes opened as she looked up at her uncle in pleased surprise. She studied his face, taking in the almond colored eyes, lit with amusement and determination, and the strong features. He had sloped nose, not too long or short but with a slightly flattened bridge. His eyebrows were long and narrow, dark like his hair, and his upper lip was only slightly more slim than the lower. He had strong cheek bones, like her father, like her, and she reached up to trace one. Half-awake, Half-asleep, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. This time it was her tongue that took the initiative, searching his lips and mouth, teasing and inviting as her uncles fingers slid in and out of her, his thumb still slowly teasing her clit. She reached forward to return the favor, slowly stroking his cock in a manner that would not take him to climax but would send a steady stream of pleasure throughout his body.

When she broke the kiss, Jamie pulled away from her uncle and turned, presenting him with her back as she reached for the bath puff and body soap. David studied the girls slender back, the way she held her shoulders back naturally- a military man's daughter- the way she stood evenly on both feet when half awake, instead of her usual lazy stances. He watched her pour some of the vanilla body wash on the puff before turning. She moved forward again and began scrubbing her uncle. He moaned at the pleasure of something as simple as having his chest scrubbed by a beautiful woman, her slender fingers running over the side of his chest opposite the scrubbing.

When she looked up at him again, he smiled, "I wanted to ask you something." He voice was quiet. A kind of peaceful mood had come over him this morning and he was afraid that if he spoke too loudly he would shatter it. She inclined her head some in reply, never one to waste words in the morning.

"How long have you been attracted to me?" He tried not to put too much emphasis on the word attracted, but the words sounded strange coming out of his mouth- at least when he was looking down at his 18 year old niece.

He was surprised to see Jamie smile a bit at his question, moving the puff up to scrub his shoulders and neck, then down his arms, "I wondered when you would ask me that." She moved behind him and began scrubbing his back. The silence that followed almost made him uncomfortable, but he found that her caresses and the sensation of the bath puff moving over his back soothed him, the water running over his chest. So he waited patiently. When she was satisfied that she had throughly cleaned him she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself against his back, her hard nipples poking against him.

"I'd almost have to say for as long as I can remember." Her voice was soft and David was surprised at the answer, "Really, I don't know when it started, but I'd been fantasizing about you since I was 14 or 15." David heard his niece laugh a little behind him, "I used to listen at the door when your girlfriend's came over. I remember the first time you took Denise anally and the way she had screamed at first, but then she liked it so much it seemed like that was all you ever did with her after that." David was shocked to hear that the girl had been listening in on him for that long, Denise had been his finance 5 years ago. "I was actually really afraid that you would turn away my advances, to tell you the truth."

Jamie was surprised, herself, when her uncle turned in her arms and took the bath puff from her, moving her hair over one of her shoulders so that he could scrub the neck and shoulder on the other side, watching the puff rather than looking at her. "I almost lost it when I saw you in the bathing suit." He caught Jamie's smile out of the corner of his eyes and he blushed. This only seemed to make her smile more, and him blushed more brightly. He wasn't used to being embarrassed around women, but this was something completely different than he was used to. He was still reeling form the idea that the girl had been listening in on him all of those years, and- more importantly- that he had never known.

"I hadn't expected you to be so . . . " He looked her over before letting his eyes meet hers, it was her turn to be slightly, though not unkindly, amused, "Grown up." He finished. "Last year you were gangly, more your father's daughter than your mother's. It seems that thing change quickly with you girls." She laughed and nodded, giving a small moan as he ran the puff between her legs. It was a calculated move, playful retribution for laughing at him. "I had expected my niece, not a full grown woman." 

Jamie pouted at those words, her bottom lip sticking out, "So I'm not your niece anymore?"

David tried not to laugh, but he found himself questioning what that meant as well. Was she still that little girl he had always looked over so protectively, almost fatherly in intentions? No. But she was certainly still his niece. He still looked her and saw that girl, actually, that is what made the whole thing so much more arousing. She was not only a very attractive woman who gave herself to him multiple times a day, but she was his own flesh and blood. A child in so many ways, but an adult in all of them that mattered to a man.

"You will always be my little niece, Jamie." He ran his hand over her cheek and she smiled, pressing her body against him. He could tell that she was fully awake now, and that her scheming and plotting was at work again, full force.

"Good," she echoed his thoughts, "because that makes it all the hotter when I suck your cock, or take it in my pussy, or when you shoot your cum on me." David groaned at her words as she teased him, pressing her body hard against him, her lips a breath away as she spoke. She was a little devil, that's what she was. "Did you ever think you would fuck your niece, Uncle Dave?"

David laughed loudly this time, his chest rumbling beneath her hands, "No, but I am not complaining." 

Jamie gasped as she was pushed back against the shower wall, pinned between her uncle's strong chest and the cold tile that ran up the wall. He held his lips less than an inch above hers before leaning the rest of the way down to taste her, kissing her harder and more passionately than he had in the entire three days they had been together. She moaned into the kiss, pressing agianst him as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the wall playfully. He felt her arch her back against him, struggling some, but she relaxed with another long, low moan as his cock rubbed against her clit. He thought about letting it slide deep inside of her, but instead he pulled back and let her go. He watched her lick her lips, wiping at her chin with the back of her hand as she looked at him with large, lustful eyes. She took a single step forward before she fell to her knees.

David gasped, his head falling back as his arm shot out to brace himself against teh back of the shower. Jamie has taken his entire cock into her mouth and throat in one deft thrust- and he had almost lost his footing and breath to the intense shock it sent through his cock and, consequently, his whole body. His other hand gripped her hair as she pulled back and repeated the move, though not quite so quickly or forcefully. Instead she moved her head at a slow, steady rhythm, teasing her cock as she attempted to close her throat around the head, the fingers of her right hand dancing across his scrotum. Just as he thought he was going to release himself in her mouth she pulled away, grinning and licking her lips. She has successfully repaid him for pinning her to the wall then leaving her standing there.

"Why you little brat!" He laughed as he watched her stand, grabbing her am, "I don't think my brother spanked you enough when you were little, so I guess I'll have to do it." He laughed as Jamie squealed and squirmed, putting her across his knee as he propped his foot up on the shower wall, his back against the immobile half of the glass. He let his hand come down on her wet ass three times as she squealed and squeaked. When he let her stand up he saw that she had been laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face. He kept a hold on the uppermost part of her arm and shut off the shower. Pulling her out of it he pulled her over to the sink, bending her over in front of the mirror. He kept one hand between her shoulders and released her arm. With his right hand now free he reached down and pressed his cock against her pussy. She moaned as he teased her clit with the head of his cock, her eyes locked with his in the mirror. He let her squirm a moment, pressing the tip of his cock into her then pulling out. He repeated this a few times, getting her worked up as he grinned into the mirror. When finally she couldn't take anymore, and quite frankly neither could he, he began to thrust forward.

"No wait!" He stopped, surprised at the exclamation. Was she going to tell him she didn't want to do it anymore? No, her eyes said something different. That devious light was still there, that playful, taunting, teasing light. "I want it in my ass, like you gave it to Denise."

One of David's eyebrows raised as he looked at her in the mirror. For a minute Jamie thought he would tell her no, but the she felt him put the head of his cock against her asshole, "Have you ever taken a cock in your ass?"

"Once, a couple of years ago." David looked at her as she replied. He shook his head.

"Give me that bottle there." He nodded towards a bottle of facial cleanser, the closest thing he had to lubricant at the moment, and he was not going to take the time to run to the closest convenience store to buy a bottle of KY when he had her like this now. As she handed the bottle back to him he studied her face in the mirror, "It's gonna hurt."

"I know, but I'll love it by the time your done." She grinned, and somehow David didn't doubt that was she said was true. He coated his cock with the makeshift lubricant, then fed a finger into her ass, twisting and pumping it some, letting it slide in and out of the tight hole as she moaned. She had at least been fingering her ass, even if she didn't actively put anything larger in, and he could get a second finger in without too much trouble. She continued to moan as he fed more of the cleanser into her ass, adding a third finger. It was a tight fit but at least he knew she could take his cock. Denise's problem was that she had never taken a cock in that way and she had failed to tell him so.

As he straitened back up David pressed his cock against his niece's ass. He was afraid to hurt her, but she was already pressing back against him when he began slowly applying pressure. His cock moved in easily at first, but as it neared the ridge she began to cry out. He started to slow down, contemplating stopping but she shook her head.

"Don't, I want it, Uncle Dave. Give it to me. Give me your cock. I know you want to." She was right, he wanted her to take his cock in her as more than anything. When he hesitated again she forced herself back on his cock with a scream. She had successfully taken the rest of the mushroom-shaped head and had forced herself back with such momentum that she had propelled herself down another inch of the shaft to boot. He let her collapse on the sink for a moment, her ass adjusting as she took deep, quick breaths, and when she raised her head to meet the reflection of his eyes again he moved forward. He pushed his cock in inch by inch, not stopping but moving slowly. When finally he had buried it balls deep he began to pull back. He was not surprised that she was moaning sooner than he had expected, and he realized, as he had noticed the night before and had forgotten in the excitement of the morning, that her g-spot was on the wall between her vaginal canal and the matching anal one. As he began to thrust in and out, letting her hot ass grab at his cock even more tightly that her pussy had, he groaned.

Soon Jamie was thrusting back onto his cock, crying out, even beginning to scream with pleasure, "Oh GOD! Uncle Dave, it feels so good, don't stop!" David grinned a kind of lopsided grin as she pumped her ass a bit harder and faster.

"You don't have to worry about that. I am going to blow my load in your tight little ass, Jamie, then I am going to make you get in the shower and scrub my cock again like the naughty little niece you are." 

Jamie gave a cry of pleasure at his words and thrust herself back harder on his cock. As she screamed David reached around her, his fingertips finding her clit. He began to rub and pinch the swollen nub, causing her to buck back slightly more erratically but more roughly as well. It didn't take long, this time, for him to cum. Her ass was hotter and tighter than any other woman he had been with, and the site of her breasts swinging before her, the thought of letting his seed loose inside his young niece's ass- all of these things worked together to send him quickly careening into his climax.

With a loud groan he gave her clit a hard pinch, causing her to scream in the same instant that he slammed into her, releasing the first jet of his hot cum deep into her bowels. As she screamed her realized that she was as well cumming, the heat from his seed sending her over the edge- along with the slightly more aggressive than needed pinch. As they both came down he collapsed on top of her as she leaned over the sink. It took only a moment for them to catch their breath and then they returned to the shower, again taking turns in scrubbing each other. And, like the naughty little niece she was, Jamie happily scrubbed her uncle's cock before falling to her knees and milking one more delicious load from it before they started their daily tasks.

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Taboo Series Ch. 02



Again, thank you for the comments and votes on the last chapter, please keep it up and I will keep writing. Chapter 3 and 4 are already planned- there will be a birthday celebration and, perhaps in chapter 4, an appearance from Jamie's mother!

Always writing,

Kitten



Taboo Series: Dana and Uncle Tim



Dana gasped as she felt her uncle's fingers sink deep into her cunt, her back arching as he curled them, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "So wet, little slut. What have you been doing today?"

Dana moan, "I've haven't done anything," She pushed back on his fingers, rocking her hips as he teased, "I've been a good girl all day." Her auburn hair fell over her shoulder as she leaned her head down, resting it on her arms for a moment. Her skirt was pushed up, her panties pushed down to her ankles as her uncle stood behind her.

Dana and her Uncle had a long standing arrangement. It had started when she was 19 and had needed a place to stay. Displaced by her divorcing parents, she had called Uncle Tim. Tim had been more than happy to help his only niece out, giving her his spare room and making her comfortable in his home. Dana had settled in quickly, her Uncle had only one problem. 

Dana had a tendency to dress a little less . . . conservatively than he had expected. More often than not she would wear cropped tops that bared her flat belly paired with short shorts or, the worst offender, short skirts. It hadn't taken him long to begin to think untoward thoughts about his beautiful young niece. 

It wasn't long after Tim had begun to imagine Dana in a number of compromising positions that he had stumbled upon the girl on her knees in his garage- a cock buried deep in her throat and her fingers buried deep in her cunt. Once the door was opened, there was no stopping.

Now, every day when Dana came home, her Uncle inspected her cunt and asked her about her day. At first, Dana had been unwilling to share the events of her day while her Uncle fingered her- though she had loved having his fingers inside of her, his tongue running over her lips. It had been the lack of privacy that had bothered her.

She had grown out of that before long, though, and now a year later she found that she looked forward to her nightly inspection.

Tim slipped his fingers out of Dana's cunt, slapping her ass as he shook his head, a grunt of pleasure escaping him as she yelped.

"Now, we both know that's not true. Your cunt is leaking cum, and your ass is practically gaping." Dana bit her lip and pushed her hips back, and as expected her Uncle's fingers slid back inside of her. She pushed back to meet him as he thrust them in, and she put on a good show of blushing.

"Okay, I didn't do much. I just met up with a friend, that's all." She pushed back as he thrust his fingers in and out of her faster. She moaned louder, and this time he didn't stop to spank her. She felt him shift behind her, and then his free hand came down on her ass. She jumped slightly, her head going back.

"And tell me what you did, unless you don't want me to make you cum." 

Dana moaned and whimpered, "No, please, I want to cum on your fingers, Uncle Tim. I want you to fuck me." She bit her lip, her hips rocking as he fingered her. She felt her Uncle's free hand move up her back, and tangle in her dark hair. He pulled back, encouraging her to crane her neck as he pushed himself against one of her ass cheeks.

She could feel his hard cock through his slacks, straining, a testament to how much he enjoyed this special time each day, "Then tell me what you did with this friend, slut."

She blushed again, then gasped and moaned as she felt his thumb move over her asshole, "I was such a good girl, Uncle Tim. My friend, he told me he just wanted to hang out, but I knew better. His cock was hard before he even got in the door." She moaned, aching for her Uncle's cock where his fingers were.

"Mmm, and what did you do with that hard cock," he encouraged as he worked her juicy holes, "Did you get on your knees for him?"

"Oh yes!" She arched her back, nodding even though he held her hair, "Yes. I got on my knees and I asked him if he wanted me to suck his cock." She gasped, close to cumming as her Uncle worked her expertly.

"Good girl, and he said yes, didn't he?" He smiled behind her, then slapped her ass, pulling his fingers from her. He released her hair and unfastened his belt, "Show me." She smiled as he watched his niece sink to her knees and turn to him as he opened his pants. She licked her lips as his cock sprung free of his underclothing, and he reached out to run his fingers through her hair.

As her tongue ran over the head of his cock he made a quiet sound of pleasure that turned into a full groan as she pulled the head of his cock into her hot mouth. He watched her as she worked his shaft deeper between her lips, wasting no time in tasting him. Her tongue moved over his shaft as she began to bob her head, and he thrust his hips slightly, accenting her movements.

"Mm, good girl. Show me how you sucked his cock." He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping now and then, pulling just a little, just enough to keep her attention as she worked. He let his head fall back as she pushed his cock into her throat the first time, a deep groan escaping him, "Yess. . ."

Dana moaned around her Uncle's cock as she sucked, looking up at him. She loved watching him as she swallowed his cock. She loved the way he pushed his hips forward and pulled on her head, the way his head went back as she looked up the length of his dress shirt. She loved the way he groaned as she worked her throat up and down his throbbing shaft, reaching up with one hand to touch his balls, the other disappearing beneath her short skirt to tease her swollen clit.

Tim let her suck his cock for ten good minutes before he finally pulled back on her hair, taking a single step back and watching his cock bounce free of her lips. He enjoyed the way it smacked her in the face, and the way she ran her tongue over the head as she looked up at him, loyally awaiting his next demand.

"What did you do next?" He grabbed his cock as he awaited her answer, stroking it and running it over her cheeks and lips, rubbing it on her chin. She moaned, in response.

"I fucked him on your couch." 

Tim raised an eyebrow and smiled just a little, "My couch, hmm?" He pulled at her hair, guiding her to her feet. As she stood at her full height, which was no match for his, he let his lips longer over hers, his breath hot on her mouth as he let her dangle in the moment. She moaned, waiting for what came next, straining forward just the slightest as if she might steal a kiss from him, "What a naughty slut."

He turned her around once he had spoken, smiling as he bent her over. His hand came down on her ass once again as his cock rubbed against her twat, gliding between her swollen pussy lips, rubbing against her clit. She moaned, shuddering with pleasure and pushing back in invitation.

"Take off your blouse." He ran his hands over her hips, pulling her back as he pushed forward, always teasing. Sometimes his cock caught at her dripping hole, and for a moment she would think he was going to enter her, to ram his hard cock deep inside of her and fuck her. But he didn't. Not yet.

She unbuttoned her blouse quickly, nearly tearing it off and throwing it aside as he bent over her. His hands moved up her sides, moving beneath her to grasp at her breasts through her bra. She moaned, pushing back again.

"Please fuck me Uncle Tim!" Her voice was heavy with lust, but Tim held off, enjoying the slow game of torment he was playing. He squeezed her breasts as his lips trailed over her neck, his teeth grazing the lobe of her ear before nipping.

"I will. You know I will." His hands traced the lines of her bra until he came to the clasp, letting the bra fall away. Dana moaned as he held her breasts again, this time tweaking her nipples. He pulled and twisted them, and she gasped with pleasure. Her cunt slid up and down his slick shaft, and she was nearly ready to beg for him to let her have it inside of her.

"Did he fuck you in the ass, as well?" He whispered in her ear as he played with her breasts, enjoying how the felt when they hung loose beneath her.

"Yes, Uncle Tim. He fucked me in the ass, and it felt good. So good. I came so hard." Dana whimpered as she spoke, aching for another orgasm, this time on her Uncle's cock.

Tim gave in. With one hard thrust he buried his cock inside of her, her cry of pleasure cutting through the bedroom as he ground forward.

"Such a good girl. Such a good slut, cumming for every cock that fucks you." He nearly growled the words as he began to fuck her. He did not take her fast, but each thrust was firm, pushing her body forward, making her breasts swing in his hands.

"Such a good whore, sharing your experiences with your Uncle." He nipped at her neck, reaching one hand up to grab her chin. He twisted her head to the side, his mouth finding and claiming hers, his tongue thrusting between her lips just as his cock thrust into her dripping hole. She moaned and cried out each time he buried his cock in her, pushing back, aching for more.

Dana moaned into the kiss, her tongue meeting his, moving against it, teasing it. She coaxed more passion from him as he devoured her, and he began to fuck her faster, harder. His body pushed hers down into the bed, and she loved the feeling of his weight upon her. When he broke the kiss her hands tangled in the sheets and she pushed back harder.

He pulled up, his hands moving down to her waist. Gripping her slender curves, he began to pull her back as he thrust forward. She screamed with pleasure, and he thrust harder, "Yes, take my cock. Scream for me."

Tim let his head go back as he rammed into his niece, thoroughly enjoying her tight cunt around his cock. He knew it wouldn't be long before she came the first time, and he could hardly control himself as he drove into her, working towards that moment.

Dana screamed, her head going back as her Uncle leaned slightly over her, changing the angle that his cock slid into her, and she gave in to her pleasure. Cumming hard on his cock, she pushed hard into him, her back arching, "Yes! Fuck me! Please- Don't stop!"

Tim groaned loudly, pulling his cock out fast. His niece's cunt had threatened to strangle his cock, nearly milking his own orgasm from him. He slapped her ass, smiling behind her as she writhed, whimpering at her suddenly empty cunt.

"Roll over." 

Dana was quick to obey. Rolling over onto her back, she spread her legs wide for him, her ass right at the edge of the bed. She ran one of her hands over her breast, the other slid between her legs to tease her sensitive clit as she arched her back again.

"Please don't stop fucking me now, Uncle Tim. I want to cum again, please?" Her chestnut eyes begged him as clearly as her words, and he moved forward, grabbing her legs behind the knees and pushing them up towards her chest.

"Don't worry, little slut, I'm not going to stop." He smiled down at her as his cock slid over her cunt, then pushed against her asshole. Her eyes widened for a moment, and then a long, low moan escaped her as her head went back.

Slowly, Tim pushed his cock into his niece's tight ass. A groan escaped him, mingling with her moan, and he tightened his grip on her knees as she gasped, "Yes, oh yes! Fuck me in the ass Uncle Tim!"

Nearly lifting her ass off of the bed, she encouraged him to slide balls deep inside of her tight hole. He gladly obliged. Only one his balls rested against her ass did he pull back and begin to fuck her. He did not take her gently, and she did not complain. She moaned and cried out with pleasure, her fingers running over her cunt, sliding inside of it, grinding against her clit. Her other hand teased her nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting as he watched her. He knew she was putting on a show for him, and he showed her how much he enjoyed it by fucking her harder.

"That's a good whore. Yes, finger your cunt. Mmm, pull on your nipples. Ohh, such a good slut. Take my cock in your ass."

Tim thought less of her pleasure as he took her ass, and more of his. His head went back as he thrust into her, and his eyes closed for a moment as he focused entirely on having his cock encased in her ass. A heavy load was quickly building in his balls, one that he had been saving for her all day, and he had to struggle to hold back.

"I'm going to cum in your ass, slut. Tell me how much you love it." He opened his eyes to look down at her as he pushed her knees all the way up to her shoulders and began to fuck downwards into her ass. It felt so good, he wasn't sure he could make it as long as he intended.

"Oh yes! Yes Uncle Tim! I love it when you fill my ass with cum! Please! Please cum in my ass! Fuck me harder! Fill me up!" She was screaming as she urged him on, and his breath began to shorten as he groaned.

"Yess . . . Yess- Good girl . . . I'm . . mmm . . . I'm going to fill your ass right . . NOW!" With a bellow, Tim finally let go, his cock throbbing and jumping inside of her as he unloaded spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum in her ass.

Dana screamed as she felt her Uncle's cock swell, the feeling of having his cock twitch inside her ass sending her over the edge a second time. Her ass tightened and milked his cock as her cunt began to spasm, another hard orgasm wracking her body.

"Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming Uncle Tim!"

Tim didn't stop thrusting into Dana until his cock was nearly empty, and then he pulled out. Grabbing his cock at the base, he stroked forward slowly, squeezing out the last of his load onto her swollen clit. She moaned and ground her fingers into the nub, gasping.

Pulling her cream covered finger to her lips, she licked and sucked them clean, looking up at her Uncle as she devoured his cum. She moaned again and he smiled. Releasing her legs he leaned down over her, kissing her hard. She let her arms wrap around his neck, and her legs around his waist as she kissed him back.

Both Dana and Uncle Tim enjoyed the aftershocks of their mutual orgasm as they kissed, catching their breath. Only as they both evened out did Tim pull back, closing his pants as he smiled at his niece.

"Such a good girl, now, let go find something to eat, hm?" He reached down and took her hand, helping her to stand before kissing her again, "Then we'll see if you left a mess on the couch, and decide how you'll best go about cleaning it up."

Dana blushed, running her fingers through her hair as she smiled up at him as she nodded, "Yes Uncle Tim. Anything you want."



Taboo Series: Home for the Holidays



Hello Again! It has been a while since I've submitted anything, but I have a new story.

This is another installation in my taboo series of, primarily, incest stories. I hope you enjoy how Marcus discovers that his pretty little sister is so willing to please, and just what he does with her. I have many ideas for these two, and I hope to visit them again soon!

All characters in this story are over 18! All sexual acts are consensual!!

Enjoy! 

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Lora leaned against her brother as her heavy eyes began to close, her interest in the movie they were watching quickly waning. He mostly ignored her, an arm around her as her head lolled against his shoulder. His attention was still held rapt by the suspense flick they had found flipping through channels.

Marcus was home to visit for Christmas break. He'd been gone since the beginning of his senior year of college. It had been months since he had seen his little sister and she had been so excited that it had been hard to shake her the first week. Marcus and Lora had always been close. His raven-haired sister was only three years younger than him and she should have started her own first year of college this year. She hadn't, but only because she was helping their parents with the start-up of a small bakery. Her nineteenth birthday was coming up fast and all of those changes her body hadn't made when most girls did, had finally set in while he was gone.

By the time Marcus's movie was over, Lora was fast asleep. Marcus looked down at her and smiled fondly. He wanted to get up, but he didn't want to disturb her. Instead of making her wake up, he gave in and picked the remote up, channel surfing.

There wasn't anything on. It had gotten late and most of the lower channels were switching to infomercials and failed sitcom re-runs. He might have put in a movie or a video game, had his sister not been sleeping so soundly. He stroked her hair a little with his fingers, feeling its silken strands. Lora and Marcus had always curled up on the couch when it was cold. Even when they were children, though back then the entire family had crowded the oversized piece of furniture. Mom and Dad weren't home at the cuddle this time though, sharing a big warm blanket. They were catering a holiday party out of town and wouldn't be back until late in the morning.

Marcus just kept flipping channels until a sound caught his attention. He had passed the channel and then back-pedaled, surprised at what he heard. It had sounded like a moan, hot and loud. His cock had twitched when he heard the sound. He'd left his girlfriend behind at college and, since they were sort of on the outs, he hadn't had any action in a week or two.

As the screen lit up again, the sound of a girl crying out with pleasure made Marcus's cock jump again. The scene was cliché, just another little blonde schoolgirl bent over the bleachers. She was topless and her huge fake breasts bounced with every thrust the massive black football player threw her way. Her little skirt was flipped up over her back and the guy's large hands gripped her ass, spreading it open so he could look down at her tight little asshole while he plowed her dripping cunt.

Marcus's cock was hard before he knew it. He turned the television down a little, afraid to wake his sister up as his cock began to strain against his pajama pants. The camera moved in for a close up of the big dark cock pumping the little slut's twat and Marcus nearly groaned. She was creaming so heavy that it was visible. He loved a wet, messy fuck. He liked smearing girl cum up over her tight little asshole and licking it off... or better yet, using it to lube his cock up as he took his pleasure out in her ass.

He shuddered as he watched the guy's thick dark thumb press against the pale girl's asshole, pushing inside as she threw her head back and gave frantic cries of pleasure. He let go of the remote, his hand moving down to slide beneath the blanket. His eyes darted to his sister for a moment. He felt guilty even as he began to rub his cock through his pants. What if she woke up? It would be worse than awkward.

Still, as his eyes moved back to the television his cock ached and he couldn't help but rub himself through his pants. He made another quiet sound of pleasure, watching the cheerleader get her dripping twat pounded and her tight ass fingered. He nearly lost it as the guy pushed his other thumb into the girl's ass, using them to stretch her open for the camera.

"Fuck-" he muttered. He gripped his cock through his pants, his hands moving a little faster, focusing on the inch or two leading up to the head of his cock. The girl was still frothing around the massive black cock and he could swear she came as he spit on her tight asshole.

Without even thinking about it, Marcus pushed the elastic waist of his pants down, letting his cock jump free. Under the blanket, he wrapped his hand around his hard meat and began to stroke more pointedly. The guy on the screen pulled his cock from the girl's cunt and slowly teasing, he began to push into her little pucker as she moaned and begged him to plow her ass until she screamed.

Marcus didn't even realize when his sister shifted in his other arm, her lips parting slightly. He just watched as the large black cock began to take its time impaling the tight little ass, working deeper into it before pulling back and shoving forward again. His hand began to move faster up and down his cock and he knew he was close to cumming. Another soft groan escaped him and his sister's eyes opened, drowsily looking down at the blanket.

In her half-asleep state, she didn't quite understand why the blanket was moving so furiously and she shifted again.

"Mm... What are you doing Marcus?" Her voice was heavy with drowsiness, but just the sound of it against his chest made Marcus release his load. His back arched and he shot his hot seed all over the inside of the blanket, grunting. It wasn't until his orgasm had nearly finished that he realized who had spoken. 

Wide eyes darted to his innocent sister, looking up at him, and he felt the heat rise in his face. He was ashamed. She reached out and grabbed the blanket, pulling it back and gasping as she looked on in surprise. Though not as much surprise as he felt when she touched his cum on the blanket and pulled it up to her lips.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I didn't mean to-" He stuttered, but his sweet little sister looked up at him, her cum covered fingers in her mouth a moment longer.

"It's cum..." she flushed, her mind slowly putting the pieces together. "You were... jacking off?" He turned redder at her words, trying to cover himself again. To his shock and embarrassment, he was still rock hard and throbbing. His sister didn't seem the least bit concerned that she had just swallowed his seed. As a matter of fact, she looked down at the rest of it on the blanket and almost in a daze she leaned forward, "You made a mess..."

Marcus's eyes widened and he watched, taken aback by his sister as she began licking the blanket, cleaning up his cum. When she was done, she moved to his cock. Some of it still remained there, where the last shot or two had done barely more than pour out of his cock instead of shooting.

Marcus jerked as Lora's tongue made contact with his cock and his cock jumped. He knew he should stop her, but as she bathed his cock with her hot mouth, he just couldn't make himself. She even closed her pretty little lips around the head and began sucking out the remnants of his load, making his back arch.

"Lora..." Her name started out as a plea to stop and turned into a plea to continue. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, intending to stroke it or pull her back, but before he knew it he was pushing her down, his hips rocking up to feed her more of his cock. His head went back and he groaned as she suckled him, his throbbing cock aching in her hot mouth. "Fuck..."

Lora, for her part, moaned softly before he pulled her back. He shook his head, fighting his own need for more of her. He knew it was wrong. He knew she would do anything to make him happy... He knew he shouldn't take advantage of her love.

"That's— You have to stop," he shuddered and he didn't sound like he meant the words at all. Lora frowned a little, her hand on his thigh.

"I- I just didn't want you to be a mess," she flushed and Marcus felt his cock throb. She sounded so innocent, so pure. "And you're still so hard. Do you need to cum again? Does it hurt? I read that it can hurt sometimes... I don't want you to hurt Marcus."

She sounded so sweet. It was his utter undoing. He gripped her hair tightly and pulled her to him, kissing her hard. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock, encouraging her to stroke him as he gave in. When he pulled back from the kiss, he was breathy and her lips were wet with his saliva, "Yes... Yes I need to cum again." He shuddered as he said the words.

Lora flushed and stroked his cock, her small hand so soft around him. She kissed his lips gently, pressing close, "I'll make you cum. I do it for Daddy sometimes, when mom isn't around." Marcus nearly shot his load right then. Lora had been making their dad cum.

Marcus reached out and grasped his sister's breast. She was only wearing a thin camisole to cover her tits. They had grown on the last few months and they filled his hand perfectly. She moaned softly and he could feel her hard nipple pressing into his palm.

"Dad does this to you?" He moved his hand, pinching her nipple through her top, pulling on it lightly. She moaned and nodded. He groaned. Her hand felt amazing on his cock. She was getting a lot of practice, he thought. "And this?" His hand slid down and he gently teased her crotch through her pajamas. She shifted and spread her legs a little more, flushing and moaning.

She nodded.

"Fuck." It was a statement. He couldn't believe what he was learning. His hand came back up and he grabbed the hem of his sister's shirt, pulling it up. She moved to give him what he wanted. Her hand came off of his cock, but in return he was greeted by a pair of delicious, perky breasts with hard pink nipples. He grabbed her around the ribs and pulled her into his lap, settling her so that she straddled him. His hands slid down to her ass and he pulled her against him. His eyes didn't lift from her breasts as he spoke, "Rub against me. Grind."

She obeyed without a word of complaint, rocking her hips so that she rubbed her barely clothed crotch, up and down the length of his cock. His hands moved up and he grasped both of her breasts, groaning more loudly. Leaning forward, he pulled a nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it. She blushed and moaned, her fingers in his hair, encouraging.

"Marcus!" she gasped as he moved from one breast to the other, then back. He took his time, squeezing and caressing her tits as she slowly dry humped him. He could feel her pajama pants getting wet. The fabric was thin and she was very, very damp. He wondered (he actually hoped) if she had a messy, leaky, creamy cunt waiting for him. He suddenly wanted to make her cum so hard that it hurt to think about it. 

In a single, sharp movement he had thrown his little sister off of him, down onto her back on the couch, and he was on top of her. He kissed her hard and ground his cock into her cunt. Her legs wrapped around him and she cried out, her back arching, her soft, dark locks webbing over the couch. Her cries were so soft, so sweet, so needy. He had to have her- all of her.

Marcus grabbed the waist of his sister's pants and began to slide down her body. By the time his face was level with the juncture of her parted legs, all she was wearing was her panties. They were pink and they were soaked. A dark stain marked the crotch. He leaned forward and sniffed her, his hands on her thighs. Moaning softly, he rubbed his nose against her panties, then his tongue, tasting her through the cotton. She arched her back and gasped, as he began to tongue the fabric more firmly, more quickly. 

He could taste her juices through the fabric and he could tell she was creaming more as he licked her. With a groan, and the first of many growls, he put his full attention into licking her cunt through her panties, even sucking on the fabric. When he captured her clit inside the fabric, gently holding it in his teeth and sucking on the little nub, she screamed and began to cum. His eyes widened and he groaned as she gushed. Her panties were not the only thing that were soaked when she was done. A wet spot was soaking into the couch, a testament to how hard she had cum.

Marcus was on top of her again in a flash, his cock pressed against her juicy pink panties. He kicked off his own pants and kissed her hard, yanking off her panties. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside of his sister. In a single, well aimed thrust, he got what he wanted. Lora cried out and arched her back as he buried his throbbing rod, balls deep, into her cunt. His eyes rolled back into his head and he pulled away from the kiss, his own back arching.

He began to fuck her slowly at first. Each thrust was deliberate, punctuated. He would pull back fully, savoring every inch that slipped out of her until nothing but the tip remained. Then he would slam into her, burying himself entirely, making her cry out as his cock butted against her cervix.

"Fuuuck," he groaned again, looking down at his sweet sister, flushed as she pushed up to meet him. "Does Dad do this too?" 

He reached out and stroked her cheek as he waited for her answer, pulling his cock back ever so slowly. She nodded as she met his eyes, her lips parted. Every thrust forward brought a sharp cry of pleasure, and maybe a little pain, from her. He shuddered, holding back the urge to just grab her hips and rut into her like an animal. Lora was his sister, he loved her. It should be special, not the rabid coupling that generally occurred between teenagers and college students when they had no control over their desires. He wanted her to remember how good he had made her feel. He wanted to remember how hard she made him.

"Say it. Tell me what Daddy does to you. Tell me what I'm doing." He ached to spurt inside of her, but he held back. There would be time for that. This was their first mating, he thought it should last.

Lora looked up at him with wide eyes, licking her lips a little, her breasts bouncing as he thrust forward, her nipples dancing for him as her sharp little cry cut through the room. "He fucks me. You- You're fucking me, Marcus."

Marcus tensed and barely held back an orgasm, shuddering. He leaned down and kissed his sister softly, affectionately. This was a million times better than fucking his girlfriend. He could feel the energy he and his sister shared, even though he knew it was wrong he wanted it. He wanted to fill her with his cum and then flip her over and slide his cock into her ass.

"And do you like it?" He was beginning to move a little more quickly, unable to help himself as his breath grew shorter. His hand slid down to her breast and grabbed it, squeezing the fleshy globe.

"Yes! Yes, I like it." He knew she wasn't lying. She was creaming his cock right now. He leaned forward and let his lips brush her ear. He could feel her shudder as he nipped at the lobe, flicking his tongue over it as he groaned.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and cum in your pussy. I'm going to fill you up until it leaks out. Is that okay?" He didn't think he could stop even if it wasn't, not anymore, but it would make it better if she wanted his cum too.

"Yes!" Her soft voice was a little shrill and she wrapped her arms around him, "Yes, please cum in me Marcus!" Her tits pressed hard against his chest as she bucked beneath him, trying to fuck him herself.

"Fuuck!" he growled the word and began to thrust in her hard and fast, no longer playing games. He ground his hands into the couch, pulling back a little to watch her body move as he pounded her. He looked down to see his cock plunging in and out of her and realized that his rod was coated in her cream. She wasn't just a little messy, she was downright nasty. She was flooding his cock with cream and she wasn't even cumming. He watched as she threw her head back, screaming, and he felt the pleasure bunching up in his stomach. It was like a lead ball, growing and growing, until suddenly it exploded.

With a bellow, he began filling his sister's cunt with his cum. He pounded her harder than ever, planting his seed into her womb, without ever thinking to ask her if she was on the pill or not. He bellowed again as another intense wave of pleasure rushed through him, a second shot, then a third, fourth, and fifth emptying in her. He had never cum so hard in his life and he still wasn't done.

And then he realized that she was cumming too. She was gushing around his cock and he could feel it washing over his sensitive balls. 

"Fuck!! FUCK!!" He pounded into her for a few more minutes, until finally his explosive orgasm, and hers, began to fade. Even as he collapsed over her, her cunt throbbed around him, milking him for more. He breathed heavily atop her, kissing her neck and shoulders. She lay beneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She wiggled a little beneath him, rocking her hips.

A soft moan escaped her and he realized that his cock was not softening like it should. Closing his eyes, he let himself enjoy the way she squirmed under him, trying to make him fuck her more. He could imagine how wet her little ass was, how much juice had crept down and soaked into the couch. He shuddered, remembering the way the black man on the screen had spread the little cheerleader's ass open with his thumbs.

Sitting up slowly, he kissed his sister, pulling her into his lap. She kissed him back, settling with her curvy little ass against his cock. He stroked her breast, softly running his thumb over her nipple as she curled against him.

"Lora?" His voice was gentle as he ran his hand down her body, between her legs again, "Are you still aching?" His fingers slid between her legs and rubbed against her clit lightly. She moaned and rubbed against him. He could feel his cum leaking out of her onto his thigh and he slowly plugged her with two fingers, pumping them in and out of her leaking twat.

She nodded, whimpering as she moaned, "Yes... Yes, please make me cum again." She blushed at the words and he had the feeling that their father didn't worry too much about whether she was sated or not. He kissed her again. He continued to finger her as she moaned and wiggled in his lap, but he never worked her fast enough, or hard enough, to make her cum. He just kept her on the edge. He needed her to ache for release until it hurt. He needed her to be desperate when he asked her for what he really wanted.

Only when his thigh was thoroughly covered in her juices did he top kissing her. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them a little further down, pressing them lightly against her asshole. He ran them in a circle around her little pucker, his cock throbbing at the sound of her soft, surprised moan.

"Has Daddy ever been back here?" He pushed his fingers a little more firmly against her rosebud, just to be clear, and she gasped. She shook her head quickly. He licked his lips, seeing a little flash of uncertainty in her eyes. "Does it feel good when I do this?" He began to push just the tips of two fingers into her ass. He knew he was pushing his chances, trying to get two in at once on the first try, but he was excited and she was so wet back there that he thought he could get away with it.

She gasped, then nodded, her face flushed with pleasure and possibly embarrassment. He stroked her hair with his other hand, giving her a comforting kiss.




Taboo Series: Home for the Holidays



"Good. It would make me very, very happy if you let me put my cock in there. Will you let me do that?" He paused a moment, working the tips of his fingers in and out of her ass slowly, inching just a fraction more in each time. Her moans were soft, almost shy as he worked her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, "You want to make me happy, don't you?"

This drew a quick nod from her and a little exclamation, "Yes! Yes, I want to make you happy, big brother!" He could see how much she wanted to do just that in her eyes. He could feel it in the way she dripped her needy juices everywhere.

"Good girl. You're such a good little girl, Lora. Climb over and lean over the edge of the couch for me. Spread your legs and push your ass back." His instructions were very gentle, but they were instructions all the same. He wanted her to obey him and he imagined what he might do if she didn't. He wondered what her ass would look like with his handprint on it. What it would sound like when she cried from a spanking.

His cock throbbed. Someday, he thought. But not today. Today he was going to earn her trust and make her love him even more. Then he could try all those other things his girlfriend wouldn't let him do.

As Lora settled with her cheek against the arm of the couch and her ass high in the air, he moved onto his knees behind her. He licked his lips as he looked at her pretty little ass, her wet lips and thighs. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking, fully aware that he could get off just looking at her like that. He could shoot his load all over her legs and the couch, without so much as moving.

But he didn't. He reached out and ran his free hand over her soft ass cheeks, caressing them. He leaned forward and kissed one, then the other, soothing her. He knew she was afraid. Most girls were the first time a guy asked to fuck them in the ass. There were so many bad rumors about how much it hurt out there. Marcus knew how to do it though, how to do it so that it felt good and she had screaming orgasms. He knew how to be gentle and how to make her want it more than anything else.

He grasped her ass cheek and pulled on it, giving himself an amazing view of her sweet pucker. It was so wet, so shiny. He groaned and nearly came, forcing him to slow the movements of his hand on his cock. He leaned in and let her feel his hot breath on her starfish and she gasped, trembling. He watched her, watched it clench in anticipation, and he waited until she relaxed it, murmuring to her.

"It's okay. I promise I'll make you feel good. I promise I won't hurt you. It's okay, you're such a good girl, just relax." His gentle words seemed to do the job and soon he could see her pucker relax. That was when he ran his tongue over it, tasting it for the first time. He groaned again. He made himself take his hand off of his cock, grabbing her other ass cheek. This way he could get deeper- and he wouldn't cum before he got inside of her.

Her ass tasted amazing and as she moaned, he pushed he tongue inside the little ring, working it loose. He wanted her to be ready for him. He wanted to hear her cry out and beg him to stick his cock inside of her. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the shy little sounds of pleasure she made as he rimmed her. After a little while her cries became louder and she began to push back onto his tongue. He was fucking her with it now, working it in and out of her, making her cry out with pleasure.

Finally, he had to pull back. His tongue would only get her so loose. He ran his fingers over her ass, pushing the two that had already been inside of her back in. He had never gotten them too far the first time, but now he pushed them in as far as he could. His little sister cried out and then moaned. He watched as her cunt became even jucier and he moaned. Lowering his head, he caught some of her juices on his tongue, thrusting it up into her leaking fuckhole. His heart raced and his cock ached, drooling pre-cum on the couch.

He was about to fuck his sweet little sister in her tight virgin ass.

He pulled himself all the way up behind her, one of his hands running up the curve of her ass and up her spine. His other hand grabbed his cock and began stroking again, letting it rest gently against her asshole for a minute. He'd gotten dry and he didn't want to hurt her. He let it rub against her asshole for a second, teasing her before he suddenly thrust it hard into her cunt. He was only using her dripping, cum-filled hole to lube himself up this time, but it still felt so good that he let his head go back for a moment.

He only worked himself in and out of her a few times before his head dropped again and he focused on her puckered asshole, "Okay. Sit very still and I promise not to hurt you."

He hoped he could keep his promise. She had such a tiny ass. The tip of his cock pressed against her pucker and he held his cock steady as he began to push forward. He gasped and groaned as he watched her tight little hole start to swallow him, his head slowly disappearing into her. It was just too hot not to watch. His sister whimpered and moaned as he pushed further. He went so slowly that he nearly lost his mind. He wanted to bury himself balls deep in one hard thrust and he shook with the force of will it took not to.

Finally, the head of his cock popped inside of her. He gasped and his head went back for a second. Lora trembled under him and he stroked her back, her ass, her shoulders. "It's okay. That's the worst of it, I promise." He leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck, "Are you okay? Does it feel good? Do you want me to keep going?"

His voice was soft and concerned, even though he knew he'd never be able to stop now. He was ever so slowly pushing more of his cock into her, distracting her with his questions.

"Yes- yes it feels good. I... it feels so good."

He shuddered at her words, still letting his weight sink him into her as one of his hands reached down under her and teased her clit, "Good girl. Good girl, Lora. My cock feels so good in your ass. Thank you for letting me fuck it. I promise, I'll cum so hard."

He would. He knew he would. He was going to blow a massive load again. As she pushed back slightly, he realized that his entire cock had been swallowed by her ass as they talked. With a groan he pulled back and began to fuck her just a little at a time. She was so tight around his cock that it actually hurt. And all he wanted was more.

Sitting up he grabbed her hips, his eyes locked on his cock sliding in and out of her hole. He began to lose hold of his intention not to hurt her, so caught up in the site of his little sister's pucker kissing his cock, swallowing it. It was the best thing he had ever felt.

"Fuck... Fuck, I'm going to fuck you..." He began to thrust faster, harder, taking her. He wasn't thinking about her now and his hips began to drive into her, working his entire cock into her. She began to make small cries of pain, but her cries of pleasure were much louder and he realized that she was pushing back to meet him.

"Yes... Yes, Lora. Ride my cock! Force your big brother's cock into your ass. Oh fuck! SHIT!" He could hardly take it. She was working him in and out of her ass even faster than he had meant to. Her cries were growing louder and as he reached around to tease her cunt again he found her clit pulsing. She was going to cum again.

"Marcus!" Her scream was only a second behind his realization and then she was gushing on his fingers, covering them with her girl cream. He gasped, grunted, and then bellowed. On a whim, he jerked back as his cock started to unload and he started splattering her back and hair with his seed. He watched as his cock bounced out and up, then slapped her ass crack. He spewed his jizz everywhere and he couldn't believe how hot it was that he was showering his sister with his cum.

When he was close to finished, he jerked himself, letting the last few globs land strait on her hole. He shuddered at the sight. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and jerked her back, toppling so that he was splayed on the couch. He thrust his cock inside of her ass again, still high on the sight of his cum all over her. He felt that same seed smear on his chest and abdomen as he started pistoning in her ass. She screamed and arched, as one of his hands darted down, his fingers viciously thrusting into her cunt. He pounded her holes with everything he had and this time he grunted and bellowed as much as she screamed. He jack-hammered up in to her, until finally his cock exploded one last time, this time filling her bowels.

It was unbelievable. He'd never cum so many times and he knew his balls were drained, as he panted beneath her. She was cumming too, this time his pulsing cock sending her over the edge. He felt her girl ejaculate run down over his balls, as he rammed up into her the last few times, finally shuddering and laying still beneath her.

They fell asleep like that, exhausted from their rutting. His cock softened slowly, slipping out of her ass and letting it leak on him. She turned atop him until he shifted in his sleep. When they awoke, it was very early morning and he scooped his naked sister up in his arms. He carried her to his bed, haphazardly dropping their clothes on the floor before he clumsily locked the door. He laid down on top of her, kissing her and touching her, and as he got hard again, he knew he was never going to be able to stop fucking his sweet, innocent loving little sister.



Taboo Series: My Big Black Daddy



(Although this is not technically incest, it is another installment in the Taboo Series, introducing two new characters, Rachel and Michael. I hope everyone enjoys this one, once again it was done in one sitting with music blasting my brains loose. I found Hinder's Homecoming Queen quite inspirational.

Please remember that comments and feedback are always welcome AND encouraged. They do help me out when I get the time to write again, and they help to remind me that people want to read my stories.

Read on and enjoy, I hope to find time for another story before too long.)

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MY BIG BLACK DADDY

"Ah! Ah, Yes Daddy! Fuck me! FUCK ME! Oh God, I'm going to cum!!"

"That's right baby, take Daddy's big cock like a good slut, it'll be our little secret."

----Earlier that morning----

"Bye , I love you." Rachel watched from around the edge of the kitchen door as Elizabeth, her mother, kissed Michael good-bye for the day, her long, slender fingers lingering for a moment on his hard chest before she slipped through the door. She had noticed Micheal's hand lingering on Elizabeth's ass a little longer than absolutely necessary, and as the door shut it fell back to his side, his thick fingers relaxing. Rachel craned her neck a little to watch Michael as he turned and moved down the hallway towards the room he shared with her mother, watching the muscles in his back ripple as she licked her lips.

With a sigh of resignation, Rachel turned back to the sink full of dish water and pouted a bit. She could definitely see what her mother wanted with Michael, hell, she wanted it too, but she wouldn't forgive her for marrying him. Really, how could she take a man like him off the market for good. He may have been the hottest man she had ever seen, and he was certainly the blackest black man she had ever seen. He was so dark skinned that she sometimes wondered if he didn't just absorb sunlight.

"Good morning."

Rachel started at the deep, gravelly voice behind her, sloshing water over her blouse and the kitchen floor as she spun.

"Oh, damn, you startled me." Michael was standing there, in the doorway she had been peeking out of only a few minutes earlier, grinning like a teenage boy who had just pulled off an epic prank. Rachel grabbed for a towel quickly and started drying off the sink, turning her back on his perfect face, and kneeling down to wipe up the floor, not thinking about the view of her jean covered ass this would afford him. When she stood up she made sure to keep her back to him, she had heard him walking toward her and the last thing she wanted was to find herself face to face with his crotch. Okay, maybe not the last thing.

"Aw, now don't be that way." Michael's voice was a lot closer than she expected and she jumped again, turning slower this time. She gasped when she found herself faced with Michael's chest, and she licked her lips, looking up. Her dark hair fell back over her shoulders, exposing the soft, pale flesh of her upper arms. Michael was still smiling, his dark eyes intense, "You missed a spot."

Rachel started again, this time because Michael had reached out and gently wrapped one large hand around her arm, the other blotting a towel over her chest where her blouse was soaked, the damo white fabric showing through to the red lace bra beneath it. Rachel blushed and stuttered a moment, he was so close she could practically feel his entire body against hers, and she can certainly smell him. He smelled as though he had showered this morning, but had worked out since. The scent of his shower gel and deodorant mixed with an odor of sweaty musk that made her light-headed.

"I-uh, that's okay, I'll just go change." She reached out for the towel and was caught by the drastic difference between the color of her small, pale hand against his large, dark one. "Th-Thanks."

Michael wasn't letting go of the towel, though, and he moved a bit closer, letting his head drop down some so that when she looked up his breath was hot on her mouth. Rachel shuddered and shifted a little, pushing back against the counter hard enough that she could feel it's edge digging into her back. Michael laughed and let go of her, backing a step away and dropping the towel on the counter lazily. He turned with a smirk and headed for the door to the living room.

"Your mother wanted me to tell you that she wouldn't be back until late, it's just going to be us for dinner tonight."

Rachel nearly collapsed back against the counter again, glad that she had only pushed away about an inch as she watched Michael's back as he left the room. Her heart was beating unbelievably hard in her chest, and she could feel her panties clinging to her wet pussy lips. She rolled her eyes and let her head fall back a bit, trying to catch her breath as she was left alone in the kitchen, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming with frustration.

"Shit." It was all she needed to say as she pushed away from the counter again, trusting her legs to be sturdy enough to hold her. It encompassed everything, the need to change shirts, the idea of being alone with Michael only days before he was supposed to marry her mother. And what was with that little scene just a minute ago? Did he know how attracted she was to him, or was he just being an asshole. Did her mother know that she was marrying someone like that? Rachel shuddered again as she walked down the hallway to her room.

As she dug through her drawers for another shirt, she grabbed a clean pair of panties too, fumbling at the necessity. She wasn't going to be walking around all day in the sticky ones she was wearing now, that was for sure. Watching herself in the mirror, she began to unbutton her blouse, peeling it slowly from her flesh. She smiled a bit as she looked at the tops of her round breasts, her reflection showing her how her bra pushed her tits up and together. She ran a finger down over one of the round curves and then followed the top of the lace bra until her finger disappeared into her cleavage. She smiled again and reached over to grab the dry shirt she had laid on her dresser, but it was gone. She turned to look around and was startled to find Michael standing in her doorway, holding her shirt. He was looking her over hungrily, his eyes devouring her breasts until she squeaked in indignation and covered them with her arms. She felt herself turning red, but she wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment.

"How long have you been standing there!?" Her voice was higher, shriller than she had intended as she tried to decide whether it was better to back away from him and put some distance between them, or if she should charge him in a rage and snatch her shirt back. As Michael took a step toward her, though, she settled for maintaining the distance between them as long as she could, stepping backward.

"Since you started unbuttoning that shirt." He nodded towards the discarded blouse with the doused front, "I must say, your mother's breasts aren't that perky anymore, even if they are splendid for her age." Rachel gasped and stumbled another step back as he tossed the clean top on her dresser again, his eyes meeting hers. It was hard to continue to back away from him when he was standing right here, in her room, where she had always wanted him. The black t-shirt he wore strained over his muscles and she found her eyes drifting to his pecs. She licked her lips nervously and forced her eyes to snap back to his as he laughed a bit.

"You don't belong in my room, go back to your own." Rachel was afraid that she didn't sound as resolute as she would have liked, and her voice wavered as her rear met her desk. She could feel the edge pushing against her jeans and she bit her lip.

"Mine appears to be unusually devoid of any compay, so I thought I'd come see if yours was any more exciting," his eyes flicked down to her breasts again before jetting back up to her eyes, "I'm not disappointed to say that it definitely is." He smiled again and came to a stop only a few inches from her. Rachel tried to slow her heartbeat, and tried not to think all those naughty thoughts she had a tendency to think about her mother's fiance.

"Come on, Michael, take off." She tried to stand up straighter, to appear more in control of herself than she really was. Micheal laughed and reached out, three of his large fingers touching her face, tracing the line of her cheek down to her chin. She was surprised at how rough his fingertips were, and she felt herself become instantly wet again, her chest pounding as her stomach churned with excitement. It took her a long moment to jerk away from him, turning her head and striking out at his chest with the flat of her palm. "Get out!"

Michael laughed yet again and took a step back, raising both hands, "You know, I was just thinking, I'm gonna marry your mom in a few days, and you're not too old to call me Daddy, are you?" This time his laughter rumbled from deep in his chest and filled the whole room. It was a deep rolling sound that shook Rachel to the bone as she stared at him with wide eyes, "I mean, you're only eighteen." He was still laughing as he spoke and Rachel flung herself at him, cursing.

"Who the hell do you think you are, you jackass!?" One of her fists hit his chest hard, but glanced right off as he laughed, and the other quickly followed. Michael took a step back as he caught her wrists in his hands. falling back onto her bed as his knees hit the frame. He continued to laugh as her body came crashing down on top of his, and she continued to struggle to hit him, none of the blows even phasing him.'

It was a few minutes before Rachel registered what had happened, and as she slowly became still on top of Michael her eyes grew wide again. As she looked down at her mother's fiance she could feel her breasts mashed against his rock hard pecs, and her knees had slid off to either side of his waist, leaving his obviously erect cock straining through his jeans and pushing firmly against the crotch of her own pants.

She gasped and started to push up and away from him, feeling his tight grip on her wrists, her breasts came up off his chest but she involuntarily moaned as her pussy ground against his cock through their clothes. and she fell back down on top of him, her mouth meeting his.

Rachel moaned again as Michael rolled her over and pinned her beneath his body, his mouth taking hers over, his tongue forcing its way between her lips. Rachel gasped as her wrists were pinned above her head, but she opened her mouth willingly and pushed up against Michael, giving in to the desires she had been fighting ever since her mother had first brought him home a year ago. Michael's body was hot and hard against hers as he ground his large erection between her thighs, and she found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, arching up against him. She was so wet now that she wondered, absently, if her jeans were wet as well.

Michael pulled away from the kiss, groaning as he smiled down at her and licked his lips, his mouth still close to hers. Rachel whimpered slightly, wanting more. He'd started this, and it would be a real bitch if he got up and left her hot and wet now, but instead he leaned back down and she felt his lips on her neck as he nuzzled her neck. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes, enjoying the burning sensation of his mouth against her flesh, his teeth sharp against her neck here and there as he bit her. She arched her back again as he bit down on her earlobe and pulled, letting go with a flick of his tongue.

"Can I let go of you now, or are you going to punch me again?" His voice was husky in her ear, hoarse with desire and amusement. She felt herself shudder beneath him as she let her hands relax, and she nodded, unable to speak for a moment,

"I'd only hurt myself anyway . . ." There was a bit of amusement in her voice, but it was so buried under the heavy desire she felt, she wasn't sure he could even hear it. It didn't seem to matter. His rough hands moved slowly down her bare arms, raising goosebumps as she moved beneath him, grinding her wet crotch against his cock again.

He groaned and smiled, his hands coming to her breasts, cupping them slowly, his lips tracing the line of the fabric, his tongue flicking out between kisses to taste her. He squirmed with pleasure, slightly ticklish, but as his thumbs ran over her hard nipples through the thin fabric she felt herself relax back again, biting her lip in pleasure.

"Michael . . ." She forgot what she was going to say as she felt him unhook the front clasp of her bra and take one of her nipples into his hot mouth, sucking it between his teeth and biting down gently, testing how far he could pull the hard little nub before she cried out in a mix of pain and undeniable pleasure.

He released her nipple a moment later, his lips barely brushing the curve on the underside of her breast as he spoke, "I thought I told you to call me Daddy."

Rachel moaned, and she felt him take her other nipple between his teeth like he had the last one and her fingers curled agaisnt his shaved head, "Oh, Daddy . . ." She closed her eyes for a long moment as he sucked and bit at her nipples, but her eyes opened as he began to kiss her stomach, his lips causing her to giggle as he tickled her, his course hands moving down her sides. As he kissed her belly button, running his tongue around it before letting it slip inside the little dip she felt his hands come to the top of her jeans, and then she felt the button give way and slip through the eye hole.

She gasped and arched a little raising her butt off the bed as she felt the zipper come down and the gentle pull of her pants as he started to slide them off. Even as the fabric slowly left her flesh she felt his breath on her thighs as he slowly began to bathe and kiss her flesh, working his way up toward her wet pussy and damp panties.

"Mmm," he groaned as his tongue finally ran over the fabric between her legs, tasting the damp patch of cotton, "you taste as sweet as your mother, baby girl." Rachel could do nothing but moan and writhe in pleasure as he continued to taste her through her soft pink panties, his tongue was hot through the fabric, and her clit swelled with blood as he ground the cotton into it.

"Oh God, Daddy, please. . ." She moaned as she pulled on the back of his head and she heard him chuckle quietly as he hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Rachel sighed with pleasure as the cool air of the room contacted her soaking wet pussy and she spread her legs wide for Michael, opening her clean shaven pussy for him. As he pushed back down into her cunt she gasped and cried out, his tongue pushed her clit against the sharp edges of his teeth and he nipped her clit. She arched hard off the bed and then came down as he chuckled again, letting his tongue bathe her slit, working down to the dripping hole a little deeper. She cried out as his tongue slipped inside of her, his hands moving up her body to grasp her breasts and squeeze them. As he groaned into her pussy she felt her eyes go back in her head and she ground her cunt up into his face.

Laughing, Michael pulled away from her pussy, licking his lips and looking up her body as she relaxed, whimpering and looking down at him, She still held on to his head, and she hoped against all hope that he would go back to what he had been doing. Michael chuckled as he flicked his tongue over her clit, watching her jerk with pleasure. He did it a couple more time before he started climbing up her body, lowering his own 6'4" muscle-bound frame down over her petite 5'3" body.

"You liked that, didn't you? You liked having your daddy down between your legs, licking that sweet pussy of yours." He grinned as he leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste her juices on his lips, in his mouth, coating his tongue as he thrust it against hers. She only moaned in reply, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pulled away and kissed her lips one short time as he looked down at her.

"Why don't you show me how much you liked it, give me a kiss I won't forget when I get in bed with your mother tonight and bury my cock in her cunt.." Rachel moaned and felt herself moving as Michael rolled over, his arms wrapped around her to bring her with him. Her wet pussy pushed against his jeans as she moved, grinding the denim into her sensitive clit. She looked down at Michael as he let his fingers trail over her breasts, watching her move down his body. Her hands moved lightly over his chest and abdomen until she came to his pants. She leaned down and moaned as she kissed his pants lightly, tasting her own wetness there. She could imagine what his cock looked like, smashed inside the denim, straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs. She ran her tongue over the fabric as she unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper, looking up at him. He was smiling as he rested his head on one arm, the other reaching down so that he could play with her dark hair.

Rachel pulled Michael's pants down slowly, surprised when his cock smacked her in the case. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. She could feel dampness on her cheek where the head of his cock must have left a collection of pre-cum. She reached up to smear it over her flesh. She heard herself moan again as she looked at the large cock throbbing in front of her face.

Rachel had never seen a cock as big as Michael's, and as she wrapped her hand around the base she could feel it throbbing, the veins harsh against her hands, pressing into her palm. She licked her lips as she leaned forward, kissing the head of his cock lightly, tasting his pre-cum as it coated her lips. She was surprised at how much he was producing, she knew it had to be more than enough to coat his entire cock. As she ran her tongue over the head of his rod he groaned and she felt his hand curl in her hair some. She felt her breath catch in her chest as her pussy became even wetter. It didn't seem to care that she would have problems getting that massive cock inside of her, all it cared was that it would end up inside of her.

Michael urged her on a bit, pulling on her hair lightly as he watched her, and she kissed down the shaft of his rod, running her tongue back up and hooking it under the mushroom-shaped head. She felt herself moan again, enjoying the musky taste of his dick as she took the head slowly into her mouth. She felt Michael tense as he pushed his hips up some, pushing up into her mouth as she sucked. Rachel tightened her mouth to the shape of his cock as she slid down, letting it enter, pushing between her tight red lips. It became evident, though, that there was no way she could take his entire cock into her mouth, even if she forced it into her throat. Michael didn't seem to care, though, as she began to pump his meat in and out of her mouth, progressively taking more each time until she began to take it into her throat, swallowing it.

Michael groaned as he began to thrust his cock up into her mouth, gripping her hair tighter, fucking her more than he allowed her to suck him, enjoying her hot mouth around him.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby. Suck Daddy's cock. You are much better at this than your mother, and she has had a lot of practice sucking men's cocks." He groaned as he thrust up so far that his ass came off of the bed, and Rachel slid her hand into his pants and grabbed his large balls, squeezing a bit as he gasped and let go. She felt his load blow in her mouth without warning, and she sputtered, choking on the thick cum. Michael groaned as he held her head down on his shaft, emptying his balls before he let go.

Rachel sat up on her knees, swallowing the cum still in her mouth as she looked down at his sloppy cock and wiped at her lips with the back of her hand. Micheal smiled as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard, cleaning the inside of her mouth with his tongue as he ran his hands over her body, grabbing her ass and breasts. Rachel moaned and let herself collapse into his arms, pressing against his hard body, and Michael once again pushed her onto her back beneath him.




Taboo Series: My Big Black Daddy



Michael pulled back from a kiss for a moment as he pushed himself between her legs, letting his still hard cock push against her slit a she moaned and whimpered with desire, "That was very good, but now it's my turn to make you cum." He pressed down into another kiss before she could say anything else. He began pushing his cock against her cunt, grabbing the fat shaft as he pushed the head inside of her, steering the thick rod into her cunt.

Rachel cried out as the head of his cock popped into her pussy and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pushing up. The further he pushed inside of her the more it hurt, but she didn't care, the pleasure far outweighed the pain of being stretched so wide. Micheal pulled away from the kiss again as he brought his arm up to rest beside her head and began truly thrusting inside of her. Rachel cried out with each thrust, arching her back and pushing harder up onto his cock.

"Umm, you are much tighter than your mother," He groaned and buried his face in her neck as he thrust hard forward and pulled back slowly. Rachel just cried out, feeling the thickness of his cock, the hardness, the large veins. She could feel every movement of his rod, even the smallest twitch, and she felt herself drifting away in the greatest pleasure she had ever felt.

Michael lifted his head and looked down at her, smirking as he took her pussy, using it for his pleasure as well as hers as he drove her closer to orgasm. Rachel began to cry louder with every thrust, and she could feel Michael's chest crushing hers as he leaned down to whisper huskily in her ear, "I fucked your mother this morning."

"Rachel screamed with pleasure at the thought, imagining her mother's juices all over his cock when she had sucked him off, knowing that at least some part of his cock was still coated in them as his balls slapped her ass and he buried himself completely inside of her, pointedly pushing as he ground into her.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!!" Rachel screamed as she impaled herself on his cock, feeling herself pushing perilously near the edge of her limit.

"Do you like that, knowing that your mother's cum is in your mouth and in your cunt? Do you like knowing I'm fucking you with the same rod that made your mother scream this morning?" Micheal was practically growling in her ear now and Rachel screamed again, wrapping her legs tighter around Michael's hips as her fingernails dug into his back, cutting shallow ruts.

"Ah! Ah, Yes Daddy! Fuck me! FUCK ME! Oh God, I'm going to cum!!" Rachel trembled beneath her mother's fiance, trying hard to hold on to the cliff edge for just one more moment before she gave in and began to cum. As her cunt constricted around Michael's cock she heard him grunt, she was milking him for his load now, and she wondered how long he could hold out with her cumming on his cock.

"That's right baby, take Daddy's big cock like a good slut, it'll be our little secret."

Micheal drew back hard and slammed down into her and Rachel screamed as her entire body rocked. Micheal repeated the same hard thrust over and over again, slamming her bed into the wall as he grunted and she screamed, and each time she thought her orgasm would end it started again. Soon she was only panting for breath, drifting in the pleasure of multiple orgasms like she had never felt before, electricity running from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair.

"Cum in me Daddy, cum in my pussy! Please! Please empty your load in me!"

Rachel was surprised to hear herself sound so desperate for his load as she fought to breathe, her heart racing. Michael pulled out of her suddenly, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over, her grabbed her ass and pulled it up, thrusting his cock back in recklessly as he reached down and tangled a hand in her hair. Rachel screamed in pleasure as she felt her neck craning back, her hair pulled hard as Michael rammed his cock into her over and over again, taking her cunt roughly. She had never been fucked so hard, and she wasn't sure anyone else COULD fuck her as hard as him, his massive cock burying itself all the way to her cervix.

"Fuck! FUCK! Take my cock BITCH!" Michaels finger's dug into her ass where his free hand grabbed it and he thrust so hard that she screamed at the top of her lungs, but this time he didn't pull back and thrust again, instead he ground his cock deeper and harder into her as he unloaded he balls a second time, filling her with a massive load of seed. Michael grunted as he thrust twice, moving only about an inch of his cock in and out of her as he emptied the last couple of shots of his load into her pussy. And then he collapsed over her back, rolling her over with him so that they were lying on their sides, one of his arms under her so that he was grasping a breast, the other hand buried between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit.

Rachel moaned and shifted ever so slightly as she closed her eyes, feeling Michael's breath stirring her hair against her neck as they relaxed ever so slowly.

And then he kissed her neck lightly, and she closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep with her mother's fiance's cock still buried inside her.

"You are coming to the bachelor party tonight."

Rachel's eyes opened for a moment and she stared at her wall in surprise, then her eyes narrowed and closed as she smiled, licking her lips, "Yes, Daddy."

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