10 comments/ 26876 views/ 30 favorites Peer Pressure Pt. 01 By: POLO975 Author's Note: This is my first story on Literotica. It's about a boy named Elliot, who grows up as the middle child in a trio of male siblings. In this first installment, his friend James convinces him to masturbate together over a picture of Elliot's mother. Elliot, who had never once been aroused at the idea of incest or thought of sex with his mom, is overcome with the strange and overwhelming lust and urges that have suddenly overcome him, and as the seeds that James plants in his mind take root, he is introduced to a whole new perspective on sex. *** "What? Why?" Elliot blurted out. "That's fucked up, are you crazy?" "What? Dude, it's a compliment!" James protested. "All I'm saying is that your mom's crazy hot, and...I may have...thought about doing it with her...a couple times." "Not cool, James," Elliot said crossly. "That's my mother. Show her a little respect." "Alright, alright, I'm sorry...I...I didn't think it'd upset you that much," James said. The two 18 year old teenagers were at Elliot's house for school. It was just the two of them, and they were celebrating the end of exams and the beginning of the holidays by playing video games. Somehow, one way or another, the topic had landed on girls, and James had deeply offended Elliot with his out-of-the-blue comment. "I'm just saying your mom's really...hot," James said, grinning. "She's not my mother, I'm allowed to think about stuff like that." "Still..." "Are you blushing?" James asked. "N-No! Shut up, man," Elliot said. "Dude, I don't want to talk about this. It's weird." "What, it's not like I'm asking you to commit incest! I'm just saying your mom's hot! If you want, you can say you think my mom's hot too. I won't get upset." Elliot had thought James' mom was pretty, but it hadn't led to much more than that. He certainly wasn't about to ask James to sneak him photos of his mom like the latter just had. "Whatever. I'm NOT going to sneak you photos of my mom so you can...fap to them. That's just...sick!" "It's not like I'm asking you to join me! It's just...you know...I wanted to try something a little daring, and spanking it while thinking of my friend's mom is just the right amount of risk and daring I'd need," James said cheekily. "You are so horny," Elliot said. "Go talk to some of the girls in class, man. Leave my mother alone." James was a footballer and one of the certified 'cool kids' in class. He wasn't 'on-steroids'-type muscular, but he did have a skinny lean body, and thick strong arms and that washboard stomach and abs that girls went crazy for. With his mischievous grin and trademark inappropriate humor, Elliot figured the guy could get girls whenever he wanted to. He figured James had to have had sex by now; 18 year old attractive boy like him would have no trouble finding someone to spend the night with. Elliot was a different story himself. The two were an unlikely pair. It was the old cliche of two neighbors becoming childhood friends - the cool guy befriending the quiet nerd and shy geek. Elliot hated having to own that title but it was the truth for most of his life. He wasn't the worst-looking guy in the class, he was sure. Freddie Willis took that title with the braces and the acne and the stereotypical stutter that repelled girls like nothing else could. Elliot was no jock, that was for sure, but though he was skinny, he was fit enough, and girls had told him before that he was cute. He'd just never worked up the courage to ask them out yet, and he was sick and tired of guys like his brother Colin telling him to grow a pair of balls and man up. He'd always grown up with an inferiority complex and suffered from social anxiety; problems that guys like Colin and James - who had girls all over them - would never understand. The thought of it made him jealous. "How about I make you a deal?" James said, bringing Elliot back to the present. "What?" Elliot asked. "You know my sister Sara?" "What about her?" "I know you like her." "No, I don't!" "You totally do, dude. You get all hot and bothered everytime she talks to you. She thinks it's cute. I bet she'd give you a chance if I put in a good word-" "Please don't!" Elliot practically begged. "I'd die of embarrassment." "Alright...if you get me a picture of your mom in the shower, or at least without clothes on...I'll get you some of Sara." "That's...sick! You want me to take pictures of my mother...? Naked?" "I'm not asking you to masturbate over them or anything! Just get me some pictures! I've got the whole holiday ahead of me and I need fap material. The same old porn videos on the net just don't cut it anymore. I want some action closer to home, you know what I mean?" "I really don't want to know more about what you mean. Fine. Whatever. I'll do it. But just ONE picture. Okay?" "A deal's a deal, mate. You always got my back, Elliot." *** Elliot had always seen his mother as...just that. His mother. Nothing else but the woman who had taken care of him for his whole life. Not once had any sexual thought involving her ever entered his head. But the task set before him, and the seed that James had planted in his head - willingly or not - had taken root in his mind. He found himself checking his mother out in a new light, for the first time, that night at the dinner table. The four of them were gathered there to eat. Colin was talking to Dad about some football match - more cliche conversation. Elliot wished his younger brother Matthew - who was turning 18 himself in a month's time - was back from Scout's Camp. He got along well with his younger brother and the two were very much alike. Instead, he was stuck with stupid Colin. Colin was being a loudmouth again, bragging about something. Colin was no beefcake either, but was fit and athletic where it mattered, like James. As the eldest brother he'd often picked on Elliot for being the skinniest of the three brothers, and had often influenced Matthew to do the same at times. Being the middle child sucked. Elliot watched his mother from across the table. "What's the matter, honey?" his Mom asked. Elliot shrugged, his throat dry. "N-Nothing." Mom was only in her early forties, at the age of 42. She was still a sprightly radiant woman, always with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. She was what Elliot would call an eternal optimist. His mom worked as a waitress at the local diner on Mondays, Thursdays and Saturdays; and usually spent the rest of her days with her 'girlfriends' - who were all mostly middle-aged housewives tending to their own husbands and children. Elliot had always seen her as an active and adventurous woman, who had a caring side to her each time he'd been bullied by Colin. He'd never really stopped to look at the ample curves on her body, or the surprising bounciness of her jiggling breasts. A drop of mayonnaise fell from her spoon and into the curve of her breasts and Elliot watched her wipe it up with finger, licking it off. He felt his cock grow hard, and grew alarmed. Shaking himself mentally to clear his thoughts, he looked away hurriedly. He'd never, ever gotten a weird erection like that before. Sure, like most boys, his erections came and went at the touch of a button. He'd never gotten one from staring at his mother before. It frightened him, the prospect that James' words had gotten to his head, corrupted him. And the more he thought about it, the more his eyes strayed back to his mother. The more he stared and ogled her, the more he realized James was right. His mother WAS fucking hot. She was fucking sexy for her age. The more he stared at her, almost salivating over her body, the more aroused he became. He could feel his erect cock tenting his shorts underneath the table. It alarmed him at first. Why the hell was he getting aroused staring at his mother?! It was wrong! It was incest! It was sick and perverted... ...and exciting. Sitting there at that dinner table, blood rushing to his head and nether regions, for the first time in his life, aroused by his mother, he couldn't remember a time feeling more sexually excited. Not even the girls at school had elicited such a reaction from him. He'd basically accepted that the girls in his class were out of his league. His mother though...totally accessible at home 24/7. He turned back to his food but he'd lost all appetite. He was sweating, trying to avoid eye contact with the others. All he wanted to do was get back to his room...and he knew exactly what he wanted to do up there but didn't want to admit, not even to himself. *** When dinner was over, Colin and Dad went down to watch another dumb action movie. Elliot was pacing back and forth in his room, his phone in one hand. "I can't do this...take pictures of...no, no, I'll get busted! She'll think I'm sick!" Elliot said to himself. His erection had eventually subsided but now it was regrowing back to full attention, away from the prying eyes of the rest of his family. He swallowed, his throat unbearably dry. "You promised James," Elliot said aloud. Though to be honest, that wasn't the only reason why he wanted to go through with this. With the other men preoccupied with the television, Elliot made his way over to his parents' bedroom. As luck would have it, the door was open a crack. He meant to peek in and knock, hoping that his mother would be asleep or something and he'd take over from there. What he saw - he was not prepared for. His mother was standing in front of the mirror, dressed in nothing but a bikini. She had her hands above her head and was checking herself out in the mirror, as if modelling herself. "No...you look fine..." she was saying. Elliot's jaw had dropped. She was dressed in lacy skimpy lingerie and his heart was racing. She was talking to someone on the phone. "Emily, where on Earth did you get the idea that I needed to buy this kind of underwear?" Mom said. "I look like I'm trying to act 23. It's embarrassing." 'Emily' - or Auntie Em, as Elliot had grown up knowing his mother's good friend - said something back over the phone, and Mom laughed. "David? You think he'd like seeing me in this?" - David was his father's name - "David hasn't touched me in several months, the man's obsessed with work. Honestly, I get more attention from the boys at home than I do from him." "Hm. I don't blame them. They're young, like we were. Their raging hormones control their actions and all that nonsense, you know. I'm the only woman in the house with three horny males. Yeah, that's right, Matthew's still at camp, he's coming back next week." "Oh, please I don't want to talk about David and my sex life. David only cares for his stupid television and spending all his time on Boys' Night. His friends are nice but he spends all his time with them, hanging out. I barely get any when he's actually home." "Oh, Em, you're so racy tonight, haha. A threesome? You're crazy! I might have taken three dicks at once when I was still in college, but I'm a mother of three now! ...Wait that came out wrong. Oh, don't you dare suggest that! Emily!" Mom continued laughing, still staring at herself self-consciously in the mirror. "Thanks for buying this for me as a gift though...it feels weird modelling it. I'm not runway model for sure but it looks nice. Reminds me of the good old days. Whatever. Alright. Bye." She hung up, and continued checking herself out, adjusting her bra strap, fidgeting, etcetera. Elliot could feel his cock standing to full attention, pressing against his shorts, about to break free and give his mother a salute. He swallowed, his balls aching. He wanted nothing more than to masturbate, but he fought down the urge. He had good self-control, good willpower, all that nonsense. Raising his phone, he snapped a picture with his camera. Then another. And another. And another, and another, and another... *** "I'm sorry I didn't get any pictures of Sara," James said the next day. The two of them were back in Elliot's room. Elliot had had a hard time in class earlier that day. He'd fought down the will to masturbate all of last night, only to wake up after a vividly detailed wet dream, where he'd groped, fondled and brutally ploughed a woman dressed in the same lacy bikini his mother had been modelling. Even after cleaning up the sticky semen-stained mattress, his dick was all recharged and ready to go almost instantly and he'd gone through most of school with it tenting up in his pants. At one point, some girl named Jennifer caught sight of it and she'd giggled so hard. He'd been so embarrassed and couldn't say anything. Jennifer had been decent enough not to point it out though, even when her friends asked her what she was laughing at. He was grateful that she hadn't made a fool of him; perhaps he should thank her later. "You promised me!" Elliot whined. "Do you know what I had to go through to get these pictures of my mother-" "Shh! Bro, isn't Colin in the next room? Keep your voice down!" James said. Colin was indeed in the next room. The three boys were the only ones in the house. "I just...I..." Elliot felt incredibly frustrated, both with his own sexual confusion and James. "Hey, I'm sorry, Sara was away last night, I couldn't get you any pictures. And, I may be dirty minded but I'm not going to steal some of her panties for you or anything...she organizes her underwear as if they're top-secret government plans. She'd notice if even one was missing and report it straight to MY mom! Then I'd look like a pervert getting YOU something to fap to, you desperate horny boy." James grinned. "I'm not desperate or horny! I just...I thought...I...I got these pictures for you and you didn't hold up your end of the bargain!" Elliot said. "Well, I'll repay the favor later. Thanks for the pictures. I know it seems a little sick but...it's just between friends, you know? Boys will be boys and all that crap. I'm sorry you don't get anything juicy to masturbate to while I do." Elliot groaned. "I...I..." "Dude, you really are horny today, aren't you?" James laughed. "You look really pissed off. Dude, okay, I'm sorry I didn't get you anything from Sara." "Whatever. Here. I took these pictures of Mom the other night." James' eyes went wide. "U-Uh...wow. I mean, come on...you look at this yourself. You're a boy like me, you can't deny these are fucking hot. Your mom is sexy as fuck." "She looks just as hot as yours, but you don't say stuff about your mom!" Elliot said. "Well, yeah. I'm just saying I feel more comfortable talking about your mother. I know you're into girls, dude. I saw your erection when you were checking out Jennifer and Brianna and-" "James!" "It's true! I know that no matter how shy you act, you're as straight as they get. Look at these pictures and tell me you're not even a little bit aroused, even if it's your mother. Go on. Look! That's a sight to get any boy hard and ready for action." Elliot swallowed. He'd snapped almost two dozen pictures of his mother in that bikini. Her ample breasts and almost visible pussy was a huge turn-on. He tried to hide his own erection from James, turning away from him on the bed so he couldn't see his cock tenting his shorts, but James saw him moving away and grabbed his arm. "You are aroused! You've got a hard-on!" "Shut up!" Elliot pushed James. "I do not! Colin's here, be quiet!" "Colin wouldn't give a fuck, relax! Dude, you agree! Admit it, your mother is hot as fuck." "Okay, yeah...whatever. She is pretty good looking." "Good looking? She's so sexy...I would give anything to fuck-" "James." "Sorry. You know what I mean." James licked his lips. "I'm going home to...you know. Masturbate. You comfortable with me saying that?" Elliot shrugged. "I'm not that innocent, you know. Yeah, we both know what you're gonna do once you get home." James got up to leave, then stopped. He turned back to Elliot. "Dude, why don't you join me?" "Excuse me?" Elliot asked. "Come on! I saw your dick! You know you want her." "What the fuck, bro! That's my mother!" "She's also a sexy woman! What's your point?" James said, grinning. "I'm not masturbating to my own mother!" "Just...ignore her face. Look at her body, her breasts. Shoot your load. Come on. I can tell from your face that you really want to. You look as horny as I am." Elliot hesitated. There was a strange feeling in the air, like he was about to cross a line here with what decision he made. "Come on! How often in your life are you going to get a chance like this? I don't care, I'm going to masturbate right now. You don't have to watch if you don't want to but I really need to stroke my cock because your mother is smoking hot-" "Alright." "What's that?" "Alright. Fine. I'll do it." "For real?" James looked stunned. Elliot shrugged. "Peer pressure, right? I'm not into incest, I swear...I...I just...I'm really horny right now." "Course you are mate. I can tell. If you don't get off with me right now you'd probably climb all over her when she gets back and be unable to control yourself-" "Just...shush. Let's just...get it done and over with." "Give in to your urges, man." James laughed. "It's just masturbating, I'm not asking you to do anything else. It's not incest if it's using your hand, hahaha. Oh man, that's a good quote. I need to write that down or something." James unzipped his jeans, stripping his shirt off. Elliot had seen James without his shirt on a couple times but never really made much notice. James was tan, with lean skinny arms and that good ole' washboard stomach and abs he'd seen whenever the two boys went out swimming in James' pool. Elliot had never really cared much, not when he'd been staring at Sara sunbathing in her bikini and trying to hide his own erection from James in the pool while the latter teased and threatened to tell on him. Elliot watched as James stripped off his jeans and shorts. James' hard cock sprang free of his boxers, standing up straight to full attention. His balls and scrotum hung heavy and full, with a tuft of brown pubic hair around his throbbing veiny shaft. He grabbed his dick and turned to look at the picture on Elliot's phone, zoomed in to his Mom's face and breasts. "Come on. Don't leave me naked on my own. Take your clothes off, let's take a fap." Elliot slowly raised his arms and slipped his shirt off. James laughed, looking at Elliot's bony frame, but not unkindly. "You know, I'm sure the girls wouldn't mind going for a skinnier guy. I'm sure the beefcakes and their boisterous attitudes get annoying at times. If you were a little more confident, you could get some pussy on the side." Elliot was too shy to say anything, but he laughed anyway, starting to loosen up. He took his pants off, and slowly and self-consciously let his erection free, quivering and twitching in the cold air. His dick wasn't as thick as James' was, but it was longer by a couple millimeters. James glanced at him and nodded. "So...you are a dude." "Very funny. This is so weird...fucked up." "You're aroused. Don't deny it. This is making up for Sara. Relax, let it go." "I can't believe I'm about to masturbate to my own mother." "It's not incest-" "-if you use your hand, yeah, whatever. I still think this is weird." "Let's see if your tune changes once your hand's coated in cum and sperm." James grabbed his dick and began to stroke furiously, already groaning and sweating, eyes fixated on the picture of Elliot's mother and her breasts. Elliot was breathing heavily. He touched his dick and began to stroke it. Moving his hand back and forth, the feeling of masturbating was heavenly. Peer Pressure Pt. 01 He was staring into his mother's face, at her ample breasts, and with each stroke, he sent a jolt of pleasure up his body. His grip tightened, he let out a groan of ecstasy. Both boys began moving their hands on their dicks, back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster. Elliot continued fapping, and as he did, the inhibitions keeping him from letting himself go felt like they were falling away. He barely acknowledged the woman in the picture as his mother. His primal urges took over and all he wanted to do was shoot out a thick hot load of semen all over his phone and mattress. James came quickly, moaning loudly. If Elliot hadn't been lost in lust and arousal, he might've been worried about what Colin would think. Too bad he was already lost in the throes of his own impending orgasm. James' semen dripped own his hand and splattered onto the floor with a loud dripping noise. Elliot began groaning as well, eyes fixed on his mother, staring into her face and her boobs, imagining and longing and wanting nothing more than to be touching them, to be sticking his dick up inside her pussy, to be pumping up in her furiously, until he came gloriously and furiously, splashing his hot seed up through his balls and painting her womb white with his stick babymaker and- "Ohh...oh my...M-Mom, oh Mom! Oh...OH!" Elliot's whole body shuddered, his hand still jerking furiously as a sticky string of semen shot out from his penis like it was fired from a gun. More and more loads of cum began shooting out as he continued madly and furiously stroking. He stroked his dick with a passion, wanting to squeeze every sticky white drop of his cum out, not caring that he was splattering the mattress and had some dripping onto his phone, staining it, not even realizing James was laughing as some of it landed on his friend's thighs and chest. "Ohh...ohh..." Elliot began to come down from his high, sinking back onto his knees, feeling totally drained and incredibly satisfied. His hand was full of his sticky warm semen, and his young balls were equally drained but tickled as he touched it. He'd just had his first orgasm from his mother...and it had easily been the most intense orgasm of his life, no contest. "Elliot...good grief man, you shot out like a gallon of semen...I didn't know you produced that much," James laughed. "Man, the girls would be all over you." His dick was still sensitive, his heart still racing. Elliot barely registered what James was saying, his eyes still on the picture of his mother, his sticky cum-stained hand still absently stroking his spent cock. "Ohh...ohh Mom...ohhhh..." "That...was fun..." James panted. "I came really hard. You?" "That was...intense," Elliot got out and James laughed. "See? Who doesn't enjoy an orgasm? Combined with how taboo it was cause it was your own mother? Dude, that was great. Send me those pictures over Whatsapp. I'm gonna do more fapping of my own at home." "Cool...whatever man..." Elliot said. "Oh...oh shoot, I gotta clean up...you idiot, now we've both got the bed soaked with both your and my semen! Help me clean up! If mom finds out-" "-she'll drop to her knees and give you a blowjob?" "She'll kill me for staining the sheets, more like!" Elliot said. Even as the words left his mouth, the image of his mother on the floor, sucking his cock, entered Elliot's mind, another seed planted with James' persuasive words. Elliot's cock began to grow hard again and even with it jutting out, he rushed to grab tissues. *** Standing at the door, Colin backed away, heart pounding, still unsure of what he'd just seen. "What the fuck?" he whispered. "Did he...did he just...?" *** Author's Note: That concludes the first instalment. Like I said, this is my first story. I did the best I could with it. I'm not interested in my own mother like that, but I do enjoy reading about taboo stories like this and so I wanted to try making one myself. Constructive criticism is appreciated (senseless criticism is not) and of course I love reading roleplays so you can put your own dirty comments if you want to because I would enjoy reading them. With that being said, I may make more installments of this series. If I do, I guarantee you that I will make Elliot and his mom fuck. Don't worry, if the series continues, you will definitely get to see some incestuous fornication. I am bisexual, so I get off on both male and female nudity. However, I may also plan on adding some other characters to the incestuous fun. Colin is one such character, and so is Matthew. Elliot's Mom did mention having once taken three dicks when she was in college, and I think she should recreate that scene with three new college boys - all of whom she'd given birth to. I would also like to throw James into the action, and maybe bring in James' mother and sister if it would fit. For now, we'll see how it goes. Peace! Peer Pressure Pt. 02 A/N: Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments on my first installment! Sorry this took so long! *** Elliot laid back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. His mind was still swimming from the events of the day. He'd never had such a powerful orgasm, not for a long time. He knew he ought to have felt sick, that it was brought about by a woman that he should not be thinking about in a sexual manner: his own mother. The idea itself was so taboo and forbidden, and Elliot had never once got off to or been aroused by thoughts of incest. Yet the more he thought about it, the more excited he got. Images of his mom in her skimpy lingerie were conjured up in his mind. Almost immediately, he felt his dick get hard, and begin to grow. He put a hand over his crotch and closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy and labored. In his mind's eye, he watched as his mother approached him. It was just the two of them, alone in his room. She knelt down as he sat on the bed, legs outstretched. Mentally, he groaned, shaking with arousal as she reached out and touched his hard throbbing cock through his shorts. For his mother to touch him so intimately and so privately, it would have sickened and disgusted him in another time, maybe even traumatized. Now, he felt like a pig, loving every moment of his sick fantasy. "What's this, Elliot?" he heard her say. "You're not supposed to be aroused from your own mother. It's wrong, you know." She smiled seductively, in a way that Elliot had never seen her before in his young life. Hearing her voice unusually sensuous and heavy with lust, he swallowed hard, as she cupped a hand around his balls. "But it feels so good, doesn't it, my dear boy? I know it does...you can lie to me, but your dick tells me the truth. All boys think with their dicks, and yours is telling me that you want your mother. You want to fuck your own mother, don't you, Elliot?" "N-No," Elliot stuttered. "That's...t-that's not – HNG! That's...argh...not...t-ttrue...oh gosh...Mom, no...Mom, please stop...don't make me do this..." With one hand gently squeezing and massaging his balls, and the other running its fingertips down his shaft through the thin material of his shorts, she licked her lips suggestively and leaned her mouth closer to the erection in his pants. "Take it off, honey. Say the words, and I'm all yours. Give in to your desires. You know you want to...the more sick and wrong it is, the more you like it. Take your cock out and show me what Mommy wants." "Oh...gah, Mom, please...please, don't..." "You know you want it. Stop lying to yourself. Take them off." Gingerly, hands shaking, both in real life and in his fantasy, Elliot was peeling his shirt off. His mom put her hand on his chest and he shuddered. In his mind's eye, he felt her cool touch against his feverish skin. He had never felt so vulnerable, completely at the mercy of his smoking hot, seductress of a mother. Her fingertips raked across his bare chest and he shivered; feeling her touching him so intimately was unwittingly causing pleasure to surge through him. His dick, against all odds, had grown even harder. Lying on his bed, shirtless, bare torso glistening with sweat, Elliot slipped his hand into his pants and gripped his dick. Without even realizing it, barely aware of anything he was doing, lost in his own sick incestuous fantasy, Elliot began to stroke his cock. "Take them off, honey. You know you want to..." Elliot swallowed loudly, as he slowly lowered his pants to the floor. His mother's face lit up with satisfaction, and she let out a squeal as she tugged his underwear down. His cock leaped out instantly, throbbing and swinging in the air, jutting out and pointing directly at his own mother's face, hard and ready for action. Elliot would never have imagined he would have his cock out, hard and erect, right in front of his mother's mouth, wanting nothing more and begging her to suck it. She smiled and reached out for her bra strap. Elliot's breathing quickened and his eyes widened as he watched her purposefully slip it off her shoulders, as slowly as possible. He was too meek to do anything, but she could read his mind and reached out for his hand, bringing it close to her tit flesh. He watched, transfixed, as she lowered her bra. It was all still in his fantasy, but in his mind's eye, Elliot though his mother was fucking sexy. She was gorgeous. She was...the perfect woman, for all the wrong reasons. Her breasts were voluptuous and sprightly for her age; her nipples dark and erect, as if begging to be touched and sucked in the cold air. Elliot groaned, gingerly running his fingers over her breasts. Never had he ever touched a woman's breasts before, everything he was seeing in his mind right now was nothing more than a dream he created with all that he had seen on porn. His mom giggled like a little girl; Elliot's dick throbbed when he heard it; and she squeezed her arms, thrusting her boobs out at him. She was loving the look of unadulterated lust on his young face, loving the attention her young and inexperienced son was giving her wholeheartedly. Elliot imagined she hadn't had this much attention from his father since they were both very young. He could see from the look on her face she was just as aroused as he was; that she was craving and needing this more than he did. She lowered her head, her hair flowing down and touching his bare legs. Her lips were inches away from the red tip of his hard dick. She blew on it, and her moist breath on his cock caused him to groan. His whole body twitched and he very nearly shoved his hips forward, so eager to get his cock into her mouth he had barely registered and completely disregarded the fact that she was his mother, the one woman that he knew he should not have or want sucking his cock. But he didn't care. He wanted it so badly. He had never been so aroused in his life. People were going to say it was wrong, they were going to ostracize him. He was sick! Sick! Disgusting and a creep! A monster and a pig for getting aroused from his mother. For wanting to fuck his own mother! To have sexual intercourse with the woman who'd given birth to and raised him since he was young. How could he be blowing loads and ejaculating wads of semen – an act so dirty and inappropriate – to his own mother? Where most boys would feel instinctive sexual attraction to girls, incest was considered so disgusting and wrong because the idea of boys wanting to have sex with their mothers was laughable. A week ago, if someone had told Elliot he'd be dreaming and fantasizing about getting a blowjob from his mother, he'd have been outraged. Now, he wanted nothing more for that dream to be reality. He wanted to shove his hard cock inside his mother's pretty mouth, feel her sweet lips and warm tongue bathing his balls and cock with saliva, wanted to feel his balls ejecting his sticky white semen into his mother's own pussy, the very pussy he had come right out of. Incest was considered so wrong because most boys would, when thinking of their mother, feel instinctive sexual aversion, not arousal. And yet it was the perfect blend of innocence and corruption, purity and depravity. It was beautiful and dirty, loving and lustful. His mind, or what was left in his mind that was civil, was yelling at him that this was wrong. Incredibly wrong. He could go to jail for this. His friends and relatives would shun him for committing such a grave act. He'd never wanted something more in his life. "Say it..." she said, almost sternly. "What do you want your mom to do, Elliot?" Her hair was tickling his legs, his balls and cock aching and throbbing, the frigid air cold on his bare back and arms. Her tits were still hanging out, swinging back and forth in between his legs. Her hand was still on his chest, tickling the space between his armpits and his ribs, her fingertips cold and icy as the blood rushed to his head and nether regions. His brain was so fogged with desire and pleasure that he almost found it hard to speak. "Tell me what you want, Elliot..." "Mom...mom, please..." Elliot tried one last half-hearted attempt at maintaining his innocence, to prevent sinking into depravity. "Tell me you want it, or let your cock do all the talking." She stuck her tongue out, and licked the tip of it. He cried out at the feeling. "Oh fuck...! Mom, mom, please...please suck my cock! Please!" She laughed. "All you had to do was ask." She opened her mouth wide, leaned down and engulfed his cock inside her mouth- Elliot was rudely pulled out his sick fantasy by a couple sharp raps on the door. Realizing he was shirtless, he pulled the covers up to his chin as quickly as he could. "C-Come in." The door opened, and his mother poked her head in. "Elliot? You awake?" He gulped. "Y-Yeah. A-About to go to sleep. What's er...what's up?" She frowned as she stepped in. Taking a seat near his bed, she pulled the covers down slightly, just enough to see that her son wasn't wearing his shirt. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt, Elliot? You don't usually go to bed without a shirt on." "Y-Yeah, I was...I was feeling a little...feverish," he said. "I hope you're not coming down with something," she said, reaching out to touch his chest. He shuddered, trying to repress his erection as she felt her cold hand on his bony chest, her fingers tickling his nipple. "N-No!" he almost shouted at her. "I-I'm fine!" "You're so sweaty, Elliot," she said, concerned. "If you're not feeling alright, maybe you shouldn't go to school tomorrow-" "I said I'm fine," he snapped. "I...um...I just want to go to bed now." She folded her arms. "Okay, Elliot. I just came in to let you know I'll be going out with the girls tomorrow. You'll be at school the whole day, right?" "Y-Yeah. I...uh...I think so." "Good. Also, your father's going away on a business trip in a month or so. He has an important convention to visit in San Francisco and won't be home for a while." "He's leaving?" "Yes, after next month, he will be leaving for a couple weeks. That should be after Matthew returns home." "O-Okay. Cool." "Goodnight, honey." Elliot swallowed, watching her with unbridled lust as she sauntered away, wondering what the hell was wrong with him and how he had become so screwed up in just 24 hours. "Goodnight, Mom." *** Sara Parris was out in the backyard, sprawled over a deck chair by the pool. Sipping from a glass of iced tea, she leant back and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the sun on her bare skin. The weather was warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky – a perfect day for sunbathing by the pool in their backyard. Lounging alongside her, her best friend Renee Johnson tugged the earphones out of her ears. "So, you never told me what went down the other day with Derek." "Oh, didn't I? Hm, I'm not one to kiss and tell," Sara said simply. "Oh, please. Come on, tell me all the juicy details," Renee said, giggling. "Come on...what happened? You can't fool me, I know there was some hanky panky happening and I want to know!" "Let's just say Mom and Dad aren't the only ones to have fucked in their bedroom." "No way! Oh, you are such a slut." "I mean, he wanted to try something racy. I'm not one to turn him down. I can't help being so devilishly charming, you know. I turn heads wherever I go." It was true that Sara had grown up knowing what it was like to be called 'naturally beautiful'. People had often called her a dead ringer for Kaya Scodelario and indeed she had her fair share of attention from the horny boys in her class. She supposed it was in the genes. Both her and her brother James had survived on the good side of puberty, and of course, the spas and pimple cream and tanning salons definitely didn't hurt her. "Where's James?" Renee asked, trying to act casual. "Why do you want to know?" Sara asked. "I didn't see him in the house just now. Is he...not in?" Sara scoffed. It was no secret – to her at least – that Renee was hardcore crushing on her little brother. Sara could never understand why. Renee was always gushing about how strong and lean her brother was, and everytime she came over she'd bat her eyelids flirtatiously, lean forward and thrust her boobs out towards him. She knew her annoying little brother loved the attention though. She, however, just couldn't see the appeal. Throughout her childhood, James had annoyed and irritated her to no end. Hiding her slippers, putting a spider on her pillow, replacing her shampoo with mayonnaise...the typical pranks that annoying younger brothers pulled on their much more mature older sisters. Sara loved her brother, of course, but much of her childhood had been spent babying her little brother, who was often the apple of her parents' eye – as they had really wanted a son – and she'd often been on the sidelines, making sure her brother was happy, that he was alright and she'd very rarely been the subject of attention herself. She supposed he'd have to have matured over the past few years of puberty and adolescence and with the threat of examinations and college looming around the corner, but he'd always had that same old playful streak in him that she'd had to endure all her life, and growing up only seemed to heighten his sense of immaturity. "He's over at Elliot's," Sara said. "Probably coming home any second. Why? Were you expecting him to be home? Is that why you made a show of stepping out of the bathroom in that skimpy excuse for a bikini?" Renee gasped in mock surprise. "How dare you suggest such a thing? I mean...I guess it would be such a shame if he were to just...happen to see me in my new bikini...and I wouldn't exactly stop him from getting a nice eyeful..." "And you call me a slut," Sara said. "Trying to seduce my little brother." "Well, I know you don't like to admit it, but your brother is very good looking, even if he's younger than me! I wouldn't mind getting a chance to really get to know him, if you know what I mean..." "Gosh, Renee, people might think you haven't had sex in years, the way you drool over my brother like that." "Hey, he's packing a nice set of abs, and I think my own pair of mammaries would be very compatible with him. How would you feel if I became your new sister?" "Oh, stop it," Sara laughed. "Come on, we should get dressed. That's enough lounging about for now, we've still got to prepare for the party tonight." "Whoo! Party time!" Renee laughed. "If your brother ain't gonna fuck me, I'm gonna get laid with someone else." "Just don't take Derek from me," Sara said, getting off the chair. "He's going to be paying extra attention to me." "You're not even dating. He's totally available and on the market," Renee pointed out. "I know that." Sara dipped her toe into the pool, wiggling it about. "But anything could happen, and Derek can last for a loooong time. I plan on having some fun tonight, if you know what I mean." The two girls rushed into the house, wrapping their towels around their bodies as they stepped inside. Sara led the way up the stairs, making her way towards her room. Pushing open the door, she wasn't expecting anyone to be inside and jumped, startled. "What are you doing in here?" Standing by her closet, clutching a pair of Sara's floral patterned panties in his hand, James jumped in surprise at their sudden entry. "W-what are you doing out of the pool so early?" "James? What the hell are you doing with my underwear?" Sara demanded. Renee crept up behind her, her breathing shallow. "N-Nothing! I...I was just..." James stuttered. "Give it back, you sick perv!" Sara marched forward and snatched it out of James' hand. "What were you trying to do? Huh?" James tried to laugh it off. "Well, I was just...just, you know..." "You little perv! You weren't going to use them for anything...inappropriate, were you?" "No! No...uh...of course not." "What, you can't get any action of your own? Get out of here! Dumbass." James snickered. "Cool it, Sara. I was just looking around." He made to leave Sara's room, nodding at Renee in greeting as he brushed past her. "Can you believe it? What a little pervert!" Sara said, as Renee closed the door behind him. "Sneaking around in my room with a pair of my undies in his hand! You don't think he was...? Oh, gosh, I don't even want to think about him cranking it in my room. Boys are freaking disgusting." "What I want to know is why he didn't even pay any attention to me!" Renee said. "Can't he see this kickass bikini I'm wearing just for him? His eyes were all on you! Ugh! Unbelievable. You'd think that knowing his hot sister was off-limits he'd want to get it on with the brown chick." *** "Elliot! Hey, ELLIOT! Hello? Anyone in there?" Elliot jumped, blinking stupidly. He'd just been startled out of a rather vivid daydream, another one of the many he'd had in the past week involving him and his mother in unmentionable intimate situations. Ever since the day he'd masturbated to orgasm over the picture of his mother, he could not stop thinking about her in a sexual manner. At first it hadn't been much of a cause for alarm. Elliot had assumed the obsession would pass. The first day had gone by...and he'd orgasmed another three times to her picture. A second day went by and he'd masturbated twice more. And he did so again the next day...and the next day...and the next day... It was a blessing and a curse that a young virile guy like him had more than enough stamina to keep it up and more than enough semen in his balls to unload that he could not stop masturbating over the past week. He hadn't told James about it, nor had he had another...'session' with him like they had that day. His dick was sore from all the sexual activity, and Elliot figured he'd had to have had blown through a whole tissue box by then. It was amazing how the same set of pictures could have such a lasting effect on him. He'd continued spying on his mom, trying to get more pictures of her, but he had been unsuccessful, and the need to find another way to release his pent-up sexual energy was taking a toll on him. "Elliot! I'm talking to you!" "Oh, sorry," Elliot said. "I was...thinking of something." "Yeah, no kidding," Jennifer said crossly. It was only halfway through the school day, and Jennifer, the cute girl in Elliot's class, hovered over him, arms folded in disdain. "You've been looking really unfocused as of late. Is everything alright?" she asked kindly. "I'm fine. Just...family...and stuff." It wasn't untrue. "Alright, well, I wanted to talk to you about our group project." "Our what?" "You know, the project we've been assigned to work on? You, me and Brianna? ...Mr. Manawa assigned everyone partners barely ten minutes ago while you were staring into space? Hello? Ring any bells?" "Oh, yeah...that." Elliot got up from his table, wiping a string of drool from his chin as he made his way out of the class, Jennifer trailing behind him. "I wanted to discuss when and where the three of us should meet up to work on it. I was thinking of the library, but then again, I'm not too comfortable being there. The old man – you know, the librarian – Mr. Homes, he really creeps me out, the way he stares at me. I'd rather we work on the project at my house. You okay with that?" "Wait, you're...inviting me to your place?" Elliot's heart sped up. This was the same girl who'd seen his erection and been kind enough not to tell anyone about it. He'd known her for about a year and a half now Jennifer was a tall, unnaturally pretty girl, with flowing auburn hair, magnificent cheekbones and a fresh ripe bosom to boot. Wearing the low-cut white t-shirt she was now, it wasn't hard at all for Elliot to get a glimpse of them – though something else was – and her pair of skinny jeans adequately accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs. Peer Pressure Pt. 02 He'd had a crush on her for a while, and he'd always dreamt about getting the chance to be with her and be a little more than just...acquaintances. As far as he knew, she thought of him as just another classmate. "Yes, Elliot. I'm inviting you to my place. Perhaps this Sunday? You, me and Brianna? We just have to finish up the presentation and then we're done. I mean, exams are over and the holidays are almost here. I don't think we need to slog too much over it but I still want to get it done and over with as quickly as possible. You cool with coming over this weekend? I'll text you the address." "Sure," Elliot said, swallowing hard, trying to make sure he maintained eye contact. "Brianna on board with it?" "Ugh, Brianna's such a bitch," Jennifer snapped, and Elliot was taken aback. "I thought you girls were friends," he said weakly. "Friends? Not after she slept with my boyfriend...fucking slut." The two of them continued walking down the hallway; students milled around them, rummaging through lockers, talking and chatting and chewing gum. Jennifer led the way, taking their time as they headed down to the cafeteria. Elliot tried to think of something comforting to say to her but as usual, because he had such a way with words and could charm any girl off her feet...he kept silent. "You think you'd know a girl a little better after being friends for so long, but no. That bitch convinced me to break up with him and then fucked him herself. She's fucked, like, almost every guy in class. Except...well you, and Freddie Willis. Because who wants to fuck Freddie Willis?" Elliot laughed weakly. She saw the hurt look on his face and softened. "Hey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put it that way. I'm sure you'll find a good girl some day. You should count yourself lucky that Brianna hasn't set her sights on you. That girl's like a vulture and all you boys are like her prey. If she sets her sights on someone to fuck, she won't rest until she does it. That girl's a beast, and you shouldn't think you're missing out by being one of the only guys not to have had your way with her. The girl's a total slut for boys and she's not afraid to admit that." "Well...uh...I mean, what makes you think I haven't slept with her?" The retort was out of his mouth before he even registered it, but Jennifer just raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, Elliot. I'd know if you have. Brianna brags about all the boys she's fucked as if they're accomplishments. If she fucked you, all the girls would know. The girls of the school operate like a well-oiled system. We have eyes and ears all over the place." Elliot attempted another feeble laugh. "Yeah...I, er...you're right. I was...just making a joke." "Like I said, don't worry about it. You're not missing out," Jennifer said. "I mean, I wouldn't know how good a fuck Brianna would be, but trust me, it's not worth it wasting your first time on a bitch like her when all she cares about is sex." "Uh...first time?" "Elliot, don't insult my intelligence. You're a sweet boy but I know it's your first time." He was silent for a while as they walked down the aisle. "So...has James slept with her yet?" "You could take a leaf out of James' book, Elliot. The guy's got confidence. He had no trouble with Brianna." Elliot faltered again. Even his best friend had gotten to fuck Brianna. "Hey, I mean it. Don't feel bad. You're always so...quiet. You just gotta lighten up more and...be a little more assertive. I'm not trying to change your personality. To each his own, you know. You can still be who you are, but it wouldn't hurt to have a little more confidence," she said encouragingly. "And don't worry about Brianna. I'll handle her this Sunday." "It's okay. She probably won't take notice of me," he said. "I don't know about that. The three of us in one room? Brianna and I have bad blood it's not going to be pretty. And with no one else to talk to, she's going to zero in on the only guy left to flirt with, so you'd better prepare yourself." "Yo, Jen!" Elliot turned around, as a giant of a boy came storming down the aisle towards them. The jock towered over him by at least a head, with large biceps and beefy muscles. Jennifer crossed her arms, looking sour. "What, Brett? I told you to leave me alone." "Come on, girl, don't you wanna get it on with me? Tell you what, tonight, my place. You know you want to, baby girl," he leered. "Brett, my vagina has literally never been drier. Congratu-fucking-lations. If only your dick was half as big as your ego, maybe you'd last a little longer in bed," Jennifer snapped. Brett didn't seem fazed. He leaned in closer to her. "Come on, Jenn, quit being such a frigid bitch. I'm offering you a night with me, you have any idea how many girls would kill for that? What's your deal in the first place?" "My 'deal' is that I don't go out with sexist misogynistic assholes who think the world of themselves. I've already told you 'no', and when a woman says 'no', she damn well means it. Can you go take your stinky ass elsewhere and go bother some other girl?" "I don't take 'no' for an answer, Jenn. What're you playing hard-to-get for?" "Uh, maybe because I really don't want to go out with you. Can you cut it out already?" "Leave her alone." Elliot wasn't sure why he said it. Maybe it was just Jennifer's words getting to him. Maybe it was an unexpected surge of bravery. Brett turned to face him, his face stretched in an ugly leer. "What's it matter to you, huh? Get the hell out of my face." Without warning, the other boy shoved Elliot back. "Hey, back off, buddy." Without warning, Colin was stepping in from out of nowhere, pushing himself in between Elliot and Brett. "No one picks on my brother except for me. So get out of my face, punk," Colin challenged. "Or what? All talk and nothing to back it up? Come on, man. You wanna fight? Let's go! I haven't had a fight all month. I'm itching to go. Come on! Put your fists up, you little bitch-" Brett didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Colin's fist swung across his face, nailing the former with a wicked right cross. Brett stumbled back, groaning in pain. Jennifer clung to Colin. "No, stop!" "Shoo!" Colin yelled. Lunging up, he slammed into Brett, who stumbled back against a water cooler. "Elliot! Tell your brother to stop!" Jennifer said. Elliot – who wanted nothing more to do with any of this – rushed up and grabbed his older brother by the arm. "Colin, wait, stop!" Colin looked to be in a bad mood. He had been for the whole week, to be honest. He'd had black eyerings, as if he hadn't been sleeping well, and Elliot had noticed as of late that he wasn't the only one who seemed to be hiding something from the rest of the family. Elliot had had to avoid furtive glances at his mother after his newfound obsession with her. And Colin had been awkward at meal times too. It was all very odd. And it looked like Colin had a lot of pent-up anger he wanted to take out, with Brett being the perfect target at the wrong place in the wrong time. "Piss off, E! I can take him," Colin said. He turned back just in time for Brett's fist to catch him in the jaw. He and Elliot stumbled back as Brett lunged forward, fists raised to pummel Brett into the ground. "STOP! Stop this right now! Break it up, boys!" Jennifer took a step back, wide-eyed, as a teacher rushed down the hallway, past rows of staring students, to the three of them. "Break up this fight right now! You're all in big trouble!" *** "Dude, whatever. Okay? You don't gotta keep apologizing about it. I wasn't going to miss any useful lessons anyway," Colin said. "I just...it was my fault we both got suspended," Elliot said. "Mom's going to kill us." Colin looked away at the mention of their mother. "Yeah...whatever. Really, I mean, who cares if we miss school? I wanted to play truant anyway." Elliot was sullen. He was secretly really thankful that Colin had stepped in – he'd seen a whole new side to Colin that he hadn't seen before; the protective, older-brother side to him that he'd liked – but it had only resulted in both of their suspensions. "Don't worry about it, Elliot. I don't mind missing school for a day. It's just one day, what's Mom and Dad gonna do? Matter of fact, this is great for me. I'm gonna go down to the pier and hit the arcade. You go home first and...take a shower. You look like crap and warm water's gonna do good for you." "Yeah...thanks man. Seriously, Colin, I appreciate you sticking your neck out for me." "Yeah, yeah, alright, no need to get all mushy on me, little bro. Get out of here, I'll see you back home." Colin turned to leave, and before he did so, he opened his mouth one more time, as if to ask Elliot another question. But he seemed to think better of it, and eventually closed his mouth again and hurried off. *** "Maria, what's wrong, hun? Did you not like the lingerie I got you?" "Huh? Oh, no, Em, I loved it! It just...it just doesn't seem to have much of an effect on David." Elliot's mother – Maria – was sitting at a roadside café, absentmindedly stirring a cup of coffee. Her two best friends since high school, Em and Nancy, were on either side. Em, a sprightly and easygoing individual shoved her playfully. "Having problems spicing up your sex life? Girl, this is why you need me to help." Nancy, the stern and bookish prude of the group, glared disapprovingly at Em over the top of her white-rimmed glasses. "Em, don't you dare corrupt our dear Maria. You're still single whereas she's the mother of three very impressionable teenage boys and we don't need you putting any silly ideas into her head." "I'm more than mature enough to handle my own problems, thank you, ladies," Maria laughed. "Has David not been treating you right, honey?" Nancy asked kindly. "Ah, you know husbands. When they got all old and fat, they just...you know, become more obsessed with their work and television and hanging out with the guys...and less about their wives. Once we become old and baggy, it's like we're old news...old toys to be thrown out once they've had their fun." "David not good in bed anymore?" Em asked, even as Nancy stared daggers at her. "It's just..." Maria sighed. "I haven't had good sex in...a really long time. I know, it's not really a topic a mother should discuss, especially since I'm getting old." "Nonsense! You're not old! Besides, if you're old, that means I'm old too, and I refuse to accept that!" Em said, in mock surprise. "I'm telling you, honey, you look just as beautiful as the day you got married to that chump. David's a fool if he doesn't treat you right, or cherish you for who you are, especially after you've been together for so long and have three children." "He's becoming a sort of workaholic. He just...throws himself into his work and forgets about me. I mean, I don't want to have sex every day but I do miss it. A woman has needs, and I'm just tired of going to bed without him..." "Perhaps marriage therapy will help?" Nancy suggested. "Well, you need something, that's for damn sure," Em said. "How's your sex life then, Em?" Maria asked, grinning. "Since you're so...adventurous." "Well, you know me. No husband, no children, I'm never going to settle down. I go from place to place. You know, the occasional one-night stand with a cute guy at the bar or a handsome co-worker." "You've not changed since our teenage years, have you?" Nancy asked, half-smiling. "What about you, you old cougar?" Em asked, laughing. "I am perfectly happy concentrating on my own work, honey," Nancy said matter-of-factly. "I'm still working on the manuscript of my latest project. And Howie's just as he's always been. We don't get too...crazy in the bedroom. And my two boys Simon and Gabriel are good, Christian gentlemen." "Hm. They're teenagers too, aren't they? Your boys seeing anyone?" "Simon's still in university and Gabriel's in high school. As far as I know, they're not seeing any girls. Besides, they'd need to get past me first if they want to start dating," Nancy said sternly. "Oh, who are you kidding, Nancy? They're young, hung and dumb! I'd bet my right eye that they've gone out with girls behind your back, and maybe they even took it a step further..." Nancy rolled her eyes. "Say what you want, Em. I trust my boys. You know, not every guy's a sex maniac like you would like them to be." "And what about your boys, Maria? They seeing anyone?" Em asked. Maria shrugged. "I...uh...I don't really know. I know Colin's dated his fair share of girls but no girlfriend he's had for a particularly long time. My youngest Matthew's still too young, in my opinion, and he's at Scouts' camp right now. And Elliot's way too meek and shy to be dating anyone." "If you want, I could help your boy Elliot out. I've been told I'm very good at matchmaking," Em said winking. Maria laughed. "Absolutely not. Now, excuse me ladies. I've gotta go home now; still stuff to be done." "Hope you find a solution to your sex problem, honey!" Em called out behind her. *** Elliot stood in the bathroom, staring back at his chest in the mirror. Suspended from school for two days...for a fight he hadn't even started...how dumb. How was his Mom going to react? She'd reprimand him like no tomorrow. Well, at least now he was home alone, early from school. If he hadn't been suspended he wouldn't be back for almost three hours. Now he had some extra time for gaming. He tried to put the idea of masturbating out of his mind. He had to wean himself off of his obsession with his mother, surely it was unhealthy. He'd taken his shirt off to examine his wounds from earlier. He could handle a beating, honestly. It was as the phrase went – sticks and stones may break my bones but words can cause permanent psychological damage to a person's confidence and self-esteem. He had a sporting bruise on his shoulder but it didn't look too bad. Brett packed a punch but Elliot was thankful that it wasn't much worse than it was right now. Taking his pants off, he turned and got in the shower. Jets of water streamed out, spraying him down from head to toe. *** Downstairs, Maria was just locking the front door behind her. Her boys wouldn't be back home for a couple hours or so, she had enough time to relax before preparing dinner. Her mind was still elsewhere, brooding over Em's words. Maybe her old friend was right? There had to be some way for her to improve her sex life. David seemed to have little to no interest in her anymore, and yet she was hornier than ever. She wanted to have sex. That was all there was to it. She didn't need some dumb marriage therapist to tell her the obvious, and she highly doubted their advice would be of much help. She'd just have to find some way to solve her own problem. The dark, racy side of her – the side that Em would be proud of – was telling her, "Maria, you need to get laid. You need a wild, wet fuck. You've gotta feel a cock poking you in the pussy again; a young hard cock, just like David's used to be. You know you've never felt more alive than you did when you were playing around in the bedroom. If David won't help you out, get out there and find a man that will!" The prudish, maternal side of her – the side Nancy would be proud of – was telling her the opposite. "Think of your children, Maria. How would they feel if they knew their mother was cheating on their father, that she was going out to have sex with another man because she was horny? They'd lose all respect for you. Your children would think you a disgrace. Just talk to David; have a nice conversation and talk it all out. It's what's best, it's what's right." "Fuck that," Maria-Em snapped inside her head. "Who gives a shit what's right? I'll tell you, once you're lost in a mindblowing orgasm, you'll know it feels right." "You're supposed to be a mother," Maria-Nancy retorted. "And mothers don't act like whores. Sex isn't everything." "It certainly feels good," Maria-Em said. "I agree," the real Maria said out loud, ending the discussion in her head. Fuck it, she thought. If David won't pay attention to me, I say we go out tomorrow night and find someone who will appreciate me. "Your boys!" Maria-Nancy cried out in despair. "What would they think?" "They'd love to know their mommy's a hot cougar," Maria-Em said. "At least talk it out with your husband first. Give him a chance," Maria-Nancy pleaded. "Fine," Maria sighed to herself. "I'll talk to David again tonight, see if he's...if he still wants me. If not, I'm going out tomorrow night, I'm going to don Em's lingerie and I'm going to get laid." Her mind still fresh with the bickering voices of her imaginary friends, Maria laid her handbag down by the coffee table. Slumping down on the couch, she slowly slipped her jacket and shirt off, getting ready to strip down to her underwear for a hot bath. "The boys won't be home for a while," Maria muttered to herself. "Maybe...maybe I should..." Maria dropped her skirt to the floor. Putting a hand to her black panties, she touched the edge of her vagina hesitantly. "It has been a while since I...since I did it myself...I usually wait for David but he hasn't touched me in months, the dumb prick!" She sighed, lying back on the sofa, her legs outstretched and dangling over the side. "I feel like my whole life is some dumb erotic porn script. Lonely woman...workaholic husband...only thing missing is the hot young stud who wants to fuck this sad excuse of a MILF." Laughing to herself, she slipped a finger inside her own vagina. Closing her eyes, keeping her mind blank, she began to pleasure herself. *** Elliot stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he moved to the closet, looking for a pair of clean underwear to put on. Still lost in thought about the events from today, and thinking about the girl drama he was going to have to deal with when working with Brianna and Jennifer, he almost didn't hear the sounds coming from downstairs. His ears perked up and he frowned. There was a weird sound coming from the living room. It sounded like...groaning? His mother wasn't due home for a while, was she? Who else could be home? His dad would be out the whole day, it most certainly wasn't Matthew and Colin had gone off to the arcade... Elliot was seized with fear. It couldn't be a burglar, could it? Scared, he tiptoed over to the door. He really wasn't looking forward to another beating. There shouldn't have been anyone else in the house except for him. Forcing himself to be brave, he opened the door and slipped out as quietly as he could. Holding his towel up with one hand, the other on the wall, he shivered, shirtless in the cold, hoping against hope that he'd just imagined the noise. Nope, there it was again. It sounded...like moaning. Was someone in pain? With bated breath, Elliot peered around the corner. What he saw next nearly made his heart stop. His mother was laid out on the couch, legs spread wide open. She had both hands on her...on her vagina...and she was rubbing it vigorously. Her head was cocked back, lipstick-stained lips wide open in a loud moan as she fingered herself with surprising ferocity. Elliot's breath hitched in his throat, watching her heaving breasts rise up and down with each moan. They were...larger than he'd remembered in the photos. They were barely concealed – Em's skimpy lingerie was definitely not family friendly – and Elliot felt his throat go dry, looking at his...looking at his mom's breasts. He could feel his arousal growing. Leaning against the wall, he watched, transfixed, his brain fogged with dimwitted confusion. Elliot tried to speak. His mouth opened and closed feebly but no sound came out, his eyes fixated on his mom's perky breasts, hardly concealed by her lacy black bra. They were round and inviting, nipples hard and pointing out through the thin fabric, as if begging to be touched and sucked. So succulent...and tantalizing... Peer Pressure Pt. 02 How long he stood there, he didn't know. He wasn't aware of what to do or what he was doing. Drunken with visual enticement, he stayed where he was, watching, silent and in awe. Out of the blue, his mom stopped. Her eyes flew open and she stared directly back at him – and screamed. "Elliot!" He jumped back, nearly dropping his towel. His whole body was shaking, both from staring at her and the fear and shock of being discovered. "Uh...I...Mom-" "How long have you...what are you doing back here?!" His mom's eyes were red, and so were her cheeks. Flushed with humiliation and shame, she tried feebly to cover herself up. "Elliot! Room! Now! Get out of here! Stop staring!" she yelled. Elliot stuttered. "I..." "Go! Go and don't come out until dinnertime, young man!" Maria choked out a mortified sob, burning with embarrassment. She sank her face into her hands, her whole body shaking. She could hear Elliot leaving, running up the stairs, and the door to his room slamming. She shuddered, tears of hot shame leaking out. "Oh...gosh, what have I done? He must...he must have been so...traumatized..." His hard-on was tenting the towel. There was no doubt that his mother had seen it. Barely aware of what he was doing, driven on by lust and hormones, Elliot let the towel fall, his erection springing free. Taking hold of it, completely disregarding his earlier vow not to jerk off, he began to masturbate, conjuring up images of what he'd just seen in his mind. Image after image of his mother, lying there on the sofa, naked and legs spread wide open, over and over and over again. "Oh...oh...oh, Mom..." His hand was moving faster and faster between his legs, up and down his shaft like nobody's business. He could feel the familiar sensation of his balls contracting, his muscles tensing up and his dick twitching. With a loud, barely suppressed groan, he let it all out. Jet after jet of semen shot out from his dick. He pressed his bare back up against the wall, groaning and moaning and panting with the effort. His whole body glistening with bathwater and sweat, he sank to the floor, cum dribbling down his fist and balls. Sitting in a puddle of his own semen – the disgusting product of his sick and incestuous lust – he closed his eyes, recovering, aglow with carnal satisfaction. "I've got a problem," Elliot said to himself, confirming it. "Oh gosh...I think...I think I want to fuck my own mother." *** A/N: First 'real' sexual encounter up next chapter! Thanks for reading!