Natural Hormone Therapy 3 (Taboo Erotica) (NHT) Read online

  Natural Hormone Therapy 3

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2016 by Anya Merchant

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers. None of the characters engaging in sexual conduct in this work of fiction are under the age of 18, legally unable to give consent, or related by blood.

  Contents

  Natural Hormone Therapy 3

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 1

  Ben wasn’t sure what he’d been dreaming about, but he liked it. All of him liked it, and as he pulled himself out of bed, he was a little amused at the elasticity of his boxer briefs.

  Every morning had been like this, since the start of his therapy. It was odd, occasionally a little inconvenient, but overall, a small price to pay for having his life back.

  He took care of hygiene things in the bathroom, threw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs. The smell of cooking breakfast, sausage, eggs, and something else that smelled heavenly, met him on the way down.

  Alexa was in the kitchen, still dressed in her pajamas from the night before, which on this morning, consisted of a tiny pair of booty shorts and an insubstantial white t-shirt. Ben gawked at her for a second as he made his way over to the table.

  Her dark blonde hair was a little messy, though diagnosing it as a case of bedhead would have been like pointing out how a supermodel’s shoes didn’t match her outfit. Alexa was gorgeous, though Ben wasn’t supposed to notice things like that.

  “Good morning, honey.” She turned to smile at him, spatula still in hand. Her large breasts hung loosely underneath the shirt’s fabric, and Ben could make out the slightest hint of nipple.

  He felt spellbound in front of her, even though he’d seen her like this, and occasionally in even further stages of undress, on almost every day of his life that he could remember. Alexa yawned and stretched her arms in an exaggerated movement over her head, causing her t-shirt to slide up far enough to expose her navel, and drawing attention to her bare thighs and perfect butt.

  “Good morning.” He smiled at her and then quickly made a beeline for one of the stools near the counter. He was still aroused from his dream, and there was no sense in letting her see that, even if…

  Even if things had changed between them over the past few days. Even if now, his arousal was, at least in part, her responsibility. Even if there was a chance that he could talk her into helping him out with it, and turn a relatively humdrum morning into something illicit and exciting.

  “Did you sleep okay?” asked Alexa.

  “Well enough,” said Ben. “I was exhausted after yesterday.”

  It had been the second day of rehearsals for the theater production Ben was, still to his own shock, staring in. And it had been the first day of contact intimacy therapy, the first time he’d felt his stepmother intentionally, well, do what she’d done.

  He couldn’t even think the words in the silent, sealed off confines of his head. It wasn’t because of shame, or at least, not solely because of it. There were other emotions preventing him from thinking about it, harder emotions to shelve into the library of his persona neatly. This was something that he was doing with her, his stepmom, the only mother he’d ever known. It was a part of their life now.

  “Yeah,” said Alexa. “It was… quite the day.”

  She met his eye with a devilish smile on her face. The room felt hot and bothered. Ben slowly straightened so that he was sitting upright against the counter. Seconds went by, with both of them doing little else but watching each other, thinking potentially dirty thoughts.

  Alexa turned away first, as though putting the power she had, both over him and over her own emotions, on show. She focused on the food and began quietly humming as she stirred scrambled eggs and rolled sizzling sausages.

  “Mom,” said Ben.

  She glanced over her shoulder, smiling a sweet smile at him in acknowledgment.

  “I have rehearsal again this morning,” he said.

  Alexa began scooping the food off the pan and moving it onto two waiting plates.

  “Okay, sweetie,” she said. “I have some errands to run, but aside from that, I’ll be around for most of the day.”

  She walked around the counter to bring him his food, stepping in closer to him than she probably should have. Ben shifted on the stool. He still had a rock hard erection jutting out against the confines of his pants, and at this new angle, it was practically aimed at her.

  “Okay,” he said. “That’s good.”

  He wanted to ask her about his therapy. Alexa set the plate down in front of him, and Ben felt more than saw her eyes flick down to his bulge. He wanted to ask her, but there was a power in the words, a power he’d be giving to her.

  “Yes,” said Alexa, slowly. “I’ll just be hanging around here, if you need anything.”

  Ben slid off the stool. He was inches away from her, close enough that his cock was almost grazing against the inside of her leg. He met her gaze for an unbelievably hot, tense, erotically charged moment, and then slowly leaned in.

  His mother turned her face at the last second, letting out a tiny, embarrassed giggle. His lips landed against her cheek.

  “Ooh, sweetie,” she cooed. “You are feeling very loving this morning, aren’t you?”

  She pulled Ben into a soft, motherly hug. It still felt erotic, and rather than defusing the tension, he now felt his hard erection sliding against her stomach. The tiny outfit Alexa had on was barely enough to keep her covered, and Ben could feel the warmth of her body underneath, a sensation that was as sexual as anything could be when two people pressed together.

  “I’m feeling all of my love for you this morning, mom,” he whispered. He kissed her again on the cheek, and then on the neck, letting his cock grind into her as he pulled her tighter against him.

  “Oh,” she said. “Honey.”

  She pulled back slightly and locked eyes with him. Her lips turned up into a teasing smile that fit her gorgeous oval face perfectly. Her sparkling blue eyes glittered with a dozen different emotions, shame and illicit excitement being predominant.

  “I think you’re going to need your treatment before you head off to rehearsal,” she said, in a chastising voice. “It won’t due for you to be walking around outside like that.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Alexa led Ben into the living room with one hand, pulling him forward slowly. It was an authoritative and motherly gesture, but it was also somewhat girlish. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling with blushed cheeks.

  Watching her made Ben rock hard. It was as though he was a boy again, experiencing pornography and his own sexual urges for the first time. He had butterflies in his stomach and a shaft of quivering wood between his legs.

  He sat down on the couch and stared at his mother, blinking a few times as though testing, ensuring that it wasn’t a dream. Alexa slowly k
nelt down in front of him, smoothing out wrinkles in her tiny t-shirt as she did.

  “Your pants,” she said in a soft, shy voice.

  “Oh. Right.” Ben squirmed out of his pants, feeling a bit silly. He met his mom’s eye. She was watching him and waiting for something. He still had his boxers on.

  It was embarrassing for him. She was his mother, and even though he needed her touch, even though he wanted it to happen, the idea of pulling his underwear down in front of her felt perverted and strange. Was it the same for his treatment, he wondered? Was it the same for lusting after her as he had been? He knew the answer to both questions, but he didn’t let himself linger on it.

  Ben pulled his boxers down. His cock stood at attention like an happy dog, waiting eagerly for its daily walk. It pointed at his mom, as though picking her out from everything else in the room as the thing that it wanted the most.

  Alexa reached out and touched it. That first moment of contact sent an explosion of erotic pleasure bursting through Ben’s body. He arched up off the couch slightly, and Alexa gripped his cock harder, as though using it as a handle to keep him under control.

  “Oh, god, mom,” he said, breathing heavy. “Wow!”

  Alexa laughed.

  “You have the cutest reactions,” she said. “I forget how much of a teenager you are sometimes. Full of hormones and excitement.”

  She slowly stroked her hand along his cock as she spoke. Ben leaned his head back. Fireworks of pleasure exploded inside his skull. If felt good. It felt incredible. He wanted to feel her touch and listen to her talk, forever. He wanted more than that, to feel more of her if he could.

  Ben bit his lip and tried to pull his thoughts back. There was such a thing as going too far. What they were doing was part of his doctor approved intimacy therapy. There was no chance of them taking it further, and even if there were, it would be wrong. She was his mother.

  “Does that feel good, sweetie?” asked Alexa.

  “Oh yeah…” moaned Ben. “It’s perfect.”

  She slid in closer to the couch, and in doing so, brought her face within inches of Ben’s cock. He felt a chill run up his spine as he thought about what her new position would let her do. Her lips were the color of strawberries, and she’d turned them up into a gentle smile.

  And then, everything changed. There was a knock on the living room window, the one that Alexa usually hurried to pull the curtains across each time before Ben’s therapy. It was directly across from Ben, with nothing obstructing his view, and he could recognize the face of the person standing on the other side of it.

  “Fuck!” Ben leaped up to cover himself, feeling his heart do the same inside his chest. His mom scooted back and made a startled noise. Jessie, standing in her perfect vantage point outside, watched them with her jaw slacked open.

  Ben pulled on his boxers, feeling his face heating up to an embarrassing degree. There was nothing fun or sexual about the situation anymore. The reality of it had been thrown in his face in a single abrupt moment. He and his mom were doing something, something shameful and perverted. And someone had seen them doing it. Someone else knew and had gained the right to form opinions on what was supposed to be a private, family matter.

  He still had a hard on as he pulled up his pants and made his way to the door, but sex was the last thing on Ben’s mind. Alexa stood a few feet behind him, blushing and nervously chewing on her lip. He threw open the door and saw Jessie standing on the other side of it. She looked every bit as embarrassed as they did.

  “I was just stopping by to see if you wanted to walk to rehearsal together!” she announced, almost shouting. “I’m sorry!”

  She stared down at her feet. Jessy was cute in a homely sort of way. She had voluptuous curves, bordering on the edge of chubbiness, with red hair and a pretty, freckled face. She was Juliette's understudy in the play, and at the last rehearsal, she’d taken things further than Ben, or anyone in the cast, had expected her to.

  “Invite her in,” said Alexa. “She can wait in the living room while you get ready.”

  Ben shot his mom a confused look but nodded slowly after a second.

  “Come on in, Jessie,” he said. “I should only be a minute, or so.”

  Jessie seemed to regain a bit of her composure as she stepped into the house. Alexa gestured for her to sit in one of the chairs, and not the couch that she and Ben had been occupying a moment earlier.

  “Alright,” said Ben. He looked at Jessie, and then at his mom, as though unsure about leaving them alone together. “I’ll be back down soon.”

  Getting away from Jessie and his mother, even if only for a second, sent a wave of relief flooding over him. He could think the situation through. He could think about how to explain it to her in a way that would keep the truth obscured.

  He could think about how impossible that would be to do, and how he and his mother were completely, and utterly exposed.

  CHAPTER 3

  A tense, awkward silence hung over the living room when Ben came back downstairs. His mom was sitting on the couch, smiling cheerfully enough. Jessie looked composed and had her arms crossed, which did not seem like the best of signs.

  “Ready to go?” he asked. Jessie nodded quickly and stood up.

  “Well, it was nice meeting you, Jessie,” said Alexa.

  “Nice meeting you too, Mrs. Murdock!” Jessie practically bolted for the door.

  Ben caught his mom’s eye for a second, trying to get a sense of her take on the situation. She looked worried and ashamed. He closed his eyes and forced a reassuring smile onto his face.

  “I’ll be home after rehearsal, mom,” he said.

  “Okay,” she said. “Have fun, honey.”

  She wanted to say more than just that, but Ben could see her holding back. It wasn’t the time for them to talk about it. But they would have to, eventually.

  Ben left the house and hurried after Jessie, who was already halfway down the street. He fell into stride beside her and took a slow breath.

  “So, uh…” He said, scratching his head. “Do you think you’ll get to play Juliette again today?”

  The look Jessie shot him was more of a rebuke than any words could have been.

  “Am I supposed to act like I didn’t just see the two of you…?” She trailed off. “What the hell, Ben?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

  “You mom was-“ Jessie was almost shouting, and she gritted her teeth and brought the volume of her voice to a lower level. “She was giving you a… handjob.”

  Ben winced, feeling his entire face heat up.

  “What are you talking about?” he said. “Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but-“

  “I know what I saw, Ben!”

  Ben stopped in midstep and pulled her off the sidewalk. They were next to an old building that used to be a restaurant, and he dragged her around to the back parking lot, out of sight and earshot of anyone that might have been around.

  “You don’t know what you saw!” he hissed. “My mom and I… It’s like, a medical thing. I don’t know what you think you saw, but what we were doing was prescribed to me by a doctor.”

  Jessie’s face was skeptical.

  “That’s ridiculous,” she said.

  “It’s the truth!”

  She looked down thoughtfully at his crotch.

  “Are you still hard right now?”

  Ben blinked.

  “What?” He almost laughed. “Are you-“

  Jessie stepped forward and set her hand on his crotch.

  “Because if you are,” she said. “Then I call bullshit on it being a medical procedure.”

  Ben’s cock was still somewhat erect, and he felt Jessie’s hand massaging it toward full-blown hardness.

  “That makes no sense,” he said.

  Jessie slowly sank to her knees in front of him. This was what turned Jessie on. Ben had learned about her kinkiness last rehearsal. Sex in public, in front of
other people, if possible, was what got her off. He looked around. It was impossible to see the sidewalk from where they were, and trees cut off the area further behind the building, but still…

  “You’re still hard, right now,” she said softly. “From your own mother. That’s disgusting!”

  She unzipped Ben’s jeans and then pulled his cock out of his boxers with deft movements.

  “Jessie, hold on!” he said. “We’re going to be late for-“

  She interrupted him by giving his cock a wet, passionate kiss. All thought left Ben’s head as her tongue and lips moved against his member, sending electric pleasure through his body like some kind of erotic spell.

  Jessie stopped after a second and looked up at him again.

  “Are you imagining that it’s your mom doing this, Ben?”

  “Shut up.” He glared at her, and Jessie let out a sinister laugh. She moved back in close and kissed his cock again, and again.

  “You’re just…” He focused through the pleasure. “You get turned on by doing things like this in public places. That’s just as bad.”

  Jessie ran her lips up the length of his cock a few times fast and then pulled back and looked up at him.

  “Is it, Ben?” she asked. He blushed, as though in answer to her question.

  She seemed to let it drop, and set her focus and her mouth back onto Ben’s cock. Jessie knew how to give head, and despite everything that’d happened that morning, Ben did find himself enjoying it.

  She would suck slowly for a few back and forward bobs, and swirl her tongue and lips over Ben’s shaft with surprising speed. The contrast made Ben’s heart skip a beat. He wished she was naked, and he wished they were somewhere less conspicuous, like in a bed in a private room.

  Jessie used all of her mouth when it came to sucking. Her lips and tongue worked in unison, sucking, massaging, sometimes even tickling. Her thumb and forefinger were curled around the base of Ben’s shaft, and she’d give it a soft squeeze every now and then, as though trying to pull it further out of his body.