Steady Stimulation (Taboo Erotica) Read online

  She didn’t even notice, or so it seemed. Emily ran a hand through his hair and stood up, walking over to the door, her hips swaying from side to side as she did.

  “Breakfast will be ready soon,” she said. “We’ll have to do everything we can to enjoy the next couple of days. It will just be the two of us.”

  Justin nodded slowly. His mom left, and he slammed his head back into his pillow, cringing at the warm wet mess he’d made and feeling like a disgusting pervert.

  “This can’t be happening…” he muttered. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

  He took a shower, washing his body clean and wishing he could do the same for his mind. Justin rationalized away the incident the best he could. He’d been having a sex dream, his mom had woken him up, and it had been an accident.

  It wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t my fault, it just happened. She was wearing that stupid sexy nightgown, and she was on my bed.

  As he thought about how she’d looked, and how soft her hand had felt, his cock started to harden again. Justin glared down at it and began to feel the type of frustration that only a horny teenage male at the mercy of off limits temptation can understand.

  He dried himself off, roughly scrubbing his erection in hopes that he could convince it to go back into hibernation. It didn’t, and after Justin had thrown on a t-shirt and some sweatpants, he cursed down at his conspicuous bulge.

  Whatever. It’s not my fault, and it’s not Mom’s fault, either. Just have to make the best of it.

  Justin walked downstairs, hobbling over slightly in a futile attempt to reduce the visibility of his excited state. His mother was finishing up at the stove, scooping eggs and bacon onto a plate. She’d put on an apron over her nightgown, and it accentuated her already noticeable features.

  “Here you go honey.” She smiled at him, dropped a slice of buttered toast on the plate to complete the arrangement, and then passed it to him. Justin smiled back at her and felt a small part of him relax inside.

  She’s still my mom, and things are still normal between this. It’s me and my hormones that are making things weird, not her.

  “Thanks, mom,” he said.

  “Is there any hot water left? I need to take a shower, too.”

  “There should be.”

  Emily nodded and headed upstairs. Justin sat down at the kitchen table and ate his meal slowly. He even started to calm down a little. There was snow outside for him to shovel, which would keep him busy and out of the house, and he could play video games in his room if things started to get weird again.

  The shower started running upstairs. Justin finished his food and brought his plate over to the sink. He’d just begun to gather up his winter outerwear when he heard his mom’s voice from the bathroom.

  “Justin? There’s no towel in here, can you grab me one?”

  “Yeah, sure thing mom.”

  He headed for the linen closet, grabbed a towel, and then went upstairs. He hesitated for a second before opening the door.

  I’ll just open it slightly, and then pass it through. No need to make this weird.

  “Justin?”

  Justin put his hand on the knob, and slowly opened the door.

  CHAPTER 5

  Steam spilled out from the bathroom, completely obscuring Justin’s view. He moved to drop the towel, and then opened the door a little wider.

  I can’t see anything. I guess there’s no harm in me bringing it up to the shower curtain.

  Justin slipped through the door. The bathroom wasn’t that large, and he walked toward the bathroom with small, cautious steps. He’d just started to reach for where he thought the curtain was when he walked into a head on collision with his naked mother.

  “Ooh!” Emily let out a squeal that sounded just as surprised as Justin felt. She wavered, losing her balance slightly, and then fell forward against him.

  “Whoa!” Justin’s foot caught as he tried to step away from her and he fell backward onto his butt. His mom fell on top of him, and for a moment, neither of them said anything.

  She’s naked, and she’s on top of me.This can’t be happening.

  Justin reached his hand up and felt it touch something soft, wet, and heavenly. He couldn’t see anything, but it didn’t take mental calculus to figure out that he was groping his mother’s breast.

  “Oh,” moaned Emily. “Sorry about that, sweetie.”

  She made no move to climb off of her son. Justin’s cock was rock hard in an instant, as though he’d thrown a lever or pressed a switch. He squeezed his mom’s breast and felt her plant a soft, warm kiss on the side of his neck.

  Justin felt like a possessed man. He pushed his hips upward, his aching cock searching for home through the fabric of his boxers and sweatpants. One of his hands reached around and took hold of one of his mom’s soft, perfectly shaped buttocks.

  Emily, for her part, didn’t do anything to stop it. Her body was still dripping wet, and it almost seemed as though she was using Justin to dry off. She rubbed herself along him, parting her thighs and jiggling her breasts against his chest and face.

  Justin’s hands moved with a mind f their own. He pulled his sweatpants down as much as he could, freeing his erection and letting it press against his mom’s stomach. She let out a sharp gasp, and a bit of an awareness of reality and what was happening came back to him.

  She’s my mother! I can’t do this!

  The steam began to settle, and Justin could see her face again. His mom met his eyes and slowly licked her lips. Justin started to turn his gaze down on her naked body, and in an instant, the situation felt real again.

  “Whoops!” said his mother. “That was quite the fall!”

  She hopped back up to her feet and pulled the towel around her in an elegant, modest movement. Justin sat up, staring down at himself. He was wet from where his mom had made contact with him, and painfully excited.

  “Well…” He pulled himself to his feet. “There’s the towel. I should head out now.”

  Emily smiled mischievously at him.

  “Of course, honey,” she said.

  It was several seconds before Justin’s legs began to work again, and another few after that for him to drag his feet out the door. He closed the door softly behind him, wanting nothing more than to take one last peek at her, and headed down the hallway.

  CHAPTER 6

  Justin had a plan and did everything he could to stick to it. It was simple enough. He’d wanted to do as much video gaming as he could over the vacation, anyway. With too much snow outside for him to make his shift at work, it was the obvious way to spend the day.

  And it’s safe. No shame in playing video games.

  There were a lot of people online. He tried to focus as much as he could on playing well and keeping his team alive. It was almost impossible for him to concentrate, given the circumstances. His cock screamed for attention, and thoughts of his mother were never far from his mind.

  “Justin?” Emily called, from downstairs. “Can you help me with something?”

  “I… I’m in the middle of a match, mom.”

  “Please? It will only take a second.”

  Justin didn’t say anything. The last thing that he wanted, by far, was to put himself in close proximity to his mother again. But he also knew that there was no way he could avoid her, or whatever was happening between the two of them, forever.

  “I’ll give you a reward afterward, sweetie,” said his mother, her voice light and sweet.

  Justin exited the match, set the controller down, and headed downstairs.

  I’ll just see what she wants and then head back up to my room.

  His cock was rock hard by the time he reached the bottom step. Emily was in the kitchen, standing in front of one of the cabinets. She was wearing another tiny robe, and as she turned to look over her shoulder at Justin, the front billowed open, giving him the briefest glimpse of one of her breasts.

  “The child lock is stuck on the bottom cabinet,” said his
mom. “Can you help me get it open?”

  She smiled at him and then pulled at the cabinet door in front of her to demonstrate what she meant. The child lock was caught on the inner lip of the cabinet, preventing the door from opening more than an inch. Emily pulled the door and slammed it shut a few times, trying to slip it free.

  “Sure, let me give it a try.” Justin took a deep, calming breath, and walked over to the cabinet. His mother stepped aside, standing close enough to him for Justin to be able to feel her body heat, and smell the scent of the shampoo she’d been using in the shower.

  He pulled with all his strength, but the door resisted with the stubborn insistence of a mule wearing lead boots. After a couple of seconds, he let go of the handle and took a step back.

  “It won’t open,” he said.

  “That’s why I called out down here.” His mother closed the already short distance between them and set a hand on his chest. “Maybe… we could try together?”

  There was a hint of something in her words that said more than anything else could. Justin felt the temperature of the room skyrocket and tried to keep his emotions in check as he faced his gorgeous, barely clothed mother.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ll be in front,” she said. “You grab onto me, and pull. Just pull as hard as you can, and really give it everything you have.”

  Justin felt an excited shiver run up his spine.

  This is a bad idea!

  “Is there any way you can make do without getting it open?” he asked.

  Emily shook her head slowly and shifted so that her breasts were jutting out defiantly, and temptingly.

  “I need what’s inside, Justin,” she said. “I have to get it.”

  “But…” He winced, feeling the aching pain of his cock fighting for dominance of his mind. “I just don’t know if it would work.”

  “I think it will get the door open,” his mom whispered. “Sometimes you just have to go for it, and worry about what works and what doesn’t later.”

  Justin met her eye for a second and then looked away, breathing out hard as though fighting for oxygen against the tide of tension.

  I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. It’ll be fine.

  He nodded, and Emily flashed him a loving, motherly smile. She turned toward the cabinet, slowly leaned over, and gripped the handle tight in her hands.

  CHAPTER 7

  Emily managed to keep an air of motherly elegance and poise about her, even as the robe slipped up her thighs, exposing the bottom edge of her beautiful buttocks. She favored Justin with a feisty half smile and nodded to the cabinet.

  “Just grab onto my waist and give it your all.”

  Justin felt as though time was moving at the speed of molasses. He took one step forward, and then another, and then slowly brought his hands to rest on either side of his mother’s waist. His cock was threatening to spear a hole through his boxers and sweat pants. He leaned forward and the tip of his bulge accidentally grazed his mom’s butt, and it felt like he’d touched the pleasure equivalent of a hot stove.

  “Make sure you’re tight against me,” she whispered. “Just push right up as close as you can get.”

  Her voice had a slight, almost undetectable waver of it. Justin did as she said, pushing his hard erection against her soft butt. It felt unbelievably incredible, even though admitting it to himself made him feel strange and guilty.

  God, this is so weird. How the hell did I end up here?

  “Ooh,” said his mom. “Get ready, sweetie. We’ll both pull on 3.”

  Justin pushed in a little closer, grinding his cock against his mom’s ass. His hands ran across her stomach over the robe, and it took every ounce of willpower he had to keep from pawing at her breasts.

  “One,” said Emily.

  Justin’s hips pressed into her again, letting his cock mash into his mother in a manner that was equal parts pleasure and pain. He wanted more and hated himself for it.

  “Two.” Emily’s voice was quiet, shaky, and undeniably aroused. She arched her back slightly and Justin realized that her robe had fallen almost completely open. He let his hands slide up to her breasts and slowly humped against her from behind, too turned on to think about or judge what he was doing.

  “Three!” The word escaped Emily’s lips in a horny, breathless whisper. She pulled hard on the cabinet’s handle and Justin pulled hard against her. His bulge slipped into the gap between her thighs and he felt his mom squeeze her legs together in response.

  The cabinet still didn’t open. Emily kept up the pretense of pulling on the handle for only a moment. Justin pushed forward against her and she had to put her hands on the countertop to steady herself.

  She didn’t say anything, not even as Justin’s thrusting intensified. He pulled the robe open until it slipped off her shoulders, falling first to her waist, and then the ground. Justin ran his hands across her silky soft flesh like a madman, each patch of skin offering a tiny, tantalizing thrill to the touch.

  “Ooh, sweetie,” whispered Emily.

  She responded to his undressing of her in kind, slipping her fingers into Justin’s sweatpants and pulling down with hard, horny movements. Justin’s cock snapped free, and it was then that he realized what was happening. He blinked, still horny, and felt the tip of his erection pressing against something, hot, wet, and incredibly inviting.

  “Mom…” Justin eased forward, feeling his mother’s body shiver with delight as he pressed into her. Logic and reason mounted one final, desperate assault on his senses, and he pulled back slightly, shaking his head.

  “It’s okay, honey,” whispered his mom. “It’s okay.”

  “…You’re my mother,” he said, slowly. “This is…”

  Emily pushed back, sheathing her tight cunt onto her son’s cock even further. She flicked her hair out of her face as she turned to look over her shoulder and smiled at him as though he’d just asked for help on his math homework, or for a ride to the movies.

  “What is it, sweetie?” she said, her voice soft and sweet. “Don’t be shy. You can say it.”

  “This is… wrong,” said Justin. “It’s not okay, and it’s… confusing.”

  Even as he spoke, his hands found their way to his mom’s waist, and his hips regained their back and forth motion. He slowly slid his rod in and out, feeling the soft, velvety tightness of her pussy, and the warmth of her body as he did.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “Nothing has to change. We love each other…”

  Justin pumped into her faster, the accumulated arousal from the past couple of days suddenly overcoming the mental dam holding it back. He groped at his mom’s breasts and thrust into her with enough energy to make the counter shake.

  Emily let out tiny little breaths each time he pushed in. Her hands were anchored against the countertop, but Justin’s enthusiasm slid her forward across it until she was bent forward at a rakish angle.

  “Oh god!” Justin kissed his mom’s neck, inhaling her sweet, clean scent. “Mom!”

  That’s right. She’s my mom.

  He was fucking her with the kind of passion that can only come from conflicting drives and emotions, the kind that most people are lucky if they experience once or twice in their life. And it felt incredible, like eating the forbidden fruit and having it taste better than he ever could have imagined.

  The whole kitchen creaked each time Justin pushed forward. Every thrust gave him a burst of illicit pleasure, along with a cute, high pitched squeal from his mom. It was as though every element of the taboo coupling was working to push it forward, toward its inevitable climax.

  Emily slipped against the counter and knocked a coffee cup to the floor. It didn’t shatter, but the sound of it landing gave Justin a reality check. He hesitated at the end up a thrust, and his mom immediately took charge.

  She pushed him back slightly and turned around, giving him a clear view of her naked body for the first time. She was perfect, and practically flaunte
d her trim waist, hips and butt, and the sultry, seductive look in her eyes. She was also smiling at him gently, a smile that told him to go ahead, that it was okay, even though the two of them were veering off the beaten path, into something scary and new.

  With a single crook of her finger, Emily invited Justin back into her. She hopped up on the counter, putting her at the perfect level for her son to fuck her face to face. Justin found the entrance to her cunt with intimate familiarity and let his member fill her up.

  He was close, and because of that, he restarted slowly, with smooth, loving thrusts. His mother kissed him on the neck, and then the cheek, and then the lips. Justin flicked his tongue out to meet hers, tasting the sweet nectar of her kiss, and continued to fuck her slowly on the counter.

  Justin kissed the nape of her neck and then her nipple. He sucked gently on one of them, letting his tongue draw hot, wet patterns across it. Emily moaned and wrapped her legs around him, locking him into the embrace.

  “Justin,” she whispered. He responded with a hard thrust and felt his newly found control vanish in a puff of arousal and lust.

  Justin pulled his mom off the counter and held her in his arms like a human sex toy, thrusting up into her with every inch of his cock. She was a petite woman, and he felt a shiver go through her as he controlled her with his strong, muscular arms. It was primal and base, like a caveman taking an attractive mate through physical strength and domination.

  Can we really be doing this? Can it really feel this good?

  Justin lowered the two of them to the kitchen floor. He needed to finish the job. He needed to wreck her pussy, to fuck her in a way that expressed every facet of the strange, conflicting emotions he was feeling at the moment.

  “Mom!” Justin began to thrust into her, fast and hard. The kitchen floor was cold, and his mom’s body was a furnace in comparison. He slammed into her, letting his cock prod and probe.

  “Sweetheart!” His mom’s chest heaved up and down, and her breasts jiggled in delightful little circles. She ran a hand through his hair, and Justin fucked her even faster.