Unusual Request (Taboo Erotica) Read online

  “Oh, honey, you should get going,” said mom. “You can’t be late, you’re a senior, you have to set a good example.”

  “Oh, uh, yeah, of course, mom. “ I forced myself to return to reality. Mom had wiped my cock clean on her apron, and I quickly tucked it away and made myself decent.

  “I’ll give you some banana bread for the road,” she said. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

  I nodded, and intense guilt began to form in the pit of my stomach. Just what the hell was I doing? What were the both of us doing?

  “Don’t give your mom any trouble, Todd,” said dad. “Remember, she’s the boss. Whatever she says, goes.”

  I nodded, and then started towards the door. Mom passed me a slice of banana bread as I went by her and gave me a secretive smile.

  Maybe dad was right. She was my mother, and I had to listen to her. I had to do what she told me, as her son.

  Even if it meant fucking her. Even if it meant getting her pregnant. A shiver of anticipation shot through my body. I felt dirty admitting it to myself, but I was looking forward to that night.

  CHAPTER 3

  I made it through the school day in a walking daze, classes blending together and assignments mostly being ignored. It wasn’t until I had grabbed my bag from my locker after my last class that the reality of what was going to happen began to set in.

  “Todd! Yo, Todd!” One of my friends, Mike, tapped me on the shoulder. “Did you not hear me when we were walking down the hall?”

  “What?” I blinked at him a couple of times, my mind still completely zoned out. “Oh, my bad. What’s up?”

  “Do you want to hang out at my place and play some games?” he asked me. I shook my head.

  “Sorry, man,” I said. “I’ve got to get home and uh, help my mom with something.”

  The words made me blush a little to say out loud, so casually. Was that all I was doing? Helping her out with something? Mike gave me a strange look and then smiled.

  “Maybe we could hang out at your place, then,” he said, with a laugh. “Your mom is ridiculously hot, dude!”

  My cheeks felt even hotter. I slammed my locker shut and started walking away from Mike.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about man,” I said. “I have to get going.”

  “Oh come on, you’ve heard us talk about her before!” Mike followed after me, walking down the quickly emptying hallway at my side. “It’s nothing personal, man, I’m just saying, well, she’s a total MILF.”

  “Dude, just leave it,” I replied. It was hard for me to listen to what he was saying without getting even more excited. She was waiting for me back home, the same woman that was the masturbatory fantasy of Mike and so many of the rest of my male friends.

  “I’m not trying to weird you out, just being honest,” he said. “If you want to be mad at anyone, be mad at Dave. He used to go over to your place all the time last year and try to mack on her.”

  “Later, Mike,” I said, increasing my pace enough to get further ahead of him.

  “Yeah, alright,” he said. “Give me a call tomorrow!”

  The walk home felt longer than it usually did. My body began to get excited as I made the turn onto my street, the same street that my family had lived on for as long as I could remember.

  My mom’s car was in the driveway, and I felt my lower half start to harden just from looking at it. I stopped outside the front door and paused for a moment. Was I really about to do this? Was this really happening?

  I opened the door and walked inside.

  “Mom,” I said. “I’m home.”

  I always let her know that I was home whenever I got back from school, but it felt so different this time. I heard footsteps coming from the second floor and looked up to see her walking down the stairs towards me.

  “Perfect timing, sweetie.” She was wearing a thin robe, much thinner than her usual bathrobe. It was almost see-thru, and I felt like I had to glance away as she came closer and her perfect pink nipples could be seen poking against the fabric.

  “Mom…” I felt so stupid, so completely at a loss for words. Mom looked as though she was dressed for the occasion and totally ready. She smiled at me and put one of her hands on my shoulder.

  “It’s okay, honey,” she said. “Let’s just sit down on the couch again. Maybe we should just watch TV this time? Would that help you relax?”

  I nodded and let her take my hand and lead me into the living room. We sat down on the couch together, and I felt my arousal begin to battle my nerves as I stared at my mother, her sexy body calling out to me.

  “What do you want to watch?” she asked. “I can put on a movie, or maybe something on Netflix.”

  “It… doesn’t matter,” I said. My mom nodded, and then started clicking through channels. She focused her attention on the TV, but her free hand came to a rest on my stomach, and then slid down to my crotch.

  “Just relax, sweetie,” she whispered. “This is just something you’re helping me out with.”

  “Mom,” I said, feeling her hand begin to move across my sensitive member. “What happened this morning… dad was right there.”

  She stopped clicking through channels and put the remote down. Her other hand moved to my hair and began tousling it lovingly as she unzipped my pants and began lewdly stroking me off.

  “That…” she said. “I just wanted to help you adjust a little more to the idea. I know how intimidating and weird it must be for you.”

  “Oh yeah,” I moaned. She rubbed her thumb over the head of my cock, and I shivered with pleasure.

  “We both love each other, honey,” mom whispered. “You’re just helping mommy out in a way that nobody else can.”

  “I, I know mom,” I replied. “Of course.”

  She was pumping my cock up and down, faster now. I let one of my hands grab at her breast through her robe. She smiled at me and then pulled it open. The sight of her naked boobs was familiar but also shocking to me. I had never been as turned on, as ready, in my life.

  “You’ll get to have fun with mommy’s boobs.” She whispered the word into my ear and then moved one of my hands onto her chest. “And you’ll get to enjoy what mommy has to give you.”

  Mom leaned her face in close to mine and then kissed me softly. I felt foolish and inexperienced and barely knew what to do with my lips. Her kisses continued down my neck, and then onto my chest, all the way down.

  I knew what was about to happen, but nothing in the world could have prepared me for what came next. Mom brought her face to my cock and let her hot breath tickle its sensitive tip. She smiled up at me with a flirtatious look in her eyes, and then licked her lips.

  “Do you want a reward for being such a good boy and agreeing to help your mother out?”

  I nodded slowly.

  “Just relax, sweetie,” she said. “I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let it happen.”

  I nodded again and then felt her soft, wet lips wrap around the head of my cock. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and if the pleasure hadn’t been so overwhelming, I would have been shaking from it.

  “Oh god, mom!” I cried. “Oh my god!”

  She pulled her mouth back, enjoying the newfound control she had over me.

  “Did that feel good, honey?” she asked. “Do you like what mommy can do for you with her mouth?”

  I nodded dumbly and watched as she leaned in again. This time, mom slowly planted soft, wet kisses all over my dick. She covered every square inch of it, all the way from the base of the shaft to the very tip. Then, she brought her pursed lips forward against it and held them tense as she brought my cock back into her heavenly mouth.

  The effect of it was to make it feel as though my dick was sliding into a tight, slick, warm hole. Mom went slowly, only bringing me in a centimeter at a time. She continued beyond where I expected, bringing all of my big, hard cock into her mouth and letting it slide into her throat.

  “Ohhhh…” I le
aned my head back and felt my body glow with pleasurable bliss. It felt so unbelievably fucking good. I felt guilty and ashamed, but at the same time, it was as though I had discovered a new realm of sensation. I’d made a deal with the devil, and it had been beyond worth it.

  Mom began to suck my cock in the same way she did everything for me, as my son. She took her time with it, moving slowly, but with gentle, elegant focus. She was doting on my cock and sucking it in the same way that she had used to wash my hair, or give my back massages.

  “Oh mom,” I said. “Yeah mom, don’t stop.”

  She didn’t. She started to suck faster, the sound of wet saliva and slurping coming from her movements. I let one of my hands come to a rest on the back of her head and began to guide her back and forth. Her tongue and lips were massaging my cock as though it was what they’d been designed to do.

  My mother was giving me a blowjob. The phrase began to repeat itself over and over again in my head, almost like a mantra. My mother was giving me a blowjob, and I was enjoying every second of it. My eyes locked onto her big naked breasts, which bounced back and forth each time her head moved up and down my knob. Mom pulled her mouth off for a second to catch her breath and noticed my gaze.

  “Do you like mommy’s breasts?” she whispered. “How would you like it if she did this with them?”

  Mom took her big boobs in either hand and brought my dick into them, smothering it with all the pleasure her gorgeous mammaries could provide.

  “Oh, fuck mom!” I moaned.

  “Yeah, that’s it, honey,” she whispered. “This is just the start.”

  She began to move her tits up and down the length of my big, aching cock. Each time her face came in closer to it she would either give it a little kiss, or a quick suck. It was too much for me to handle.

  “Mom, I, I can’t…” I started breathing heavily and thrust my hips forward. “Mom!”

  I blew my load, shooting my cum onto what was directly in front of me, my own mother. Mom held her mouth open and took each blast with eager pleasure, letting it splatter on her lips, boobs, and face. I had never seen anyone look so erotic, so incredibly sexual before in my life.

  The pleasure was the only thing that mattered. My mom had sucked me off and let me nut on her face, and I wanted more. I wanted so much more, and I wanted it from her. The one woman who was supposed to be off-limits, the one who’d always been there for me with love and kisses.

  “Oh no!” Mom quickly stood up and looked towards the window. Dad’s car had just pulled into the driveway.

  “What! He’s not supposed to be home yet!” I scrambled to pull my pants up and hide my junk, only managing to get my jeans zipped just in time. Mom had wiped her face off on the inside of her robe, but she didn’t make it upstairs before the door opened.

  “I’m home early!” Dad walked into the house with a cheerful smile on his face. “Stacy, I… what’s this?”

  He looked at her, and the lingerie robe she was wearing suspiciously. Mom just smiled at him.

  “It was supposed to be a surprise for you,” she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I was just… getting Todd’s opinion on it.”

  “Uh, okay,” said dad. “You taste kind of salty.”

  Mom laughed.

  “I was trying out a tasty new sauce in the kitchen,” she said. “Todd helped me prepare it.”

  I blushed and tried to avoid my dad’s eyes. I had never felt so guilty before in my life. At that moment, the reality of what me and my mom had been doing hit me like a ton of bricks. It was wrong, and the shame and embarrassment I felt over it was justified.

  “I have some homework to do,” I mumbled. “Just call me when dinner’s ready.”

  “Sure thing,” said mom. She turned back to my dad, and I saw her whisper something into his ear. He shook his head and then sighed.

  “Honey, I’m tired, maybe another night,” he said. “How about this weekend? I’ll have more energy.”

  Mom nodded and then gave my dad a hug. I made eye contact with her as I walked up the stairs and saw her wink at me.

  CHAPTER 4

  I couldn’t sleep. Dinner had been an awkward, uncomfortable affair though mom acted as though she was right at home with the strange new tension in the room. Immediately after I’d finished, I headed upstairs to take a shower and go to bed.

  Confusing thoughts filled my head, too many for me to put into order. More than anything, I felt guilty, guilty for doing such terrible things with my mother, guilty for betraying my father, and guilty for enjoying it so much.

  The house was quiet. Through my window, I could see the glow of the sky from outside, the crescent moon allowing a sliver of a white light to shine across my bed. The air had been just warm enough to convince me to go to sleep in my boxers, and I only had a thin sheet and a light blanket over them.

  Soft footsteps began to echo my way, followed by an almost inaudible knock on my door. I knew that it was her, and I knew why she had come.

  “Sweetie, can I come in?” Mom’s voice was so quiet that I had to strain to hear it. Slowly, I sat up in bed, already feeling my body pulse with excitement.

  “Yeah,” I whispered back. “It’s unlocked.”

  The door opened slowly. My mother had changed into a nightgown that made the robe she’d had on before look almost modest in comparison. It was tiny, barely covering her pussy and butt, and so low cut that even in the dim light I could see the cleavage of her breasts.

  “I’m glad that you’re still up,” said mom. “I was worried that I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to you in private after what happened today…”

  “Mom.” I tried to think of what to say, the words that would explain exactly what I was feeling on the inside. Stacy closed the door behind her and made her way over to my bed before I could.

  “Todd… If you’re not comfortable with this, I understand.” She smiled at me, that same caring, motherly smile, that made it seem as though she put me above all else.

  “I just… well, I don’t really know how to act around you, now.”

  She set one of her hands down on my chest and slowly began to rub gentle circles across it. My body responded as though she’d been rubbing my crotch.

  “You don’t have to act any different, honey,” she whispered. “I’m still your mother, and you’re still my son.”

  Her hand began to slide lower, and I couldn’t stop a quiet moan from escaping my lips. He fingers slipped underneath the sheets and made their way further down, until she was cupping my already rock hard cock. It felt as though she was contradicting her own words, throwing a complication into the way things should have been, the way things would never be again.

  “Oh, mom!” It was a struggle to keep my voice quiet. I felt my abdomen begin to wave, almost as though I was being tickled, but in the most pleasurable way possible.

  “I’m going to take things a little further this time, sweetie.” She slowly worked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down.

  “Mom… are you going to…?” The question was too embarrassing, to shameful for me to come right out and ask. The goal from the very beginning had been for her to get pregnant. Was this what she wanted, in the middle of the night, with my dad sleeping in the next room over?

  “Shhhhh, it’s okay.” She was smiling as she pulled the blankets back and positioned herself over him. “It will feel good… really good.”

  I felt something warm and wet push down on my cock as my mom lowered herself against it. I knew what it was, but it took me a second to accept it, to get over my disbelief.

  My mother was sliding her pussy against the head of my rock hard penis. I could feel the size of her entrance, and realized almost instantly that either she was very tight or I had a much bigger cock than I’d ever realized.

  “Oh…” whispered mom. “This might take a bit of work.”

  I leaned forward to set my hands on her waist, but she pushed me down on the bed, controlling th
e situation like she always had. It was a struggle to hold back, to keep still, as she began to wriggle and push, the head of my cock being teased at the edge of her wet, warm confines.

  “I… I don’t think it’s going to fit.” I felt stupid for saying the words and realized with a guilty, disgusting shock that I was disappointed by the fact that I wasn’t going to get to fuck her.

  “Just relax, honey,” whispered mom. “It will just take a bit of…”

  She trailed off as she shifted her hips and let herself drop a little lower. The tip of my cock slipped inside of her.

  I blinked, almost expecting to wake up from a dream. I was fucking my mother. It was happening. Up until that very moment, the things that had happened between us had been confusing, sure, but this was just wrong.

  “We shouldn’t,” I whispered. “Mom, this is, oh god!”

  It became impossible for me to focus on anything other than my mother, and even my confusion and shame were pushed into the back of my mind. She had pulled her nightgown down slightly, letting her big beautiful breasts hand out the top of it and dangle right in my face. Her entire body shivered as she slowly dropped a millimeter further, wiggling her hips around in a circle as though trying to perform a very lewd belly dance.

  “Oh, wow….” Mom was shaking her head, and taking deep breaths. “Sweetie, you’re so big. This is…”

  I could see from the look in her eyes that the conflict going on inside of me was one that she also shared. She shifted between looking at me like a son and looking at me like a lover, biting her lower lip in confusion.

  “Oh god…” she whispered. “What have we… what have I… done?”

  I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t too late for us to stop. I wanted to tell her that this had been a ridiculous idea from the get-go, and it was time for us to step back from the edge and go back to being family members.

  Instead, I reached my hands up and grabbed her waist. Mom looked at me in total shock for a split second, and then slipped her hands down over mine.