Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  “I hope you still have a lot of cum to give your mother.”

  “Oh, fuck, there’s so much of it. I can feel it.”

  “Well, give it to me, baby.”

  His fingers sank into my flesh as he buried himself balls deep. I arched my back and let him spear me, going so deep I could feel it all the way to my toes. He rammed in and out of me, moving with the speed and determination of a wild animal. My tits felt heavy hanging from my chest as they rocked back and forth. I lowered my body several inches, enough that my sensitive nipples were brushing against the fabric of my soft comforter. It felt delicious.

  Aiden folded himself over my back, forcing our sweaty flesh to slide together as he fucked me. With short, hard thrusts, my stepson drilled my wet cunt without stopping or slowing down. His balls slapped against my clit with each pump, the light contact sticky and hot.

  My walls tightened around his girth. And after just a few gentle rolls of my curvy hips, I came around his thick member.

  “Feel that, baby? Feel mommy cumming on your cock?”

  “Ohhhhh…. daaaaaammmmmnnnnn…”

  His seed sprayed my cunt with so much force, I could feel it, thick and hot. Every time my pussy squeezed his dick, out came another hard burst. My belly was getting filled by my stepson. I didn’t even care that it was risky, that I could actually get pregnant. But thinking about it definitely made my orgasm more intense. My walls throbbed and squeezed around Aiden’s cock. I huffed and bucked my hips as my body thrashed. And just as my orgasm began to subside, I felt Aiden settle between my legs.

  At first I wasn’t sure what he was doing. But when I felt that skillful tongue of his snake inside my slit, I knew he was being a good boy and cleaning up his mess. A mess that I really didn’t mind having. But the way he was sucking at my clit and lapping away the cum that was oozing out of me, I about went out of my mind.

  “Oh, yes, darling. Lick my clit, make me cum again.”

  With his fingers digging into my flesh, he swirled his tongue in narrow circles over my hard pearl. I could feel his breath, ragged and hard as it hit my pussy lips. I panted and fisted the comforter, feeling my walls tighten again as an orgasm swept over me.

  “Fuck, baby. Your tongue feels so good on my pussy,” I moaned.

  Aiden kept at it, licking me through three more orgasms. By then, he was rock hard again. I climbed on his lap and rode him cowgirl style, then turned around and let him shoot another load while he held onto my tits.

  When we were too exhausted and sore to continue, I curled up next to him and started to drift off. I hadn’t felt this satisfied in a very long time, and certainly never by his father.

  “This isn’t a one-night stand, is it, mom?”

  I angled my head up at him, shocked at his question. I brought his hand to my breasts, and he cupped it softly before leaning over to sweep his tongue along my bud. “You see how my body responds to you?”

  “Impossible not to,” he answered, licking my other breast while letting his hand glide along my hip.

  “I want to feel like this every day. Don’t you?”

  He nodded as he slipped several fingers inside my pussy.

  “Well then, I think you have your answer.”

  “Dad was stupid to leave you. But at least I get you all to myself now. Finally. And all I need is a good night’s sleep, and I can fuck you again.”

  I smiled and gripped his cock, feeling it stiffen in my palm. “Let’s go one more time, sweetheart. One more orgasm, then we can go to bed.”

  His length twitched in my grip. As for me, I was so happy to have a young, virile stud. Finally.

  ~The End

  MILF Next Door

  (Sexy MILFS)

  ***

  I’ve just finished up my sophomore year in college and need to find a job for the summer. When my new neighbor who’s much older stops by to borrow some soap, I can hardly peel my eyes away from her hot body, delicious curves, and huge jugs.

  But she would never want someone young and inexperienced like me.

  When she offers me a job helping her around the house for the summer, I know I’d be a fool to turn her down. And I’d be an even bigger fool to tell her no when she says she has some “off the books” chores for me to do: chores that involve learning how to please an experienced woman by filling and drilling all her holes.

  1

  I had just gotten settled on the couch with a bag of popcorn and a lemon-lime soda when I heard a knock at the door. I don’t know why they weren’t ringing the doorbell. But Mom and Dad were both at work, and I figured it was probably a salesman. So, I didn’t even bother to answer.

  I picked up the newspaper next to me and began flipping through the pages, making my way to the classifieds. I wasn’t sure if employers still placed ads in these things, but since I had just put my sophomore year of college behind me for the summer, I needed to find a job.

  Right as I got to the want ads, I heard the knock again, this time a little more frantic and accompanied by a woman’s voice.

  “Hello? Is anyone home?”

  I rolled my eyes. But fearing the possibility that something could be wrong, I wouldn’t feel right totally ignoring her.

  I made my way to the door and peered through the peephole, thinking it could be one of my mom’s friends, though it would be unusual for them to show up while she was at work. What I saw through the glass made me pull the door open as fast as I could.

  “Can I help you?” I asked, trying desperately to maintain eye contact.

  Her tits were unbelievable. Believe me, as a 20-year-old guy, I have a hard enough time not staring at a woman’s chest. They can cover themselves with a burka and I’ll still be straining to achieve X-ray vision.

  She smiled and tossed a hand over her hip. “I hate to bother you. But I just moved in next door and I can’t seem to find my soap. I don’t suppose you have some I could borrow? My hands are filthy.”

  Proving her point, she held up her palms. They were smeared with black streaks. I took the opportunity to steal a peek at her tits, squished together at the top of what looked to be an extremely tight exercise top.

  “I think we have an extra bar around here somewhere. Why don’t you come on in?”

  I stepped aside and she smiled at me as she walked in. I kept my gaze on her backside as I closed the door, taking in the curve of her hips, the bubble in her ass visible through extra tight yoga pants.

  “I’ll be right back,” I said, brushing past her. I had to leave the entryway as quickly as I could since all the available blood in my body was headed straight for my cock. “Make yourself at home!” I called out.

  “Thank you!”

  I went to the bathroom and started digging through drawers until I found an unopened box of some floral smelling crap. I figured this would do the trick, so I picked it up and flipped off the light switch. As I made my way back down the hall, I had a brief flash of her cleavage smushed together and what it would feel like to play with those hooters of hers.

  My dick started to swell again, and I got pissed that I was reacting this way to a complete stranger in my own home.

  She was still standing right by the front door, casually looking at some of our family pictures on the foyer table. My mom had this thing about putting pictures of us everywhere.

  I couldn’t believe how fucking sexy she was. Don’t get me wrong. I find a lot of women attractive. But usually only girls my age or mid-twenties at the most. I mean, this new neighbor of ours was unbelievably hot. Aside from having visibly large tits and curves on top of curves, her face was stunning. Her long dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, and based on the fine lines around her large brown eyes, she looked to be about my mom’s age.

  “Here you go,” I said, passing her the box. “Hope this is good enough.”

  “Oh, thank you so much. You’re a sweetie.”

  She bit her lip and gave me a half smile. My dick was just starting to bulge against my jeans, and as sh
e turned on her heels to leave, she flicked her gaze at it.

  “It’s no problem. Let me know if you need anything else.”

  Like a body massage…

  Jesus, even if she asked for one, I’d probably be all thumbs. No way could I come close to concentrating while rubbing a body like that.

  “Thank you. My name’s Alexis Carter, by the way.” She folded her hands together in front of her, still gripping the soap, and it pushed her tits together more.

  I gulped and forced my eyes up to her face. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jason. My parents are at work, but I’m sure you’ll meet them soon.”

  She gave a quick nod. “I’m sure I will. Well, I better go wash up so I can fix some lunch. See you later!”

  Alexis turned to leave after flitting several fingers at me. I watched her walk down the sidewalk, swaying those curvy, luscious hips from side to side. I rubbed my stiffness through my jeans, imagining her naked and playing with herself.

  Then she stopped walking and spun to face me. I moved my hand and immediately regretted my decision. I was hard as a board, I’m sure every bit of my nine-inch cock visible as it strained against the denim.

  “Oh, your doorbell doesn’t work, by the way.”

  She circled her tongue around her lips as she flicked her gaze to my crotch, undoubtedly noticing my erection. She then smirked, those dark brown eyes of hers filled with mischief.

  I was fucking mortified. My eyes widened in horror, and I mumbled a quick thanks before spinning around and going back inside. I closed the door and twisted the lock, then headed to my bathroom upstairs. I needed to get this woman out of my head, and the only way to do that was with a good jerk.

  But somehow, she had affected me on a deep level. My pants had barely hit my ankles when I gripped my dick. I pumped it one time before two long ropes of cum spurted out onto the floor below. I let out a grunt as my length pulsated in my hand, shooting out several more jets of fluid.

  It wasn’t the first time I had cum that fast, but it was the first time in a while. I had only been with a few girls, and I hadn’t lasted long with them. I wondered how long I would last with Alexis. Probably one tenth of a second. Not that she would ever give me the time of day anyway. Besides, she was probably married. And definitely out of my league.

  I pulled up my pants, feeling slightly less agitated than thirty seconds ago. And I decided to fix the doorbell. I wasn’t sure if my parents knew it wasn’t working, but I might as well earn my keep until I get a summer job.

  I grabbed my dad’s toolbox and took apart the chime inside the house. I didn’t see any loose wires, and based on the voltage tester, it was getting power. So, I went outside and removed the doorbell button to see if I could find the culprit there. Right as I loosened the back screw, I heard footsteps approaching from behind.

  “A neighbor who’s also a handyman. Good to know.”

  I turned around and stood face-to-face with Alexis.

  “I do what I can,” I said, sliding the screwdriver in my back pocket.

  Still wearing the same clothes, Alexis had obviously taken the time to let her ponytail loose and apply a thin layer of red lipstick. Long brown waves fell over her shoulders and brushed the tops of her breasts. She thrust a white box in my direction.

  “I found this in one of my boxes as I was making lunch. Just wanted to replace what you had given me.”

  I held up a hand. “That really isn’t necessary. We don’t keep a running tally of our soap inventory or anything.”

  Laughing, Alexis lowered her arm. “Well, thanks. Guess it was silly of me to feel compelled to return a bar of soap.”

  “Not silly. It was thoughtful.”

  She smiled nodded behind me. “I see you’re getting to work on the doorbell. Any luck?”

  “Not yet. But I’m guessing it’s nothing more than a few loose wires.”

  Alexis took a step towards me and ran her gaze down my arms. Not to sound arrogant, but I regularly used the gym at school, so there was no shortage of muscles on any part of my body.

  “Are you an electrician? I hear there’s a lot of money in that.”

  I pushed my hands in my pockets, struggling once again to keep my eyes on her face and not in her tits. “No. My dad is, though. He taught me how to fix most things around the house. I haven’t even finished college yet.”

  “Oh?” she said, leaning on a hip and tucking some hair behind her ears. “I knew you looked young. What year are you?”

  “I just finished my sophomore year.”

  “That’s great.” Her eyes sparkled as she talked. And despite the fact that she was much older than me, I still got a youthful vibe from her. “Decided on a major yet?”

  “Chemistry. Then hopefully off to grad school so I can get a PhD.”

  Her eyes flickered and she lightly flicked the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “Wow. You have some serious goals. That’s … admirable.”

  Alexis pulled her arms behind her back, jutting out her chest. I couldn’t help but notice her hard nipples pointing through the fabric. Fuck, there goes my dick again. I cleared my throat and shifted in place, knowing my erection would stretch from here to Maine if I unbuttoned my pants and let that shit fly.

  “Thanks. But what would be more admirable is finding a job to carry me through the summer. Until then, I’ll keep being the handyman, I suppose.”

  “Well, you definitely have the muscles for more than just electrical work,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my bicep and giving it a squeeze. “If you ever feel the urge to do some heavy lifting, let me know. I pay good money to my handymen.”

  My cock enlarged a good inch at what she said. And it was starting to fucking hurt. Jesus Christ. I had just emptied myself on the bathroom floor upstairs. What gives with my dick all of a sudden?”

  But wait a minute. Did she just say she pays handymen? That could only mean …

  “Really? Your husband doesn’t do the heavy lifting for you?”

  “Oh, I’m not married,” Alexis ran her hands through her hair. “I’m what you’d call a lucky divorcee. My ex-husband decided to have an affair with his much younger secretary. And now, thanks to a little pre-nup he signed, he gets to pay my mortgage for the next ten years.”

  “Wow. That is lucky. For you.”

  She laughed, tossing her head back and putting her all into it. “You are absolutely one hundred percent correct, Jason. And my son is grown and married, living in Colorado. So …” She placed her manicured finger on my chest and started trailing down with the tip of her nail. “I guess we’re both home all day, all alone. Until you find a job, that is.” Her finger stopped just short of my belt.

  My cock was bursting at this point, my balls so swollen and aching to shoot another load. I may not have had a lot of experience with girls, but I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday either. My hot, older neighbor was flirting with me.

  My face began to heat, and I’m sure I was turning beet red. I’d heard about older women liking younger guys. But I wasn’t convinced that Alexis was a true cougar. She was probably more along the lines of the touchy-feely type.

  And I was going to touchy-feely myself again as soon as I got back inside.

  “Yeah, well, uh…” I stammered, not really knowing what to say. Once again, no blood going to the brain right then. “I tend to come and go a lot.” Emphasis on the “come”, especially today. “So, if you need anything and I don’t answer the door, I’m probably out with my buddies.”

  Shit. I just sounded like a total moron. Her finger was still resting just below my navel, making my cock hum with anticipation of something I’m sure was not to come. At least not from her.

  The corner of her mouth lifted in a smile and she finally dropped her arm to her side. “That’s good. You should be hanging out with your friends.”

  I nodded and glanced at her tits. Her nipples had deflated. But my dick hadn’t.

  “Well, I better get back to unpacking. I’m s
ure we’ll be seeing each other around, Jason.” Alexis started to turn around slowly, keeping her eyes fixated on me for a split second. Her gaze dropped to my hard cock pushing against my zipper and extending all the way to my pocket before pressing the tip of her tongue to her lip once more. She smiled and waved at me again. “Bye for now.”

  “I’ll see you,” I answered, feeling my cock bounce as I watched her ass bounce down the sidewalk.

  What I wouldn’t give to have a piece of that older, more experienced ass.

  2

  That evening, I was sitting at my desk thumbing through a magazine when my mom knocked on the door.

  “Jason? Can I come in?”

  “Sure, Mom!”

  She poked her head in and gave me a smile. “Just wanted to thank you for fixing the doorbell. We had no idea it wasn’t working.”

  I shrugged. “It was no big deal. Let me know if there’s anything else around here that needs fixing. I can tackle it while you and Dad are at work.”

  “That’s very sweet of you, Jason.” She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, her expression softening into that classic “mom” look. “I’m really proud of the man you’re becoming. Not that I wasn’t proud before. But you’re so responsible and mature. Your dad and I know you’re going to be a success at whatever you pursue.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. Mom had always been “the encourager,” and I probably owed my 4.0 GPA to her. She never let me quit when things got tough. “Thanks, Mom. Now if only I could find an employer who sees the same things you do.”

  “You will,” she said, turning to leave. “Oh, speaking of helping out and finding jobs, our new neighbor stopped me when I was checking the mail this afternoon.”

  “She did?” I said, my voice three octaves higher than normal.

  “Yes. She seems really nice. Anyway, she lives alone and asked if anyone would be around tomorrow to help her. Apparently, she’s having a new big-screen TV delivered around lunch time and needs someone to help her set it up.”