Home Temptation: Volume 3 (Taboo Erotica Book Bundle)

by Anya Merchant

  The dust seemed to shine even more brightly, to the point where Cindy and Karen had to look away. Allen felt the pain shift until it was just a strange numbness as the light consumed him. He stopped rubbing at his limbs, and looked down at his own body. All he could see was light, so bright that he had to close his eyes. A large zapping noise rang through the air, sounding almost like a futuristic whistle. And then the dust was gone, and Allen was gone along with it.

  For a while, there was nothing but darkness for Allen. His body felt light, as though it were flowing. Echoes of voices could be heard, but they sounded distorted and distant, as if reaching him across a long expanse. Slowly but surely, reality began to fade back into his awareness. He was still outside, lying on the ground, but his mother and sister were gone now. It was nighttime, and yellow caution tape had been strewn around the crash site, sectioning it off. As he sat up, he noticed that several police officers were milling about the scene, and wondered why they weren’t helping him.

  “Hey, a little help over here?” He called out to them. “I think I might need to see a...doctor…”

  His words trailed off as he looked down at his own body, or lack thereof. His arm was missing. The sight sent him into a momentary state of panic, until he followed the emptiness back to his chest, and realized that it wasn’t there, either. His legs, feet, stomach, shoulders, and as far as he could tell, his entire body was missing.

  But that wasn’t exactly right. He could still feel his limbs. They still felt like they were there. It was as though the dust had erased his physical profile. He looked over at the police officers, and saw them looking in his direction, confused.

  “Hello?” they called back. “Is anyone still in the crash? Can you hear us?”

  Allen said nothing. For some reason, his panic at his current situation had shifted into caution. If he spoke up now, he would be a science experiment for the rest of his life. Rather than take the risk of becoming a test subject, he stood up slowly and tiptoed off the pavement and over to the grass.

  He could feel each individual blade on his feet, and realized with a start that he was naked. It gave him a shock for a second, until he remembered his invisibility. The gentle night breeze felt good on his flesh, and he could feel his dick tingle slightly with arousal at the idea that he was outside naked and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

  As he looked back to the scene of the crash, he realized that one of the police officers was a woman. Not just a woman, but a rather attractive one, at that. She had shiny blond hair, pulled into a practical looking pony tail. Her uniform bulged out in all the right places, giving him a decent view of the outline of her nicely sized breasts and elegant posterior. She turned towards him suddenly, and Allen looked away quickly out of habit. Her eyes didn’t register anything interesting, and she turned back towards the truck.

  Allen walked closer to her. He was thrilled by the nature of his newly acquired attribute, and wanted to see just what it meant, in practice. He walked up close behind her, slowly, and examined her. He could see the outline of her bra strap through the back of her shirt. After double checking that he was completely invisible, he reached his hand out very slowly and carefully, and pinched the clasps together, neatly unhooking it.

  The female officer’s breasts slumped forward. Allen was a little surprised to see that they still hung mostly in place, as big as they were. She let out a quiet, confused noise, and then cupped both of them with her hands. She then tried to reach around and redo the hooks through her clothes, and seemed to give up after a second.

  “John, I need to make a call in the squad car really quick, are you good here?” she asked her fellow officer on the scene. She folded her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide the fact that her bra was loose.

  “Yeah, go for it Amy, I have things covered here,” the other officer replied.

  Allen watched as she made her way over to the squad car. She opened the driver’s side door, and then as if remembering something, went around to the trunk to get something out of it. The door was still open, and Allen saw his chance. He moved slowly and cautiously as to not make any noise, slipping into the car and then over into the front passenger’s seat. When his weight transferred full to the car, the suspension dipped slightly, and he saw Amy look around confused for a second. He was still totally invisible, and completely hidden from detection.

  Amy pulled a small box out of the trunk, and then walked over to the open door and climbed into the front seat. Before she set about hooking her bra, she dropped down the driver’s side mirror and then pulled a tube of lipstick out of the box. She puckered up and rubbed it along her lips. The movement was seductive, and highlighted the full, sensuous nature of her big, soft lips perfectly. Allen felt his cock beginning to swell with blood.

  He started off small, and reached over and ran his finger along her lips. Surprise passed over Amy’s face like a wave. She reached up to feel her lip, and Allen easily moved his finger away, and then back again as she drew her hand back. This time he stuck his finger inside her mouth slightly, feeling the wet warmth of her inner lips. He felt her tongue lick his finger in response, and then Amy pulled her head back suddenly.

  “What the heck?” she muttered to herself.

  Allen reached over and undid the top two buttons of her uniform, exposing her cleavage. The look on Amy’s face was one of complete bewilderment. Her bra was already loose, and her breasts seemed to pull her uniform forward. As she reached over to redo them, Allen slipped one of his hands into her shirt and copped a feel of her big, soft breasts. Amy still seemed confused, but she slowly returned her hand to the side of the seat, as if deciding to wait and see how things would play out.

  He shifted his hand further into her shirt, and undid one more of her buttons with the other. Now he had access to her nipple, and he ran his index finger over it in gentle circles. Amy moaned slightly and leaned her head back. He brought his thumb against the nipple, and then gave it a gentle pinch, while at the same time bringing his face in closer and breathing hotly on her neck.

  “What the hell is going on?” she asked aloud, to nobody in particular.

  Allen was wondering the same thing. The idea to follow the female officer into her car had been spur of the moment. Now that he had actually taken it so far, his dick was rock hard with arousal. He suddenly realized another one of the perks of being invisible, and began stroking it with his free hand. Precum oozed freely from the top, and he rubbed it into the skin of his cock, making a wet and sticky mess.

  Amy also seemed to be quickly reaching a pitched state of arousal. She was breathing heavy, and her eyes were almost closed. She took one of her hands and pulled the hair tie out from her pony tail, allowing her medium length blond hair to fall freely. Allen had completely undone the buttons on her shirt now, and pulled the woman’s bra forward, giving him a clear look at her big and luscious breasts. He leaned his head over and licked one of her nipples hungrily.

  “Oh god,” said Amy. One of Allen’s hands had begun to meander down between her legs. He could feel a small patch of wetness even through the outside of her pants. He started rubbing his palm against her cunt, tweaking her nipple with his other hand in time with it. His cock was hard, and part of him wished that they had more room so he could do more.

  “Yes, yes…oh yeah!” Amy said, this time in a much more fevered pitch. All Allen could do was wonder just what she was thinking and experiencing. Her face was full of hot lust, and it looked as though all she wanted at the moment was to get off. That was something that he felt like he was more than happy to help her with.

  Amy began to almost bounce up and down in the seat as Allen groped at her pussy. She was really wet now, and he could feel the heat emanating from her crotch. His other hand was back to stroking his own cock. The whole situation felt a little immoral to him, but at the same time, it was so incredibly hot. He felt Amy begin to orgasm, bucking her hips up wildly as she did, and could feel that his own was not far of
f.

  She seemed to melt into the seat in post sex bliss. Allen’s cock was yearning for more pleasure, and he decided to push things a little further. He could feel himself approaching the point of no return, and he gently tugged at Amy’s uniform until she was slumped over, her head only inches from his cock.

  “What, what the hell?” she said out loud, her breath tickling Allen’s cock. He was still stroking it, and decided to take a risk, pushing the tip of it up and against her soft and full lips. She kissed it and gave it a quick lick, more out of confusion than anything. It felt amazing, and pushed Allen past his boundary. His cock exploded into an orgasm, spraying white hot cum all over Amy’s mouth and face. Strangely he could see it. The scene was bizarre to him, and he watched as his semen appeared from seemingly nowhere and splattered all over the face of a female police officer.

  “What is this?” Amy seemed to be drawn partially out of her reverie by the wet, sticky strands of sperm hitting her face. She licked her lips, tasting a huge glob of it, and then pulled her shirt closed and stepped out of the car. Leaving it open, she ran over to the other police officer on the scene.

  “Something weird is going on, John,” she said. “It’s in the squad car and, well…I don’t really know.”

  Allen saw his chance and took it, rolling out of the car and sprinting off down the road, away from the wreck, away from his house, and away from the situation. His cock was still partially hard and flapped around in a way that would have been comical, if he could have seen it. Rather, it served instead as a reminder of his newfound situation. After a couple hundred yards, he collapsed onto a park bench and breathed heavy, thinking very carefully about what to do next.

  Allen held out his hand in front of him. He knew it was there, but could see nothing other than the grass on the other side of it. The whole situation was still almost more surreal than he could comprehend. What would he do now? It seemed like his only option was just to live as a vagabond, stealing food and being forever hidden from society. He closed his eyes and thought hard, about his family, about the past, and about what it had been like to be normal.

  “The parks closed after eight, kid,” said a voice. “You’re going to have to get your clothes and get out.”

  Allen opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was a night security guard, with a flashlight that was shining directly at the park bench. He looked around to either side, and then behind them, and finally, down at his body. It was there again, totally visible, as though the events of the day had just been a very strange dream. It was also completely unclothed and naked.

  “You…you can see me?” he said to the guard, his voice full of surprise and disbelief.

  “Damn it, why are the crazies always out and about on my shifts?” the guard said. He reached down to his waist and pulled out a walkie talkie. Before he could speak into it, Allen was up and running.

  He went deeper into the park at first, dodging around trees and leaping over bushes. It felt as though he had exchanged one unusual problem for another. How the hell was he going to make it home with no clothes? And how would he explain things to his mom when he got there?

  Allen suddenly realized that as far as his mom knew, he was dead. The thought caused him to misplace his footing, and he slipped on a spot of wet grass, tumbling head over heels. He was picking himself up when the guard caught up with him, brandishing a taser in his hand.

  “Just come with me, pal,” the guard said. “I’m going to get you the help you need…”

  “Can’t you just act like you never saw me?” Allen asked desperately. He found himself wishing desperately that he was still invisible, still a ghost to the world.

  “What…the…hell?” the guard spoke slowly. His eyes were full of shock, and he put his radio up to his face as he stared at Allen.

  Or rather, the guard stared at where Allen had been. He looked down at his body. It was invisible again, in just a knick of time. He slowly began crawling across the grass, listening to the guard call for back up over the line. Allen made his way out of the park, and to the street. He started back the way he had come from, headed home.

  The lights were still on in his house. He stopped himself as he walked up the front door, thinking better of it. Regardless of whether he walked in invisible, or visible and totally naked, it would set off a panic. Instead, he walked over to the window of his room, on the far side of the house and conveniently on the first floor. It was unlocked, as he would occasionally use it as a route in and out of the house after curfew. He slipped the window up and quietly climbed through it.

  “I’ll be okay, Cindy, really.” He could hear the voice of his mom in the living room. His door was open a sliver, and when he peered through it he could see his mom talking on the phone.

  “I still haven’t told his father yet,” she said. Allen could hear the emotion in her voice, and began to look for clothes to change into. “It’s going to break his heart when he finds out.”

  Suddenly, Allen heard another pair of footsteps in the house. He looked out through the open sliver of the door, and saw an unfamiliar man walk up behind his mom.

  “Yes, I will sweetie,” Karen said into the phone. The man wrapped his arms around her and hugged her from behind.

  Allen was both shocked and appalled. His mother was having an affair, and he hadn’t even so much as suspected it. Between this and having to hear the news of the crash, he found himself feeling sympathetic towards his dad, who always seemed to be so distant throughout his life. He also found himself feeling totally and utterly betrayed.

  “Alright, well at least try to get some sleep. I’m going to try too, though it will be really hard,” Karen said. The man behind her had started kissing her neck.

  “You too, dear. Good night.” She hung up the phone and turned towards the man, laughing. “Frank, you just can’t wait tonight, can you?”

  “I’ve been waiting all week, you know that,” said the man. “You have to look for the good in bad situations, right? At least we get to be together tonight.”

  Allen felt white hot rage course through his body.

  “I guess you’re right. I cared about Allen, but he never listened to me,” she said to him. “Besides, the relationship between me and his father has been stagnant for months. Maybe it’s best that I just leave this whole mess behind me…”

  “Let me see if I can help you get your mind off it,” said Frank. He began kissing Karen deeply, and running his hands across her chest. She held her arms up above her head, and the man pulled her shirt up and off her.

  Allen was flabbergasted by the whole situation. It did make sense, in a way. Karen had never been overly affectionate towards him or his father. And the cheating made perfect sense to. She had a body to die for, and it had always drawn the attention of men. Her bra clad breasts were now on display in front of him, and Allen felt his dick start to get hard as he looked at her.

  “Oh Frank, you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you,” his mom whispered to the man in a seductive voice. He pushed her back and towards the couch, out of Allen’s limited view from the door. He paused for a moment, and then walked out into the living room, still completely invisible.

  The two of them were on top of the couch, grinding against each other. Frank was on top of Karen and was kissing her passionately. Allen crept up until he was only a few feet away from him.

  “Take my bra off, Frank,” Karen whispered to the man. He complied, dutifully, unhitching the clasp and pulling it off her arms. Allen’s dick grew even harder at the sight of his mom’s exposed breasts. They were big and perfect, and seemed to call to him. The whole situation was unexplainably arousing to him, but he felt guilty at the same time. Everything was so wrong, from his mother cheating on his father to his hard cock that yearned for the illicit and taboo. He decided that it was up to him to set at least a couple of things right.

  “Oh Frank,” his mom said to the man. “I want you to fuck me…”

  The man quickly stripped off
his clothes, and undressed Karen’s lower half. Allen couldn’t help but notice that his mom’s pussy was cleanly shaved. It was beautiful and inviting looking, and his imagination ran wild with ideas about what it would feel like to slide his hard cock up into it. He banished them from his mind, and set his plan into action.

  As the man was climbing on top of his mother, moving his cock into position to fuck her warm and waiting cunt, Allen began to knock things over in the room.

  “What the hell?” said the man. A lamp had been knocked off a table, making a clatter as it fell. Next were a couple of books from the book shelf, which seemed to magically fly across the room and land in a crumple.

  “What is going on in here?” the man asked. Allen had oriented each thing he knocked over in a way so that it was only visible to him, and not his mother. He could see the look of fear on the man’s face, and his mother’s confusion on hers.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” asked Karen.

  “I…I think I should go…” The man said. Allen had written “Frank Will Die” on a piece of paper and was holding it up in front of the couch, directly in front of Frank’s line of sight, but in back of his mom’s.

  “Wait, what? What is it?” his mom asked.

  “Look! Just look over there!”

  Right as his mom turned, Allen crumpled the piece of paper and slid it under the couch. She stared into nothing, bewildered by the sudden outburst of her lover.

  “Are you feeling alright?” she asked him.

  “I have to go!” Frank said. He pushed her off of him and tripped himself in his rush to put his pants on. After some hurried fumbling, he managed to get enough of his clothes on to make it out the door. Karen just watched, totally confused and at a loss for words.

  Mission accomplished, Allen thought to himself. But there was still the issue of his mom. She had gotten off the couch and pulled on a tiny silk night robe. He still felt anger, and betrayal at what she had been about to do, but strangely, arousal as well. His cock was still rock hard, and seemed to pull in her direction.