Crowded Bus: Lap Temptation (Taboo Erotica)
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He parked near the entrance and headed inside. A couple of the cast members were already gathered in front of the stage, including his mother. As they saw him walk over, they greeted him warmly.
“Maurice!” called one of them. “The prodigal son has returned.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said John. “I’m excited, today is the first day.”
They hung out in the auditorium seats for a little bit. John found it incredibly awkward to have to pretend that he didn’t know Helen. He did his best, and knew that any momentarily lapse in the ruse could cost one or both of them their roles.
“Alright everybody!” The director was the last to arrive, and he called out to them in a booming voice as he made his way down the aisle. “It’s time to get started!”
The first scene was mainly just backstory for John’s character, Maurice. He spent a lot of time working with the director on the delivery of a monologue, and the basic blocking of the act. It led right into the second scene, in which his character met Rose, his mom’s character, for the first time.
“My son should be home any minute,” said his mom, in character. “You can come in and wait, if you’d like.”
John was surprised by her acting ability, and found himself really believing that she could play Rose.
“Uh, I would like that,” he said, fighting his embarrassment as he found himself slightly flubbing the line.
He walked over towards his mom, into the area of the set that the director had blocked out. The props weren’t set up yet, but in the scene, he was supposed to slide in close next to her as he stepped through the door. John did the best he could to make it fit what it seemed like the director expected.
“Cut!” yelled the director. “That was garbage! Where is the tension? Where is the lust? These two characters are star crossed lovers, I want to see the two of you eying each other as though you want it now!”
John walked back into his spot, and began to run through the scene again. This time, he could tell that his mom had taken the director’s advice to heart. She had a look in her eyes when she spoke her lines that made his cock tingle with desire.
As he moved to head into the imaginary house, this time Helen stood so that there was no way that he could get by her without brushing up on her body slightly. His crotch made contact with the side of his mom’s hip, and he felt a wave of hot, pleasurable fire shoot through his body. Their eyes met, and he could see his mom blush a little, though it was hard for him to tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal.
“Alright, that was a little better!” called the director. “Let’s get the slum town kids out on stage.”
John and his mom walked back into the staging area behind the curtain. He felt incredibly confused by what was happening, but Helen seemed to be handling it much better than he was. She smiled at him, and rubbed his shoulder.
“Don’t take it too seriously, sweetie,” she whispered. “It’s all just pretend.”
John nodded, and did his best to take her advice to heart. It didn’t feel like pretend, not to his mind and not to his hormones. He began to worry that the situation might get out of hand in all the wrong ways.
“Maurice and Rose!” yelled the director. “We need you back on stage, pronto.”
The director had jumped around in the script to account for cast absences, and the one he had chosen for them to rehearse was midway through the play, a sex scene starring Maurice and Rose. John began to blush intensely when he realized what they were going to have to do, and wondered if it was too late to come up with an exit strategy.
“Alright, we’re running the scene where Maurice and Rose watch a movie on the couch for the first time,” said the director. “Helen, I really want you to tease him under the blanket as much as you can. He’s a strapping young lad, he can take it.”
John’s mom blushed a little, but nodded dutifully. He walked over to the couch that the director had set up and lied down on in lengthwise. His mother climbed on in front of him, and then pulled the blanket over both of them.
“Alright action!” cried the director.
“Rose, I really should be getting home,” said John, feeling more confident in his lines. “I can stop by and see Tim another time.”
“Oh, please, Maurice,” whispered his mom.
“Louder!” called the director.
“Oh, please, Maurice,” said his mom. “You know that you didn’t come here to see my son, did you?”
John felt his mom’s hand begin to massage his crotch, and almost forgot his next line.
“Uh, Rose, don’t say things like that,” he said. “I’m your son’s friend, and I came here with pure intentions.”
“Oh, is that really true?” asked his mom. “Your fellow down below seems to tell a different tale.
It was true, and not just in the scheme of the play. John had a full blown erection, and was mortified by the way his mom was rubbing it up and down. It felt incredible, but the guilt and shame he was experiencing made it hard to focus on acting.
“Oh god, Rose,” moaned John. “This isn’t why I’m here. The orphanage needs volunteers, we need to get the kids back on track.”
“You’re one of those kids, Maurice,” said Rose. “How about I get you back on track?”
His mom began to pump faster beneath the blanket, her hand closing around his cock through his pants. John began to grab at her breasts and rub against her, under the guise of the scene. It felt so amazing, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to…
“Cut!” cried the director. “Maurice, that’s your line!”
John didn’t hear him. He kept thrusting into his mom hand, faster and faster, until finally he couldn’t hold out any more, and began to spill out his sticky wet cum into his pants. It began to soak through almost immediately, and he felt his mom recoil her hand in horror.
“John!” she whispered.
“Sorry,” he said, feeling himself overwhelmed with disgusting feelings. “I got a little carried away.”
He saw her face, and it was flushed redder than John had ever seen before. It only made him feel worse, and he found himself wondering just how he could have done something so sick and perverted.
“We’re going to break for today, I have to pick up my mother from the airport,” called the director. “Great work everyone.”
Helen immediately began heading towards the seats and towards the other cast members, not even giving John so much as a fleeting glance. He was grateful for it, however, as it meant that he could sneak out through backstage without anyone seeing the mess on his crotch. John had never been so embarrassed in his life, and had a confusing, silent drive back home.
Community Theater by Anya Merchant