by Anya Aurelie
I looked over at Ed, who was still trying to catch his breath. “That was so hot,” he gasped out, then seemed to remember where he was and quickly pulled on his boxers and pants.
“Don’t tell your mom,” he whispered with a wink, then walked out of the room. I heard him making his way down the hall and into my mom’s bedroom.
You’re going to get caught, I told him mentally. Just you wait and see. Ed had no idea how far I was willing to go to get Mom’s attention.
I picked up the book, squeezing my legs together to try to keep his cum from dripping out of me, and headed upstairs to my bed. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Carrying out this plan was going to be fun.
My Unprotected Taboo Revenge, #2
The day after I lost my virginity to my mom’s boyfriend, I lay in bed wondering if I’d made the right choice. After all, you only get one first time, and I’d wasted it on someone I didn’t even like. I remembered Ed’s swollen cock peeping though his pants, how I’d taken it out and put my virgin mouth on it, tasted him before letting him inside of me.
I remembered how he’d stretched me open, how there had been resistance at first before he’d pushed his way through, broken my hymen, popped me open and fucked me raw. I remembered how wet and horny I’d been, how much I’d loved having his cock inside of me even though I was only doing it to get revenge on him for what he’d said to me about being a slut.
I’d show him slut, that was for sure. I’d show him who had the right to judge and who didn’t — who was pure and who wasn’t. And Ed, after taking the virginity of his girlfriend’s nineteen-year-old daughter, was most definitely not pure. So what if I’d maneuvered my way onto his cock, so what if I’d teased him until he couldn’t say no, so what if I’d given him a little peep show until he’d given in? It had ultimately been his choice, and who was really to blame, the virginal teenager, or the man twice her age in a committed relationship?
No, I decided, fucking him had not been in vain. Ed was someone I needed to get rid of. Someone I hated. Someone I wanted out of my life and out of Mom’s life — at whatever cost.
It was all part of the plan to get Mom to throw him out. And if I did manage to get her to catch us, it would all be worth it. Yes, I decided, I had no regrets about fucking Ed.
As I reached my fingers down to my sore pussy and began rubbing myself, I knew that I’d do it all over again — and the sooner the better. But not today. Today was the day I’d finally get my chance with Chris after all these years of lusting after him.
My pussy was already wet, still full of Ed’s cum from the night before. I thought of him sneaking back into bed with Mom last night, never telling her that he’d popped her daughter’s delicate cherry.
I pushed my fingers inside of myself, horny all over again remembering how it had gone down, how I’d let my lacy nightie drift up my thigh and reveal my bare pussy. And I rubbed myself until I came, thinking about his hard cock inside of me, how he’d taken me from behind and made me his, how he’d filled me with his cum.
Then I got out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast.
“Hi, Mom,” I said on entering the kitchen. She was at the stove, making an omelette. Ed sitting at the kitchen table watching her. He would, I thought. Just expect breakfast to be made for him and not offer to help out.
“Hi, sweetie. How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Very well,” I said. “I guess I was all worn out.” I saw Ed flinch, and pretended not to notice. “How are you, Ed? Did you get back to sleep?”
He shot me daggers from his eyes, but I just smiled sweetly. Mom turned around to glance at us. “What do you mean back to sleep?” she asked. “Were you up last night?”
I stared innocently at Ed as he fumbled his way through a response. “Oh, yes, I uh…I couldn’t sleep, so I got up for a bit to watch TV. I passed by Mia in the family room while she was reading.”
I almost snorted in laughter. First of all, he had done a hell of a lot more than just pass by. Second, no one in our house had ever used the term “family room.” It was the living room. Just one more way Ed was so wrong of this family, I thought.
He looked distinctly uncomfortable, but Mom just murmured that she was sorry he hadn’t been able to sleep and turned back to the stove.
“What are your plans today, Mia?” Mom asked.
“I thought I’d get together with Chris,” I said. Mom had met my high school crush last year at our graduation and had said he was cute. Now that I’d met Ed, though, I could see that Chris really wasn’t her type. Apparently she was more into assholes.
“That’s nice,” she said. “I liked him. Where are you two going?”
“Not sure,” I said. “I might just have him come over here, if that’s all right.”
“Sure, honey, just stay out in the living room, okay? You know I don’t like you having boys in your bedroom.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mom, I’m not a kid anymore,” I said. Besides, I wanted to add, who’s to say sex can’t happen in the living room? I looked over at Ed and tried to telepathically transmit that very message, hoping to make him even more uncomfortable than he already was.
“I know you’re not. But this is my house, and I’d like you not to take boys into your bedroom,” she said. A moment later, she announced, “Okay, omelette’s ready. Where’s your plate?” and Ed handed it to her.
I waited to see if she was going to offer to make me an omelette, and when she didn’t I grabbed a box of cereal, glaring at Ed. It was like she’d completely replaced me while I was away at college, and it wasn’t okay with me. Did she even care about me at all anymore?
I missed how things used to be between me and my mom. We were so close when I was growing up. After my dad left, she became something of my best friend. Maybe it wasn’t a textbook healthy family relationship, but it worked for us. I told her everything, and she told me everything.
So then how did she manage to date someone for eight months and live with him for five without ever letting me know?
Mom and Ed got ready for work while I munched on my cereal, thinking. I realized I didn’t even know what Ed did for a living, but I didn’t care. The less I knew about him the better, I decided. I already knew what his cock looked, tasted, and felt like, and that was already too much.
And I was already feeling myself getting wet and horny all over again, just thinking about it.
Good thing I’d see Chris soon. I hoped I’d be able to take some of this sexual energy out on him. Ah, Chris. I’d gotten a crush on him the moment I’d first met him freshman year, and hadn’t ever gotten up the nerve to ask him out. We’d finally become friends senior year, but nothing had ever happened between us. We’d always had a sexual chemistry, though, and I had a feeling something would’ve happened if I hadn’t been so timid — and maybe if he hadn’t either.
Mom and Ed left for work, and I went to watch TV for a while, waiting for it to be a reasonable hour to contact Chris. Most people my age wouldn’t have been up at that hour, but my college was in a different time zone, and it was already late morning there.
Finally it was ten o’clock, and I decided that was late enough. “Hey, what are you up to?” I texted. “Want to get together?”
My phone was silent for the next hour, and I felt butterflies in my stomach while I waited for him to get back to me. Finally, it buzzed. “Sure, what are you thinking?”
I sighed. Guys my age just didn’t understand how this was supposed to work. I was supposed to suggest one thing, and he was supposed to add to it. I’d suggested getting together; now he was supposed to offer up ideas. But instead I got nothing from him. I’d have to do all the work here.
“Why don’t you just come over to my mom’s house and we can hang?” I texted.
“Okay.” That was it, which was irritating, but at the same time I was excited almost to the point of nauseous at the idea of seeing him again after all this time.
I waited for Chris for hours, and he finally sh
owed up at three o’clock. I should’ve been angry that he’d kept me on hold for so long, but the moment I saw those big, brown eyes, I forgot about everything except wanting to hop into bed with him.
“Hey, Chris,” I said, suddenly shy, and moved out of the doorway to let him in.
“Hi, Mia, long time,” he said, giving me an awkward hug.
“So…want to go talk in the living room?” I asked, and he followed me down the hall. As much as I disliked my mom’s rule, I would at least try to follow it.
We sat on the couch where Ed had taken my virginity the night before, and talked about school and life and old friends. He had stayed in town to attend community college, while I’d gone across the country. Memories of high school life came flooding back as he caught me up on who was doing what, and who had gotten arrested for what, and who was dating whom.
I wanted to touch him so badly, and I tried to remember how I had started things with Ed the night before. I hoisted my feet up onto the couch and sat sideways, my back resting against the armrest. I let my foot drift toward his leg, then touched him with my toe, poked him.
He looked up at me and smiled, and I giggled. I poked him again. This wasn’t exactly how things had started with Ed, but it’s what felt right with Chris. One thing that remained the same as the night before, though, was how horny I felt, sitting there in that living room with a boy I liked at the other end of the couch, wondering if I could seduce him.
Was it slutty to want to fuck someone else the day after I lost my virginity? I wondered. I decided it was fine. I’d had a crush on Chris for years, and Ed was just a side project. A hate fuck. A revenge fuck. A get-out-of-my-life-forever fuck, at least once Mom found out.
Chris grabbed my toe and held it in his hand, and I giggled some more and wiggled out of his grasp. I poked him again, and he grabbed my foot again, and soon we were wrestling on the couch, poking and prodding and grabbing each other, slapping each other away, and laughing, laughing, laughing.
I inched closer to him as we fake-wrestled, and soon my face was right in front of his. I leaned in toward him and kissed him deeply, and he kissed me back. His lips were soft and wet, not like Ed, whose upper lip was covered in rough stubble.
Then Chris was grabbing at my breasts as though he had to have them, and I thought, Wow, this is actually happening! I couldn’t believe it, after all this time. It had been so easy.
Guys are such sluts, I thought. They’d do anyone with a little prompting.
I let Chris massage my breasts through my shirt, and let his hands wander beneath it, and into my bra, to feel my breasts bare and run his hands over my nipples. I leaned into his hands and ran my fingers up and down his arm.
“Want to move to my room?” I whispered to him. I realized then that maybe it was a good thing I’d had sex with Ed. By age nineteen, wasn’t virginity not such a good thing anymore? I mean, maybe Chris wouldn’t have wanted to take my virginity. Maybe he’d assume it meant something, when all I really wanted was to fuck the guy I’d lusted after throughout high school.
Yes, I decided, I had definitely made the right decision to get rid of my V card.
I still felt like a virgin, though, as Chris and I made our way clumsily toward my bedroom, not wanting to take our hands off each other. He still grabbed at my breasts, grabbed my ass, and I playfully swatted him away while secretly loving the attention.
We collapsed on my old childhood bed and attacked each other’s bodies. I pulled his shirt up and off his head, and he did the same to me. I sat there in my bra, chest to chest with Chris, and then he reached behind me and unfastened that too, and my breasts were bare. He looked like he’d won the lottery as he stared at them, then leaned in to lick and suck them.
I lay back onto the bed and let him explore my body, and then I began grabbing at his belt, trying to undo it while he was on top of me, which was no easy task. My heart pounded like I was still a virgin, which I practically was. I was so nervous.
I pulled his belt out and undid his pants, and he pushed them off of himself and onto my bedroom floor along with his boxers, and then Chris, this beautiful god of a nineteen-year-old, was naked in my bedroom. I couldn’t believe my luck.
He tried to unfasten my pants too but couldn’t get them off, so I helped him, sliding out of my pants and panties until I too was naked in my bed. Then he climbed on top of me, and I felt his hard cock pushing into my stomach, felt the tiny drop of precum at its tip.
He lined his cock up with the opening to my pussy, and I held my breath, heart pounding like crazy, and —
And then my bedroom door was flung open, and a furious Ed appeared in the doorway, looking twice his size because he was so enraged.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he thundered, and Chris nearly jumped out of his skin. He dove beneath the covers to hide himself, and didn’t leave any for me. I was left lying naked and exposed in front of my mom’s boyfriend.
“We were just —” I started to protest, but of course it was useless.
“Your mother told you no boys in your bedroom!” he shouted.
“And you’re not her!” I yelled back. “Who are you to tell me what to do? I only just met you yesterday!”
This was completely ridiculous, and I was not going to put up with it.
“I don’t care when you met me. I am your mother’s partner, and I am telling you that you must follow her rules, our rules, while you are in this house. Do you understand?”
I glared at Ed. “No, I do not understand!” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. This was humiliating. I couldn’t believe that Chris was watching such a horrible exchange. I would never be able to live this down. He would never forget it. He would probably never want to hook up with me ever again, and I would never get to know what it felt like to have his beautiful cock shoved deep inside of me.
“You — out of here,” Ed demanded to the cowering Chris, who jumped up immediately with the blanket still around him.
“No! Don’t go!” I protested, but Chris was already grabbing his clothes and running for the bathroom.
“I can’t believe you did that!” I yelled at Ed, furious.
“I’m not the one who did anything wrong,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, quieter now. “Is that so? You didn’t do anything wrong when you took my virginity last night?” I made sure my voice was quiet enough that Chris wouldn’t be able to hear me down the hall.
Ed turned red and seemed to stumble. “That was a mistake, and it is never happening again,” he said. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you are not allowed to have boys in your room. And you are certainly not allowed to be naked with them in bed.”
I felt his eyes traveling up and down my body, and became self-consciously aware of the fact that I was lying there naked in front of him still. I found the end of the sheet and pulled it over my body, though when I looked down I saw that it was too thin to hide much. My nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
“Bye, Mia, see ya,” Chris called hurriedly as he rushed back past the door and toward the stairs. I sighed. I doubted I would ever see him again. I wanted to scream. I was so fucking horny I almost couldn’t stand it, and I had been so close to getting fucked by the one guy in the whole world I wanted more than anyone.
And Ed had stopped me. Again, Ed.
And then I remembered that it was almost time for Mom to get home, and I realized I had another shot at getting her to walk in on us. I pulled the sheet a little tighter around my body to emphasize my curves.
“You’re not going to tell Mom, are you?” I asked. I saw Ed trying not to look at my breasts.
