Forbidden Temptation Volume 1 (Taboo Erotica Five Book Bundle) (Forbidden Temptation Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “I have to clean myself up for tonight.”

  He stepped back from his mom. She smiled at him, and then slowly turned and walked out of the shower, forgetting her towel and walking naked down the hallway to her room. Ricky took a deep breath and then climbed into the shower, wondering to himself why he had just done what he had done.

  It took all of the willpower he had to keep from jerking off in the bathroom. He did, at one point, try stroking his cock, but it felt wrong. All he could think about was his naked mother. It was almost like a virus had infested his mind, and was trying to convince him to bed her. He tried as hard as he could to focus on images of porn stars, and his girlfriend, and women who weren’t related to him, to no avail. Eventually, he just gave up, his cock still throbbing painfully.

  After the shower, Ricky made his way back into his room. He dried himself off, put on the clothes he had laid out, and then checked his phone only to find a disheartening message from Katie.

  “I have to cancel our plans for tonight, sorry! My grandmother came into town and we’re all going out for dinner. Maybe tomorrow? Xoxoxoxo”

  Ricky read it and then cursed under his breath. He sat down on his bed for a second, and then made his way downstairs, figuring that at the very least he could still enjoy having the house to himself. His mom was talking on her phone when he made his way into the kitchen.

  “Yeah, I understand. Okay…yeah, sure. Okay, well, I’ll call you! You too…bye.”

  She hung up her cell, and then sat down on one of the stools, frowning.

  “What’s wrong, mom?” he asked.

  “My date canceled on me…” she said. “Do you want me to go to a movie or something so you can have some alone time with Katie?”

  Ricky flashed her a very sympathetic smile.

  “Well, it looks like we’re in the same boat,” he said. “Do you want to be my date for tonight, mom?”

  “Oh, shut up you little horn dog!” laughed Stephanie. She playfully slapped him on the arm and then walked over to the counter, grabbing the bottle of wine that she had left for him before.

  “How about we drink this and just have some fun, mother son bonding time?” she said. “We can play cards, maybe watch a movie…it could be fun, right?”

  “More fun than sitting around alone and moping about getting stood up,” said Ricky. “Sure, count me in.”

  He smiled at his mom, and she smiled back at him. A strange spark of chemistry seemed to erupt between the two of them, and as much as each tried to ignore it, the feeling seemed to intensify as they walked into the living room, side by side.

  CHAPTER 4

  Ricky and his mom sat down on the couch. There was a deck of cards left out on the living room table, and Ricky grabbed it and started shuffling them. Stephanie had brought the bottle of wine out with her and poured each of them a glass.

  “So what do you want to play, honey?” she asked.

  “Let’s just play a few rounds of poker,” he said. “Do you want to see if you can find a movie or something to watch?”

  “Sure,” she replied.

  Stephanie began clicking through movies on the TV while Ricky dealt the cards. This could still be a fun night, he thought to himself. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Ricky had done plenty of drinking in high school, but it felt different to be so open with it. It felt especially strange given that his mother was right here with him, and she was the one providing him with the wine.

  “Alright, we’re good to go,” said Ricky. “We’re playing Texas Holdem,”

  “What are we going to use for betting?” asked Stephanie.

  “Oh yeah…you’re right.” Ricky had not thought of that. He looked around the room for a moment, thinking that there must be something they could use. His mom stood up and walked into the kitchen, and then came back with something in her hands.

  “Here, we go, pistachios,” she said, holding a bowl full of tiny, shelled nuts. “I filled it up for you and your girlfriend. I guess we can get some use out of it tonight after all.”

  “Perfect!” said Ricky. He and his mom took about 20 nuts each to use as playing chips, and then picked up their cards.

  The first few rounds went by relatively quickly. Ricky was an experienced poker player, but his mom was no slouch herself. She had scored an early straight in the third hand, and had caught up with Ricky after he had won the first two. A made for TV movie was playing on the screen, and the two would take a minute or so in between rounds to watch it.

  “That was pure luck,” said Ricky as his mom pulled the pile of pistachios across the table.

  “Oh, I don’t know, honey,” she said. “I think I understand this game a little better than you give me credit for.”

  Ricky rolled his eyes at her and dealt the next hand. He had two kings, and the flop gave him a third. He made a medium sized bet, hoping to draw out some chips from his mom, and it worked. She made a large bet, about half her pistachios, and he called it.

  The next two cards were of no additional help for Ricky, but it didn’t matter. His mom only had a pair, and he pulled all of the pot over to his side of the table.

  “Hmph!” his mom groaned. She took a large swig of her wine, and then reached down to the bottle at the side of the table to pour herself another glass. The shirt she was wearing, the one that she had originally put on for her date, billowed open. Ricky got a nice view of her cleavage, with the tiny black bra she was wearing only hiding a small portion of her breasts.

  She took a large sip out of her glass, and then looked over at him, catching his eyes on her body.

  “I think the wine might be getting to you, young man…” she said.

  “I think you might be right, mom.”

  “I don’t mind, it just makes the night a little more…interesting. Do you want a refill?” She held the bottle out and shook it from side to side slightly. He extended his glass and she filled it for him.

  Ricky could tell that his mom was quickly getting drunk. Over the next few rounds, she made bigger bets, becoming more careless. It seemed like she was bluffing all the time and he didn’t hesitate to call her on it.

  The wine was doing just as much of a number on him, but he was reacting to it very differently. It quickly became hard for him to keep his eyes off his mom. She had dressed up for her date, fixed her make up, and worn the sexiest, most seductive clothes she had. It was a huge contrast to the mom he knew and was used to.

  Her breasts seemed to push forward against the tight fabric of her shirt almost like they were begging for release. And her legs and butt seemed to have been forced into the tiny jeans she was wearing, and he could make out all the details he needed from the way the material clung to her curves.

  “Are you going to deal?” asked his mom, again noticing his gaze running across her body. Stephanie’s expression was not one of embarrassment, but of intrigue and flirtatiousness. She was getting a kick out of his horny, wandering eyes, or at least that was what it seemed like to Ricky.

  “I am,” said Ricky. “But you’re running out of things to bet with, mom.”

  It was true. Stephanie was down to just a couple of pistachios. Ricky was a skilled poker player, and he had taken the lion’s share of his mother’s chips over the last few rounds.

  “I have plenty to bet with, young man,” said his mom. “I think we should open up the rules a little bit on what constitutes a bet.”

  “Oh yeah?” said Ricky. “How so?”

  His mother smiled at him, and then slowly began to pull her shirt up and over her head. She placed it into the center of the table and smiled at him.

  “How much would my shirt be worth?” she asked.

  “Your shirt…?” Ricky looked at his mom, shocked by the brazenness of her actions. The bottle of wine was more than half empty, and he took a swig of his own glass as he tried to process the situation. Something about the idea of having his mom bet her clothes excited him, and he was just inebriated enough
to go along with, and see where it led.

  “Okay mom,” he said. “I’ll give you five pistachios for it,”

  Stephanie smiled, and looked at her cards. Ricky dealt the flop, and the two of them, mother and son, began to play strip poker.

  CHAPTER 5

  Ricky couldn’t help but stare. His mom’s breasts were only covered by a tiny black bra that seemed as though it was on the verge of bursting open. He looked at his cards, a jack and a queen, but found himself distracted below the waist as the hand played out.

  “What’s wrong, sweetie,” Stephanie said. “Is the new rule making it a little hard for you to focus?”

  “Mom, with all due respect, I would hold off on your taunting,” he said. “It’s going to take you out of the game, and before you know it, you’ll have lost more clothes than I thing you’d be comfortable with.”

  “Oh, you’d be surprised what I’d be comfortable with,” said his mom.

  He flipped over the rest of cards. It was not a fantastic hand for him, but he managed to make a pair of queens, and beat his mom’s two sevens in the end. He slid the pistachios he had put up and her shirt over to his side of the table.

  “So what’s next, mom?” he asked. “Are you really willing to go any further, or should we call it a night?”

  His mom huffed indignantly, and then stood up. She unzipped her jeans, and slowly wiggled out of them, tossing them onto the table with a nonchalant flick of her arm. Ricky started to push some pistachios into the center of the table, and then thought better of it, and took off his own shirt to call with.

  The hand played out in much the same fashion as the last one. Stephanie was drunk, and not having any luck. She huffed, and took off her socks for the next round. Ricky called with his shirt again, and began to wonder just where the game was going to lead. His cock was becoming excited in his pants, and he found himself really wanting to win.

  He managed a three of a kind, but his mom one upped him with a full house. She smiled and leaned over the table to collect her reward, giving Ricky a nice, tantalizing view of the cleavage poking out of her bra.

  Instead of betting pistachios for the next round, Ricky voluntarily slipped his pants off and dropped them on the center of the table. His cock was visibly tenting his boxers now, but he didn’t care. He wanted to win the game, and with it, whatever reward it entailed.

  He had a king and an ace for his hand, and the flop gave him two more of each. His mother smiled, and pushed her socks out onto the table. He called with his own socks, and then flipped out the next card.

  It was another king. He waited for his mom to make her bet. She looked at her cards thoughtfully for a moment, and then slowly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She pulled it off her chest almost like she was giving a strip tease, and then tossed it onto the table.

  “I’m going to bet,” she said.

  The sexual tension in the air was almost palpable. Ricky took a look at his cards, and then stood up, slowly pulling down his boxers. His cock popped out, rock hard and happy to be free of its prison. He dropped them onto the table and then sat down, naked.

  “I call,” he said.

  His mom gave him a devious smile. He flipped the last card down, a two, and then they both turned over their hands. His mom also had two pairs, but his beat hers easily. He pulled all of the clothing over and just tossed it on the ground next to him, feeling a little shocked that things had progressed so far and surprised that neither of them had said anything about it.

  His mom’s tits were gorgeous, and it was hard for him not to stare at them. He dealt the next hand, and felt one of his hands unconsciously travel down to his cock and begin stroking it under the table. He wanted to see all of her, up close. He wanted to feel her tits, and he wanted to do more than that. The thoughts of sex were almost like ghosts in his mind, haunting him with their taboo and forbidden nature.

  His mom looked at her cards, and then took off the last piece of her clothing, her panties, and tossed them on the table. Ricky had no clothing left on him to call with. He started to reach for the pile, but his mom spoke up before he could grab anything.

  “How about after this round, we just call it a game?” she said. “I think things have gone…well, far enough.”

  Ricky noticed for the first time that his mom was blushing. He started agree with what she had said, and then a very devilish, but very convincing idea began to take hold in his head.

  “We can call it after this, sure,” said Ricky. “But I think that we should talk a little about what the winner gets after. It doesn’t have to be anything outrageous, but it should be a reward, I think.”

  Stephanie took a large sip out of her glass of wine, and the nodded to her son. He smiled, and then dealt the cards.

  Ricky had an ace and a 6 of hearts, not the best hand but very workable. The flop was a 3, an 8, and a 9, with the last two also being hearts. Everything was on the table, and there was nothing left to bet. Ricky just continued flipping.

  The fourth card was a 7 of diamonds. His mom seemed to smile a little at it. He flipped the last card, and…it as a jack, a jack of hearts. Ricky smiled and tossed down his cards on the table, watching as his mother seemed to pout playfully at him.

  “Alright, that’s game!” he said. “See mom, you can’t mess with me when it comes to poker.”

  “Oh, you are such a brat,” she said. “I almost had you!”

  Ricky’s cock was hard and throbbing painfully. He couldn’t tell if it was the game, or the wine, or his mom’s naturally smoking good looks, but she looked like the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He took a big sip of wine and looked her right in the eyes.

  “Alright, let’s go talk about the terms of my victory in your room,” he said.

  “Ricky…I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea,” said his mom. “What if we just put our clothes on and watch a movie?”

  “Come on mom, real quick,” he said. “It will only take a second.”

  Before she could say no, he grabbed her by the hand and began leading her up the stairs. Stephanie followed, her naked breasts bouncing with every step. This was the only time Ricky had ever seen his mom in her true naked, exposed glory, at least for any length of time. This was his only chance, and he was too horny and drunk to let it go to waste.

  As soon as they entered Stephanie’s room, Ricky closed the door behind him and turned towards him. She was blushing fiercely, and when his eyes began to drink in her figure she covered her breasts and pussy with her hands, almost like a shy school girl caught in a gym shower by her crush.

  “Ricky…” she said. “Are you going to…?”

  He cut her off before she could say anything more, pushing his lips against her. His mom seemed to resist for a moment, but began kissing him passionately after a second, wrapping her arms around him and giving in to his embrace.

  Ricky pulled his mom off the ground and carried her over to the bed, throwing her onto it and mounting her. Stephanie seemed to have only put up a token protest, and was now eagerly running her hands up her son’s chest and preparing for what was about to happen.

  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt and pushed up against it. She was wet, but it still took a bit of force for him to get even just the head of his dick inside her.

  “Oh god,” said Stephanie. “Ricky…oh god, Ricky, this is so wrong…”

  “I know mom,” he said. “But I can’t stop myself, I…I have to.”

  He was telling the truth. Part of him was wracked with guilt. This was by far the most immoral and taboo thing he had ever done, but his cock was electric with the amount of pleasure coursing through it. His mom’s pussy felt better than Katie’s or any he had ever been inside of before, and he really couldn’t stop himself.

  Stephanie moaned as her son pushed himself deeper inside of her. She was much tighter than he had expected, and it took a couple of really slow thrusts to get her warmed up. But soon enough, Ricky was working up into a good
pace inside his mom, and the sounds she was making were a clear sign of her sexual arousal.

  “Oh god, Ricky,” she cried. “You’re my son!”

  “It’s just the game mom, the poker,” he said. “It just got out of hand, it’s nobody’s fault!”

  Was that really the case? It was as good of an excuse as any. Ricky felt his hips begin to go into autopilot as he thrust into his mother. She felt so warm, and so wet, and it was hard for him to focus. All he could do was fuck her with all the energy that he had.

  He shifted positions, and turned his mom so she was on all fours, facing away from him. He grabbed onto her hips and began to fuck her, his crotch banging into hers so hard that slapping noises of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the room. His mom was moaning and crying out to the rhythm of his thrusts, and the sound of her voice was an aphrodisiac to him.

  “Fuck, mom, your pussy feels so good,” he said. “I want…I want to cum in you, mom,”

  “No, Ricky, you can’t do that,” she cried. “It’s not okay Ricky, this is not okay!”

  He reached around and began running his index finger across his mom’s clit. She started screaming even louder, and the effect of it seemed to intoxicate her.

  “Oh god Ricky,” she said, in between moans. “You’re going to give mommy, a, a-“

  She began to cry out wordlessly, her body shivering as an orgasm took hold of her. Ricky only intensified his pace, fucking her even harder. He wanted to show his mom that he had grown up big and strong. He was still her little boy, but he was a man now, too, and could take her like a man.

  Eventually, Ricky felt himself pass beyond the point of no return. He pumped his cock into his mom a few more fast times, and then felt his white hot cum load explode deep into her pussy. He leaned over her as his seed spurted out, and then the two of them collapsed onto Stephanie’s bed, lying side by side.

  Neither of them said anything for a long time. Finally, Ricky reached over and rubbed his mom’s back.

  “It’s not your fault, mom,” he said. “I told you I was really good at poker.”