Coming Home (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “You should be thankful that you were here for that long. I’d be happy to spend even just a couple of years in one place.”

  The remark came out a little snider than Max had intended, but luckily, Kim didn’t read too deeply into it. A comfortable silence hung on the air as the two of them dug into their food.

  There is a lot to like here. That neighbor girl, Rose, seemed to be friendly enough…

  “Mom, what’s the deal with you and Jen?” The question came out of Max’s mouth before he could stop it.

  “We have a lot of history,” said Kim.

  That’s it? That’s all she’s going to tell me?

  “What kind of history?” asked Max. “She seemed to be happy enough to see you.”

  Kim sighed and wiped her hands on a napkin she’d set out next to her plate.

  “Once upon a time, the two of us were about as close as two teenage girls could ever be.” She smiled. “Jen used to be my best friend, my actual best friend, not just somebody I liked.”

  “What happened?”

  Kim shrugged.

  “Boys, mostly,” she said. “Most of the ones we dated during our Junior and Senior years weren’t content to have just one of us or the other.”

  “So she stole your boyfriend?”

  Kim shook her head.

  “It was a mutual thing. We both did it to each other, and neither of us made a big deal about it, at least until it came to Billy.” Kim looked as though the memories were coming back in a flood. “Billy was the first guy who I let, well, it’s complicated…”

  Max cringed internally.

  This is a really weird conversation. I can’t even imagine Mom that way, can I?

  “Anyway, we never talked much after that,” said Kim. “Even back then, Jen was always trying to make it up to me. But I left shortly after, and to tell you the truth, I haven’t thought much about her since.”

  “Jeez, Mom, it’s been way over a decade since then.” Max reached his hand across the table and set it on hers. “Maybe you could think about forgiving her? It would certainly make things a little more comfortable for us here.”

  A knowing smile crept onto Kim’s face, and she squeezed her son’s hand back.

  “It doesn’t matter, sweetie,” she said. “It’s not something for you to worry about.”

  It was dark outside, and Max could see a reflection of the kitchen in one of the windows. He and his mom’s faces were blurred just enough to make the scene look almost like two lovers, sharing a romantic, home cooked dinner.

  What is going on with my head tonight?

  “I should probably be getting to bed.” Max yawned, and forced himself up from the table. “It’s late, and we’ll have a busy day of packing the house up tomorrow.”

  “Yes, of course.” Oddly, Kim looked a little sad, as though she’d been hoping for more company for the night. “Come on, you can sleep in my old room. Assuming that there is still a bed in it.”

  Max followed her over to the stairs. Her butt hung in front of his face as they walked up them, and another round of strange thoughts floated on his mind’s horizon. He pushed them aside and silently chastised himself.

  “Here we are,” said Kim. “Oh, wow. They haven’t touched anything.”

  She flicked the light on, and Max spent several seconds digesting the scene in front of him. It was the room of a teenage girl, and it looked nothing like what he would have expected out of his mom. The sheets on the small bed were pink and white, posters of boy bands and female pop stars adorned the walls, and everything felt incredibly feminine.

  “This… was your room?” Max shook his head and tried to hold his surprise in check.

  “Yeah, it was.” Kim walked over to the bed and sat down on it, rubbing her hand on the top sheet. “It feels odd being back here after all this time.”

  I’m going to sleep here tonight? Seriously?

  “Anyway, the bed’s soft enough, and the bathroom is just down the hall.” Kim stood up and started walking toward the door. “Don’t be too weirded out by all the girly stuff, okay? It’s just for a couple of nights.”

  Max nodded.

  “Alright, I’ll try,” he said. “Goodnight, Mom.”

  “Goodnight honey.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Kim closed the door behind her as she left.

  It was hard for Max to connect his prim, proper, authoritative mother to the girl that had once called the room her own. He scratched his head and slowly looked around, letting his eyes take in every inch of the teenager his mother once had been.

  She’s lived an entire life between when this space belonged to her and now. I shouldn’t read too deeply into it.

  Max slowly meandered over to the dresser. There were a couple of photos of an extremely attractive teenage girl on top of it, along with a jewelry box and a photo album.

  Oh my god… That’s Mom!

  He picked one of the framed photos up and examined it a little more closely. A strange mixture of emotions surged through him as he stared at the gorgeous young woman, who was about the same age as he was now, and the spitting image of the woman who had raised him.

  “Every guy must have been drooling over her,” he muttered.

  That’s my mom I’m talking about, god.

  Max shook his head and set the photo down, feeling a strange hot shiver run down his spine. There was another photo on the dresser, this one of Kim and someone else who also looked vaguely familiar.

  That’s Jen next to her. They both look so happy.

  The two of them had their arms around each other’s shoulders and were grinning like they’d just won the lottery. They held a small Tupperware container between them as though it were a trophy or a pot of gold.

  How can two people go from being such close friends to complete strangers?

  Max shook his head and slowly reached for the photo album. He stood in front of the dresser as he flipped through it. All of the photos in the beginning were of Kim as a child, but as he got further into it, she began to mature, both in body and attitude.

  The last few pages were of her as a teenager, around the same age as Max. One in the middle of the page grabbed his attention and dropped his jaw. His mother was wearing a tiny bikini, and her large breasts were only just barely contained by the tight fabric of the top.

  Good god, I can’t believe that’s her…

  Max felt his cock hardening against the confines of his dress pants. He slowly reached his hand out and flipped to the next page.

  The photos were even more revealing. One was of his mom, as a teenager, fresh out of the shower. She had a surprised smile on her face and covered herself with a towel that looked as though it had been grabbed only a moment before the shot had been taken.

  I should close this. She’s my mother. It’s not right.

  Despite himself, Max slowly turned to the next page. His cock was rock hard in his pants, and disappointingly, the photos were much tamer than the ones that on the previous page. He sighed and started to close the photo book.

  As he lifted it up to move it back into its spot, a loose photo that he hadn’t seen before fell out of it and dropped to the floor. Max picked it up and almost flinched in surprise as he took a look at it.

  It was of his mom, and looking at it made him feel a strange mixture of arousal and shame. She was lying on a bed, completely naked. One hand was covering her crotch, and her other arm was pulled across her breasts to cover them, though the edge of one of her nipples was just barely visible. She was smiling seductively, as though inviting Max or whoever decided to look at the photo jump into the frame and join her on the bed.

  This is unbelievable. Mom used to be this sexy? She… still is this sexy?

  Max shook his head and flipped the photo over. He started to put it back in the album, and then stopped. An evil voice in the back of his head was urging him to hold on to it, just in case.

  Just in case of what?

  Instead of putting it back where
he’d accidentally found it, Max opened one of the drawers of his mom’s old dresser. He figured he could tuck it away in there, where nobody but him would ever accidentally find it again.

  The drawer he’d opened was full of his mom’s underwear, and looking down into it made his cock instantly become even harder than it already was. Max slowly reached his hand down to slide the undergarments aside, and his finger grazed a pair of red silk panties. Without thinking about what he was doing, he slowly picked them up and held them out in front of him.

  Mom… How can this be?

  Max was on his bed. His pants were down, and the red silk panties were wrapped around his achingly hard cock. His free hand held the photo, and he stared at it as he slowly stroked himself off. It felt amazing, better than masturbation ever had before, better than he’d known that it could feel.

  What the fuck am I doing? She’s sleeping in the next room over!

  Rather than bringing him back to reality and forcing him to yield to his shame, the thought turned Max on even further. He stroked his hand up and down, rubbing the soft panties that his mom had worn against her pussy as a teenager along the shaft of his throbbing rod.

  It was impossible for him to ignore the facts. Kim had always been there for him, as a caring, loving mother. But there had been times, especially as a hormonal teenager, where he’d caught glimpses of her in underwear, or in tiny nightgowns. He’d seen her body before, the body of a hot, sexy, lust-worthy woman.

  That’s not it. I’m not lusting after her. I’m lusting after the teenager in the photo…

  The logic made a strange amount of sense on the surface. His mom wasn’t a teenager anymore, and the panties he was pleasuring himself with weren’t really hers anymore, either. Max nodded along with the train of thought, but a sinister voice whispered in the back of his head against it.

  She’s just as hot now as she was back then, if not even more so. And she’s still my mother.

  Max increased his pace. He thought of Kim lying on the bed in the next room over. He wondered if she was wearing anything underneath the sheets, or if she was just naked, just like in the photo, ready and waiting.

  He came almost immediately. Instantly, guilt flooded into his body, taking the place of the pleasure that had pushed him into doing something so dirty and sinful. Max shook his head and took a deep breath. He carried the evidence back over to his mom’s dresser and tucked it away as deep inside of it as he could.

  I’m never going to think about this again. This didn’t happen.

  Max lied back down on the bed and closed his eyes. Sleep did not come to him easily.

  CHAPTER 5

  “Well, are you just going to stand there, or…?”

  What the hell?

  A young, teenage version of Max’s mother was in front of him on the bed, covering her naked body in exactly the same way as she had been before in the photo. His cock was rock hard, and Max suddenly realized that he was naked too. His face felt hot, and he forced himself to look away.

  “Don’t be shy, honey,” whispered Kim. “Just climb onto the bed and give me a hug.”

  Max looked back. His mom was no longer a teenager, but a grown woman, a MILF of the highest caliber by anyone’s standards. Slowly, he felt his legs begin to carry him forward, his cock throbbing just a little bit harder with every step.

  “That’s it, sweetie.” Kim laughed and reached her arms out in much the same way that she had earlier that night. Max climbed onto the bed and entered her embrace, feeling his hard cock poke into her stomach as he did.

  Her body felt amazing against him. Strangely, Max’s first instinct was not to lean in and kiss her, as he might have done with another girl. He let her lead him forward, and a tingle went through him as his mom’s hand wrapped around his hard-on and began to slowly stroke.

  “That’s it,” she whispered. “Just let me take care of you, Max.”

  “But… you’re my…”

  She’s my mother!

  Suddenly, Kim reverted to her younger, teenage self. She was just a giggling 18 year old, and Max was overwhelmed by uncontrollable horniness. He kissed her on the neck and felt her wrap her legs around him as his cock poked its way toward her tight, wet hole.

  It’s okay if she’s a teenager, like me.

  “That’s it, sweetie,” whispered Kim. “We’re just experimenting, right?”

  Max let out a guilty gasp as the two of them tumbled forward onto the bed, his mother’s young body falling underneath his own. He grabbed at her breasts, feeling their size and softness as lust overwhelmed his mind.

  Her body is so hot. How could I ever resist her? How can I even try?

  Max slowly slipped his cock inside of her. The pleasure was enough to make him feel like he was about to cum prematurely, and as his mother began to writhe underneath him, he realized that it wasn’t an idle risk.

  “Max…”

  “Oh god Mom!”

  “Max!”

  The scene suddenly shifted out of Max’s awareness. His eyes were closed, and as he slowly opened them, reality began to come back into focus.

  “Uh… what?”

  He was in his bed, or rather, his mother’s old bed. It was still early in the morning, and Kim was standing in his doorway, smiling at him.

  “Sorry, sweetie, I thought you were already up.” She was wearing a nightgown that Max hadn’t seen before, a white one that had turned almost translucent over years of wear and wash. Max realized that he had a bad case of morning wood and tried to push the fading thoughts of his dream out of his head as his mom made her way over to his bed.

  “Oh, sorry Mom,” said Max. “I had a pretty strange… night.”

  Kim sat down next to him and set one of her hands on his thigh. The action sent a tremor of illicit pleasure humming through Max’s body. He glanced past his mom and almost had a heart attack upon seeing the dresser.

  I left the drawer open! If she looks that way, she’s going to see that I was picking through her panties!

  “Well, I’m going to make us breakfast.” Kim rubbed her hand up and down Max’s leg slightly, coming dangerously close to his throbbing cock. “And then we can get started.”

  Kim moved to stand up and turn for the door.

  I can’t let her see the open drawer!

  Max bolted up out of bed.

  “Mom! Hold on!” He was wearing nothing other than his boxers, but he reached out and grabbed onto Kim’s shoulders, preventing her from turning around.

  “What’s wrong, sweetie?” Kim eyed him suspiciously and set one of her soft hands on his chest. It was hard for Max to look at her and not see the teenager she had once been. That had been her once, the same teenager in the illicit photo sitting in the bottom of the drawer, and the same woman that’d been the star of the perverted dream he’d had the night before.

  “I just…” His mind was blank, and no excuse came at first. “I just wanted to give you a hug.”

  “Aw, that’s sweet.” Kim stepped into her half naked son’s arms, either not noticing his obvious erection, or deciding not to make a big deal out of it. “It’s been a rough couple of days, but I’m glad that you’re here with me, Max.”

  “So am I, Mom.”

  That was close.

  As Max pulled his mother against him, he immediately realized that he was far from being out of hot water. Her body was soft and warm, and the nightgown offered only the barest barrier between their bodies. His cock poked into her stomach, and it felt too good for to reel himself in.

  “We’ll have this house to ourselves for the next few days,” whispered Kim. “Though I guess with how much your father travels, that’s pretty typical for us.”

  “Oh yeah, Mom.”

  Max could see a couple of panties poking out of the drawer behind him. He leaned forward, bringing their bodies in closer contact in an effort to reach his hand past her and hide the evidence. He could tell without looking down that his mother wasn’t wearing a bra, the sensation of
her big, soft boobs pushing against his chest too compelling and vivid for them to have the extra layer of protection.

  “This was my room for so many years,” whispered Kim. “A lot of things happened in here.”

  “I know, Mom.”

  I know more than I think she must think.

  “It wasn’t too weird for you last night, was it?” As Kim asked the question, she leaned back slightly and pushed her hips forward, positioning herself in more of a lover’s embrace than a platonic hug.

  “No Mom, it was totally fine,” said Max, moving forward. The motion caused his cock to grind into her stomach in a way that felt incredible, but he pretended not to notice. He reached a little further with his hand, almost dipping his mom as though they were dancing, and managed to get his hand on the drawer and push.

  “What are you doing?” Kim eyed him suspiciously. Unfortunately, the sound of the drawer shutting was a little too obvious. She pulled back from Max and looked at your dresser.

  “I was just, uh…” Max bit his lip. “I was bored last night and I ended up looking around a bit.”

  Kim stared at him for a moment. The tension lingering on the air in the room felt like it had been ratcheted up to a new level. She slowly turned away from him and opened the drawer that he had closed.

  “These are my… panties.” Kim’s mouth fell opened, and she blushed. She looked back over at Max, who sheepishly averted his gaze.

  “I mean, I opened all your drawers, not just that one,” he said. “And the closet, too. I don’t know why it was still open.”

  She can see right through me. I feel like a pervert.

  Kim looked as though she was thinking about how to react. Finally, she crossed her arms and favored Max with an understanding expression.

  “Ok then.” She opened the drawer and pulled a couple of pairs of panties out of it, including the ones that Max had used the night before. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

  “I could use a couple of extra pairs to wear while we’re here,” she said. “Though these are a little bit minimalistic compared to the ones I wear now.”