Coming Home (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Max let out a sigh and slowly nodded.

  As long as she doesn’t find the photo or look too closely at the ones I used, I’m okay.

  “I’ll meet you downstairs, honey.” Kim leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. She glanced down briefly at Max’s erection, and the red spots on her cheeks deepened a little more. Max wanted to crawl back into bed and hide, but he said nothing and waited for her to leave before letting himself breathe.

  CHAPTER 6

  Max took a second to breathe before pulling on his clothes. He did his best to avoid thinking about what had just happened, and what had happened the night before.

  It doesn’t mean anything. I’m just a horny, stupid teenager.

  He sighed, and slipped on his t-shirt and shorts. As he made his way toward the door, something to the right of the dresser caught his eye.

  It was another photo and Max hesitated for a moment before bending down and picking it up.

  The last thing I want is to see another revealing picture of Mom… Right?

  He forced the thoughts out of his head and slowly picked up the photo. It was a picture of Kim as a teenager, but she was fully clothed, and Jen was in the frame with her. The two girls were both smiling broadly at the camera and holding up a Tupperware box that Max was sure he’d seen in another one of the shots.

  I wonder what’s inside…

  Max flipped the photo over and realized that a crude map had been drawn on the back of it. It was in the style of a classic treasure map, with an X marking the spot at the end of a long, dotted path with a couple of landmarks penciled in.

  He shrugged and stuffed the photo into his pocket as he made his way downstairs. His mom was pulling freshly made waffles out of an ancient looking waffle iron. She smiled at him as he made his way over to the counter, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened between the two of them.

  “Unfortunately, we don’t have any milk or orange juice, but I’m making some coffee if you want some.” Kim looked as though she was finding a sort of comfort in being back in her old home.

  “I’m fine with just water.” Max set the photo on the counter. “What’s this?”

  The sight of the photo caused Kim to frown slightly. Her eyes had a far off look in them for a moment, and then she shook her head.

  “I can’t believe you found that silly picture,” she said. “God, it’s been a lifetime since I’ve even thought about it.”

  “The map on the back, what does it lead to?” asked Max. “I take it that you and Jen buried treasure, or a time capsule, or something?”

  “Don’t waste your energy thinking about it, honey.” Kim turned away from him and walked back over to the waffle iron. “We’ll be out of here in a couple of days, and I think it’s for the best. I left this place for a reason when I was younger, and it still stands.”

  Kim bent over to take something out of the bottom cupboard by the sink. Max couldn’t keep his eyes off her butt, the same butt he’d seen on the sexy teenager in the photo, ageless and divine.

  What am I thinking? She’s not a teenager, she’s my mom.

  “Honey, do you mind going to the store to pick up some trash bags?” Kim stood up, not noticing the illicit attention he’d been paying her behind. “We’re going to need at least a couple dozen.”

  Max nodded slowly. His cock was hard inside of his shorts, and it made his stomach twist in discomfort.

  “Yeah, sure,” he said. “I’ll leave right now!”

  “But what about breakfast?”

  “I’ll take it to go!” He pinched a hot waffle between two fingers and took a bite out of it as he made his way toward his door. Kim looked at him curiously and shook her head.

  The photo felt like it was burning a hole in Max’s pocket as he stepped out onto the driveway. It was a gorgeous summer day, hot without being too hot, with puffy white clouds being swept across the sky by a consistent, gentle breeze. Max was too busy staring at the treasure map to appreciate it.

  He walked forward toward the car, wondering if he should head back inside to grab the keys from his mom or try to walk into town instead. A gust of breeze suddenly pushed against him and pulled the photo out of his hand.

  “Damn it!” He leaped after it, feeling a bit foolish as it skipped across the ground in front of him. Before he could close the distance over to it, somebody else beat him to it.

  “What’s this?” The girl he’d briefly met the day before, Rose, held up the photo in her hand. Max stared at her blankly.

  She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts, much like she’d had on the day before, along with a loose short sleeve blouse. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a curly braid that hung to her shoulders, and her breasts curved out from her chest.

  “Oh, hey.” Max scratched his head and cringed. She was staring at the girls in the photo, and Max was waiting on baited breath to see just what her reaction would be.

  “Is this some kind of… map?” Rose smiled and then glanced back at him. “Huh. And that’s your mom and my mom, together.”

  Max nodded.

  “I found it in my mom’s room this morning,” he said. “I guess they set up a little treasure hunt. Back when they were still civil to each other, I mean.”

  Rose slowly walked over to him. She looked him up and down, as if taking stock of his body. Max did his best to stay calm and collected, though given how little experience he had talking to girls his age, it was a bit of a challenge.

  “Were you planning on checking it out?” asked Rose. “I recognize a couple of these landmarks, you know.”

  “I… hadn’t really thought about it.” Max shrugged. “My mom and dad aren’t interested in staying in town long. I was going to spend today packing the house up.”

  “Isn’t that all the more reason to check it out immediately?” Rose grinned and leaned her face in close to his, flashing her pretty eyelashes as though trying to cast a spell on him.

  She must have dozens of guys drooling over her.

  “I mean, yeah, I guess,” said Max. “I still have to run an errand today, though, and I should probably let my mom know-“

  “Awesome! Come on!” Rose grabbed his hand and pulled him forward before Max could say anything else. He looked back at his grandparent’s home and shrugged.

  When adventure calls, you don’t put it on hold.

  CHAPTER 7

  “So tell me about yourself, Max.”

  Rose was leading Max out of town by way of a small forested trail that split off from one of the parks next to their neighborhood. She bubbled with enthusiasm, and Max found himself having to work to keep up with her, both physically and emotionally.

  “There isn’t really much to tell,” he said, feeling lame. “I’m 18, headed into my senior year. My family moves a lot, so I haven’t really settled down very much in my life.”

  “So you have a lot of experience traveling, then,” said Rose. “You’ve got me beat on that. I’ve been stuck in this town with my mom for the past ten years.”

  Max shrugged.

  “That doesn’t sound so bad.” He followed behind her as the two of them pushed through a patch of thick vegetation, tall trees on either side of them creating a natural tunnel that blocked out the sunlight.

  “Trust me, it gets boring fast.”

  “The only person I have around to talk to most of the time is my mother.” Max felt a little foolish admitting it to her so quickly, but there was something about Rose that put him at ease. “That’s about as boring as it gets.”

  Rose glanced back at him as she ducked under a tree branch, smiling.

  “That doesn’t seem like it would be all that boring,” she said with a laugh. “Well, maybe for you as her son, but for any other teenage boy, it would be absolutely riveting.”

  What the hell is she implying, exactly?

  “Hey, don’t look at me like that!” Rose stopped walking for a second and held up both of her hands defensively. “I get plenty of comments about my m
other, too. Just figured I’d take the chance to give rather than take.”

  “Whatever.”

  Despite her explanation, it was a little hard for Max to brush the innuendo aside. Rose talked about her life at Newhaven High, local attractions, and the other teenagers in the town. Max listened to almost none of it, instead thinking obsessively about the photo of his mom on the bed and the strange, shameful allure of her as a teenager girl.

  This is ridiculous! I’m driving myself insane…

  “Max? Are you listening?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Max smiled and scratched his head.

  “Quit being such a space cadet,” said Rose. “You’re acting like this is the first time you’ve been alone with a pretty girl before.”

  Max shrugged.

  “Here, we’re coming up on the next landmark.” He pushed in a little closer to Rose and held the map up so they both could see the details. “Do you recognize it? It’s like, a big tree over a cliff, or something.”

  “It’s the tire swing!” Rose laughed and pulled him forward by the hand. “One of the reasons why I was so excited about going on this treasure hunt.”

  The trail began sloping upward. Max could hear something ahead of them, almost like a long line of cars speeding by on the highway. As they made their way further along, he realized what it was.

  “Here we are,” said Rose. “One of the best cliff diving spots for miles around.”

  Max saw the tree, along with a deep river that he realized was also faintly sketched onto the map. It was twenty feet below them, and the tree jutted out over it at an angle. A tire swing hung directly over the middle, swaying slightly in the gentle breeze.

  “That’s it?” asked Max. “This is a pretty big area to search through. How are we going to find whatever’s hidden here?”

  “Simple.” Rose smiled at him, and then abruptly reached down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head.

  What the hell?

  “You should see your face right now!” Rose laughed as she stood in front of them, her big breasts hanging half exposed in her tiny bra.

  “I just wasn’t expecting you to start undressing,” said Max. “So… you think we should look in the water, then?”

  Rose nodded and then began wiggling out of her shorts. Max felt his cock stirring as he watched her and tried to keep himself calm.

  “Alright,” he said. “It’s the summer. Swimming is fine by me.”

  He quickly stripped down to his own boxers. Rose stood near the edge of the cliff. As Max walked over to her, she also approached him, bringing herself slightly closer than what was platonically appropriate. The air felt hot, and Rose had a curious look in her eyes.

  Before Max could read deeper into the situation, she laughed, and unceremoniously pushed him forward off the edge of the cliff. Max was too surprised to even yell as he dropped down into the water, crashing into the surface of a river in a twisted heap.

  Sounds were muffled and his moments felt drawn out. Max was surprised by how warm the water was, and how clean and fresh it felt against his skin. The river’s bottom was out of reach in the spot he’d landed, and he felt himself being pushed downstream as he reached the surface and took a breath.

  “You’re too easy, Max!” Rose was watching him from the top of the cliff, half naked and incredibly pleased with herself. Max smiled back and flipped her off.

  “The water’s nice, come on in,” he said.

  I can’t wait to see what she looks like all wet. Her body more than makes up for how annoying she can be.

  Rose ran forward and jumped off the cliff. Instead of letting herself drop directly down into the water, she reached out and grabbed the rope swing. It arced her around in a wide circle, first over the river, and then back over the ground. On the second time around, she let go just as the water passed underneath her.

  “Wheeeeeeeeee!” She landed next to Max in a cannonball, splashing the water up around her. Max tread water as he waited for her to pop back up above the surface.

  “Wow, that was fun!” Rose smiled at him and laughed. “Nothing like a nice swim on a hot summer day.”

  “Let’s see if we can find anything down on the bottom of the river.” Max glanced up at the tree swing, which the two of them were slowly drifting away from. “It’s probably near where we jumped off, so if we dive down and look carefully, it shouldn’t be too hard to-“

  “Found it!” Rose had gone back under without him realizing it. She swam through the water over to him, and for a second, their bodies pushed against each other.

  “Where?” asked Max. Rose grabbed onto his shoulder and then pointed down at a spot that was almost directly underneath the tree swing.

  “I’m going to see if I can pull it up to the surface,” she said. “It’s small, but it was weighted down with like, rocks or something.”

  Max nodded and then followed after her as she dove down. The river wasn’t flowing as fast underneath the surface, and it was a little easier for them to stay in place as they approached what lay on the bottom.

  The object was easy to spot, a rectangular Tupperware container that stood in stark contrast to the rocks and mud around it. Max reached it before Rose, and slowly started to pull it up. Rose watched from the side, and the two broke the surface at the same time.

  “Alright,” said Max. “Let’s get it to the shore and take a look!”

  CHAPTER 8

  The two of them waded out of the water and onto a small, sandy stretch of the river bank. Max’s boxers stuck to his crotch as the water dripped off him. He looked over at Rose and saw that her underwear was in an even more compromised state, her bra turned almost see-through by the wetness.

  “Open it up carefully,” said Rose. “We don’t want whatever is inside to get wet.”

  She shook droplets of water out of her hair, causing her breasts to bounce tantalizingly within Max’s line of view. He did his best to be polite, but it was hard, in more ways than one.

  How is she so comfortable standing in front of me half naked?

  Max turned his attention to the box. It looked a little different from the one he’d seen in the photo, the same size but red and brown instead of blue and white. He gingerly pulled the top off of it and found that it was full of rocks on the inside.

  “Just as I thought,” said Rose. “Here, dig through them. Whatever our moms hid in their must be at the bottom.”

  Sure enough, underneath the rocks was a small, sealed, plastic bag. Max stared at it for a couple of seconds before realizing what he was looking at.

  “It’s… an old movie ticket?” He looked at Rose and frowned.

  “Weird. Is there anything written on it?”

  Max took the ticket out of his bag and turned it around in his hand. It felt worn and fragile, as if the paper it was printed on was beginning to lose its constitution. Rose chewed her lip and crossed her arms as she looked at it.

  “Here,” she said. “Let me take a look.”

  She moved to take it from Max, but instead of just reaching her hand out she approached from behind him, letting her arm curl slightly around his chest and pressing her breasts against his back.

  What is she doing?

  Rose just smiled, as though feeding off his confusion. She took the ticket from him and then looked at it closely.

  “Seat 43,” she said. “That’s the clue.”

  “Seat 43?” Max turned around. Rose was still standing a little too close to him, and he couldn’t stop himself from looking at her breasts, his lower half rising to attention.

  “Seat 43.” Rose’s voice was a soft whisper. “The movie theater is the small one in town. We can go and check it out tomorrow.”

  She didn’t back away from him, and rather, stepped in even closer.

  “What’s wrong, Max?” She stared into his eyes and smiled as though she knew something that he didn’t. “Haven’t you ever been this close to a girl before?”

  This is insane.
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br />   Despite his confusion, Max’s body seemed to know exactly what to do. He reached his hands out and set them on Rose’s hips as she leaned her face forward, and the two of them kissed. Her lips were hot against his and his erection poked into her stomach, still cold from the river.

  “Rose…” Max shook his head slightly. This was not something that usually happened to him.

  “Just enjoy the moment, Max,” she whispered, sliding her hand down to his hard cock. “Isn’t that what we came here to do?”

  Max let out a soft moan as Rose seductively worked his cock out of his boxers. He pawed at her breasts with his hands, feeling just how warm and soft they were and getting pulled deeper into his arousal.

  Rose kissed him again, letting one of her hands slowly caress his tool as she pushed her lips against his. It was different from anything Max had ever felt before. His sexual experience had been limited to his own internet activity, and real life foreplay was in a different league of intensity.

  “Oh man…” Max felt pleasure course through his body as Rose began breathing on his neck and then tracing her way down his body with soft, wet kisses.

  “Just relax,” whispered Rose. She slowly dropped to a kneeling position in the sand and then smiled up at Max, fluttering her beautiful eyes with her face an inch in front of his cock.

  She giggled, and then let out a long, hot breath on the head of his cock.

  I feel like I’m going to cum and she’s barely even done anything!

  Rose was watching him as if deriving her own excitement from his pleasurable torture. She pursed her lips and then carefully moved her mouth forward, meeting Max’s eyes once more before making contact.

  “Oh god!” Max tried to steady his breathing as a bomb of pleasure went off inside of him. His knees were threatening to buckle, but he focused and forced himself to remain standing.

  “I’m really good at this, you know,” whispered Rose. She kissed his cock again, flicking her tongue out as her tongue out through her lips as her mouth made contact. A surprising amount of pre-cum dripped freely from the top of Max’s tool. He watched as Rose licked it up with her tongue, doing it as if she enjoyed the taste.