Coming Home (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Mmmmm…” She smiled, and parted her lips. Instead of immediately transitioning into sucking Max’s cock, as he’d been expecting, she opened her mouth wide and slowly brought it forward.

  The result was that Max’s erection went inside of her mouth, but didn’t make contact with anything other than humid breath. He watched her carefully and then felt a soft, wet tongue begin sponge over his cock.

  She’s toying with me. I bet she’s figured out that I’m still…

  Rose shifted slightly, and Max’s cock poked against the inside of her cheek, pushing all thought out of his mind. She let out a deep breath and then played her tongue over the tip of his erection. His entire thing was dripping wet with her saliva, but Max still wanted more, needed more.

  Rose could see what she was doing to him, and it was clear that she loved every second. Max moved one of his hands to the back of her head, desperate to give her some encouragement, but she pulled away, taking her mouth off his cock.

  “Is this what you want, Max?” Still in total control of the situation, Rose leaned forward again. Max thought she was going to take the tease further, but instead she wrapped her lips around his fat rod and began sucking ravenously.

  “Jesus!” This time, Max almost did collapse to the ground. Rose set one of her hands on his stomach, as though lending him strength, and sucked like a siren. Her tongue continued sponging and massaging inside her mouth. Her lips were like a vacuum seal. It felt wet, warm, and amazing.

  Rose turned her head a bit each time she bobbed her head, spiraling her mouth along Max’s dick as though trying to unscrew his penis from his body. It felt unbelievably good.

  “Fuck, Rose!” Max tapped on the back of her head. He was approaching his limit too quickly, and everything was happening too fast. Rose didn’t slow down, and rather, sped up her pace.

  I can’t hold out any longer!”

  “Rose!” Max ran his hand through her still wet hair as his cock began to explode. Rose almost didn’t even notice, and continued sucking as pleasure overloaded his body. He blasted string after string of hot, sticky cum into the back of her throat.

  Nothing else that Max had experienced could compare to the blowjob. Well, almost nothing.

  This feels like last night, and then the dream this morning, except different.

  It was a solid minute after Max had blown his load when Rose finally stopped sucking. He immediately pulled up his boxers and collapsed into a sitting position on the sand, his knees free of their responsibility.

  “That was… amazing.” Max shook his head, and then looked over at her. Rose had a strange smile on her face, as though somehow blowing him had empowered her.

  “Like I said, I’m pretty good at it.” She shrugged. “Come on, let’s get our clothes.”

  CHAPTER 9

  As much as Max tried not to, it was almost impossible for him to continue to look at Rose the same way. There was something about the natural way she’d seduced him, her confidence and her aggressiveness, that made him wary of her motivations.

  Why did she pick me?

  The walk back up to cliff was a little awkward, at least for Max. Rose had moved along the path with nimble dexterity and was already halfway dressed by the time he’d caught up with her. Max started pulling on his shorts and shirt, trying not to watch the girl out of the corner of his eye.

  “Please don’t be weird about this, Max.” Rose’s words caught him off guard, and he had to suppress a frown.

  “I’m not being weird about it,” he said. “I was just caught a little off guard.”

  “You were hard. You wanted it, and I gave it to you.” Rose ran her fingers through her hair like a comb. “It’s just the kind of person that I am.”

  “Yeah,” said Max. “I… can see that.”

  “I like to have fun,” she said. “Fun is fun. Besides, how bored would you have been spending a hot, summer day inside, packing away a house that isn’t even yours?”

  Packing! I completely forgot. Mom is still waiting for those trash bags.

  “Shoot, I have to get moving.” Max finished pulling on his shoes and stood up quickly. “My mom is already going to be mad enough at me for not coming back immediately.”

  Rose laughed.

  “You’re ditching out on me to go hang out with your mother?”

  “I’m not ditching out on you, and she’s my mom.” Max frowned. “Of course I’m going to go help her.”

  Rose didn’t look entirely satisfied with his answer, but she also didn’t object any further.

  “Okay. I’m going to find another friend then.” She reached into the dry pocket of her shorts and pulled out her phone. “But you should come over for dinner later tonight. My mom was asking about you and your mom this morning.”

  “Alright,” said Max.

  “And see if you can get your mom to come, too,” she said. “My mom would really appreciate it.”

  I would be surprised if my mom would even consider it.

  Max nodded, and then said his goodbye. He hurried back down the path to the park, remembering the route surprisingly well after only traversing it once.

  Finding a store that sold trash bags was harder than finding his way back into town. There were a couple of different general stores in town, but infuriatingly, the first few he went into lacked household goods. The last one had a single box of trash bags left, and he bought it and left as quickly as he could.

  By the time he’d made it back to his grandparent’s house, it was already mid afternoon. He opened the door and stepped inside, holding the trash bag box in front of him like a shield from his mother’s wrath.

  “Hey Mom,” he called. “I’m back, finally.”

  There was no reply. Max walked into the kitchen and set them down on the table. Somewhat surprisingly, it looked as though Kim had only done a small amount of packing in the time he’d been gone.

  This place is full of memories for her. It must be hard.

  Max started to make his way back up to the room he’d slept in the night before, his mom’s old room. When he reached the second-floor hallway, the bathroom door opened at the other end, and Kim stepped out of it.

  Oh my god…

  His mom had apparently just taken a shower. She had a small white towel wrapped around her, but it was just a little bit too small to effectively cover her body. The upper portions of her alluring thighs were visible, along with a decent amount of cleavage above.

  “Oh, sorry!” Max blushed and glanced away. “I didn’t realize you were…”

  “Where have you been all day?” Kim stomped down the hall toward him, apparently unaffected by her own semi-nude state. “I’ve been waiting for you to get back and help me for hours!”

  “I was, uh…” Max’s difficulty coming up with an excuse was only compounded by how impossibly hot his mom looked in her current state of dress.

  She’s even sexier than she was in that photo. What the hell am I thinking?

  “You were where?” Kim had closed the distance between the two of them, and stood only inches away, pushing her face in front of her son.

  “I was…” Max glanced down and saw that one of his mom’s breasts was threatening to pop out of the wet towel fabric containing it. “I was hanging out with Rose. The girl next door.”

  Kim frowned, but also seem to shift states emotionally. She looked huffy rather than angry, as though her son’s admission had triggered something inside of her.

  “You’d rather hang out with some girl you don’t even know than help me, like you said you would?”

  “No! That’s why I’m here now, Mom.”

  She moved to set her hands on her hips disapprovingly, and the motion caused the fabric of the towel to pull loose against her breasts. Kim only managed to get it rearranged just in time, and Max felt his cock rising to alertness in his shorts.

  This is ridiculous. She’s my mother!

  “Max…” His mom held the towel at the fold point, drawing even more of h
is attention to her boobs. “I thought about what you said last night. About us always moving, and never being able to settle down.”

  Hope surged through Max’s chest.

  “And?”

  “And… I feel the same way.” Kim stepped forward and cupped Max’s cheek with her free hand, sending hot arousal through him like an electric shock. “But this isn’t the place for us to do it. I can’t live with Jen next door, Max. I just can’t do it.”

  “Uh…”

  I probably shouldn’t bring up the dinner invitation, not now, at least.

  “Max, you aren’t the only one who is lonely,” she said. “I only have you as a rock in my life, just as much as you only have me.”

  “Mom…”

  Kim opened her arms and pulled Max into a hug. He reciprocated automatically, bringing her into direct contact with his erection. She was warm and still a bit moist from the shower, and it felt incredible.

  “I’m here for you, Max,” she said. “For whatever you need.”

  Max shifted, feeling his cock poking into his mom’s stomach. It almost felt as though she was moving against it, acknowledging it and feeding his arousal.

  My horniness is starting to go to my head. This is Mom, not Rose or some random floozy.

  “I… I’m here for you too.” Max whispered the words as he felt his mom’s cheek nuzzle against his neck. She smelled clean, with a hint of fruity shampoo and fresh flowers.

  “As long as we’re here for each other, we’ll never be alone.”

  The hug continued on, passing over the line of what was appropriate for a mother and son. Max almost unconsciously began to rock his hips into her, his cock aching with desire. The image of the photo was in his mind, a younger version of his mom in that seductive pose, also clothed in almost nothing.

  She’s my mom. This is stupid, and perverted.

  “Your father is never around, Max,” she whispered. “You’re the one who has always been here for me, and for that, I’m grateful beyond words.”

  Max ground his cock into her stomach a bit more aggressively, realizing that he was even hornier than he’d been with Rose earlier. His motion shifted the towel, and the fold suddenly pulled free. Kim pressed herself more tightly against him as it came loose, pinning her naked body against him and hiding what would be revealed if she gave the towel room to fall.

  “Oops,” she said, giggling. “These towels always come loose on me.”

  “Yeah,” said Max.

  The hug continued. Max fought the urge to slam her against the wall, pull his cock out of his shorts, and lift her legs apart to fuck her. The pretense of the hug was wearing desperately thin, but he couldn’t stop himself from continuing, dry humping against his mother like the horny teenager he was.

  A buzzing noise sounded behind them, and Kim flinched back. She was quick, and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her before it could fall completely.

  “That’s the timer for the dryer.” She stared into her son’s eyes, letting one of her hands slowly slide down his side, passing within inches of his obvious bulge.

  “Oh,” said Max.

  “I’m going to get dressed and fold the clothes.” Kim spoke in a strange cadence, and her breathing was heavier than it should have been. “Can you start packing up the living room downstairs?”

  Maybe I should say that I want to help her fold. Maybe I should push my way into that cramped laundry room with her, and…

  “Yeah, of course.” Max shook the thoughts out of his head and tried not to let his embarrassment show on his face.

  Am I losing my mind? This is crazy.

  “Thanks, sweetie.” Kim walked away from him without turning around, watching him with a strange, conflicted intensity. Max took a deep breath and then headed downstairs.

  CHAPTER 10

  The next few hours went by quickly. Max managed to focus on packing the bottom floor of the house up, even though it was the opposite of what he really wanted to be doing.

  I have to break out of this pattern. I don’t know what it’s like to live a normal life anymore.

  Kim had stuck to the upper floor, and Max was happy with the arrangement. The few times they’d spoken since the hug in the hallway had been awkward and unusual. Kim would call to him from the top of the stairs, and he’d reply from the bottom of them, as though they were both using the distance as a shield from their emotions.

  Max did his best to put the weirdness out of his mind and consider the situation at hand. His mom did seem as though she was listening to his concerns, and in return, he was doing his best to listen to hers.

  It’s all about Jen, and whatever she did to ruin her and my mom’s relationship.

  He considered the photo he’d found of them, and the treasure hunt. The movie ticket was still in his pocket, practically burning a hole in it in much the same way a ten dollar bill would have as a child. Max decided that he’d check it out tomorrow and see what he could find.

  It was a long shot, but the idea of using the treasure to remind his mom of the good times she’d shared with her old friend seemed like the only chance he had. And if it didn’t work, at least he would have tried something.

  It’s going to work. It has to. I’m sick of moving.

  The sun was starting to set on the horizon when Max saw a familiar face outside of the kitchen window. Rose was standing right next to the dividing line between the lawns of the two properties. She waved to get his attention, and Max opened the window.

  “Dinner, remember?” She smiled at him pushed her chest out. “Did you talk your mom about-“

  “Shhhhhh!” Max held a finger up to his lips to silence her. He glanced back toward the staircase and made sure that Kim was still upstairs.

  “What’s with you?” asked Rose.

  “I just, I’m not sure if my mom is ready to extend the olive branch yet,” said Max. “But I’ll still stop by, as long as it’s a quick meal.”

  “That works. The food is just about ready, we’re only waiting on you.”

  Max nodded and watched as Rose sauntered back over to the front of her house. He closed the window as silently as he could and then made his way over to the bottom of the staircase.

  “Mom?” Max stood just in front of the first step like he’d done before. After a moment, Kim appeared at the top step.

  “Hey, honey.” She flashed him a motherly smile, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “What’s on your mind?”

  “I think we’re going to need more boxes.” Max felt more guilt than he’d been expecting from the lie, but it was necessary. “I’m going to go check and see if the general store has any they’d be willing to donate to our cause.”

  “Oh, okay.” Kim was still smiling, but there was something somber in her tone of voice. “Will you be back in time for dinner?”

  “Yeah, of course, Mom,” said Max.

  “Alright. Take care sweetie.”

  He nodded, and then turned to leave.

  “Max?”

  He turned back. His mom was biting her lower lip and staring at him with a worried look in her eyes.

  “Yeah, Mom?”

  “I love you.”

  The words tugged at his heartstrings in a way that was hot and a little uncomfortable. He forced a smile.

  “I love you too, Mom.”

  Max took the long way around the neighborhood, first walking away from Rose’s house, up a block, and then back around. When he got there, he found that she’d already disappeared back inside. He walked over to the front door and knocked on it softly. A couple of seconds went by, and then it opened.

  “Oh, hello Max.” Rose’s mother, Jen, was standing in the doorway. The resemblance between the two was striking, and for a moment, Max was at a loss for words.

  “Uh, Rose invited me for dinner,” he finally said. “My mom was feeling a bit under the weather and couldn’t make it.”

  “Yes, I’m sure she was.” Jen smiled knowingly and then stood aside s
o he could step in. She was wearing a low cut red blouse and a tight pair of jeans and looked stunning for a woman of her age.

  Then again, so does my mom. I can see how the two used to be rivals.

  “Come on in, Max,” she said. “Don’t mind the mess. Rose is upstairs on her phone with a… friend.”

  “Okay,” said Max. He slipped his shoes off next to the door and followed after Jen into the dining room.

  “I heard about how the two of you found the old scavenger hunt.” Jen leaned against the refrigerator and raised an eyebrow at Max. “My god, if you only knew how strange it is to think of you too digging into it after all these years.”

  “I uh, found the photo in my mom’s room,” he replied. “It looked like it hadn’t been touched for a really long time.”

  Jen nodded. There was a strange, far-off glimmer in her eye, as though memories of the past were coming back to her in full force.

  “I do hope I get a chance to talk to your mom before the two of you leave.” She shook her head slightly and looked out the side window toward Max’s grandparent’s house. “There’s still a lot left unsaid between the two of us.”

  “Max?” Rose came bounding down the stairs into the living room, looking confused and a bit annoyed. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me he was here?”

  “I figured that you and Phillip could use another minute or two to finish up what you were talking about.” Jen looked at Max as she spoke instead of her daughter. Her eyes had a knowing look in them, as though she’d just done a great favor.

  So that’s it, then. No wonder she came on to me so strong.

  Rose blushed and glared at her mother for a moment.

  “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving,” said Max. The tension in the room was enough to make him feel a bit uncomfortable, but after what he’d been through with his mother that day, he was sort of used to it.

  “Of course,” said Jen. “Come on, have a seat in the dining room.”