MILF: Too Close For Comfort (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  MILF: Too Close for Comfort

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2016 by Anya Merchant

  All rights reserved

  Kindle Edition

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers. None of the characters engaging in sexual conduct in this work of fiction are under the age of 18, legally unable to give consent, or related by blood.

  CHAPTER 1

  “Look, we’re visiting family! Aren’t there any other flights leaving that we can take?”

  Jason Kent watched his stepmom, Sabrina Kent, arguing with the airline attendant.

  “The runway is too icy for anything to take off,” said the woman. “I’m sorry, ma'am. We weren’t expecting this, and as always, Velta Airlines will be offering hotel vouchers if the delay ends up extending into the night.”

  I understand why she’s so frustrated. Nobody likes being stuck at the airport.

  Jason walked over to Sabrina and gently took her hand into his. She was wearing a long wool jacket over a white turtleneck sweater and black leggings. She looked good, and Jason wasn’t the only one who noticed.

  “It’s okay, mom,” he said. “We’ll figure something out.”

  Sabrina hesitated, as though the sound of her son’s voice had cast a spell over her. She turned and smiled at him, her lovely features coming to life like a crystal catching the glint of early morning sunlight.

  “Ma’am?” The attendant looked from Jason, to Sabrina, and then back down at the counter. “Do you want me to put you on the list for a hotel voucher?”

  Sabrina shook her head.

  “No,” she said. “We’ll make do.”

  Jason kept his hand against hers as they walked back over to their bags. Neither of them said anything for a moment, and neither of them needed to. They’d been fiercely close ever since Jason was a young child, and Sabrina first came into his life.

  “My friend Molly has a small apartment not too far from the airport. I still have a key to it from my last cycling trip.”

  Jason nodded. Sabrina was an avid cyclist, and at least once or twice a year, she made time for cross country trips that brought her out into the Midwest. She always came back with a certain air about her, as though each journey had a spiritual quality to it.

  “That sounds fine to me,” said Jason. “Mom… I don’t mind being stuck here for an extra night.”

  “I don’t either.”

  They met each other’s eye for a moment, and Jason felt something he shouldn’t have. He’d been feeling it more frequently lately, and as an 18-year-old on the other side of puberty, it was more confusing for him than ever.

  “Your father won’t be getting to my parent’s house for another couple of days,” said Sabrina. “We shouldn’t have to worry about missing out on anything.”

  “It’s him who is missing out.” Jason smiled at her, and she smiled back, though hers contained hints of strain and sadness.

  I shouldn’t have said that.

  Sabrina and Jason’s father, Jim, had been together for the better part of two decades. It was hard for Jason to remember the early years of their relationship, but what memories he did have always seemed to revolve around raising him.

  It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other, but rather, both of them loved Jason more. It sometimes left him with a selfish, spoiled taste in his mouth, but in some ways, it held the family together more effectively than anything else could.

  “Shoot, our bags!” Sabrina bit her lip and gently slapped her hand against her thigh.

  “I don’t think we’re going to be able to get our luggage,” said Jason. “We’ll just have to make do with what we have in our carry-ons.”

  “I don’t have any clothes in mine, or really anything that I need.” Sabrina started to scowl, but Jason caught her eye, and her expression softened slightly. “Well, I guess I do have my toothbrush. And some makeup.”

  “We’ll make do, mom,” said Jason. Sabrina smiled at him, and Jason felt that same unsettling feeling again. She looped her arm through his, and the two of them made their way to the airport’s exit.

  There was a cold winter breeze in the air, but it was much milder than most winters. The airport was on the outskirts of the city, and a few people who’d been on the flight with them were loading up into taxis.

  “I don’t feel like being cramped into the back of a smelly cab,” said Sabrina. “Not after such a long flight. It’s only a mile or so to Molly’s place. Do you mind if we walk?”

  Something prickled the hairs on the back of Jason’s neck. He shook the feeling off and nodded.

  “Not at all,” he said. “The moon’s out tonight, after all.”

  CHAPTER 2

  “I biked down this exact road on my last cycling trip.”

  Sabrina was smiling, and as always, Jason felt intoxicated by the way it projected her beauty, as though serving as the focus of a luscious laser beam. They were still walking arm in arm, and every step he took felt buoyant.

  This isn’t how I should feel, is it?

  “I remember,” said Jason. “You were gone for two weeks straight.”

  “You and your father got by well enough,” said Sabrina.

  “Yeah, I guess we did.”

  “It probably helped that I left you with enough frozen casserole to feed a small army.”

  Sabrina smiled at him and leaned her head against his shoulder. She was shorter than him, but she hadn’t always been. The fact that he was now taller than her seemed to be indicative of something. Jason didn’t know whether it was just the gentle march of time, a sign of how their relationship had evolved, or just maybe, something a bit harder to put into words.

  “You know, this isn’t so bad,” he said.

  “Yeah.”

  “I almost thought you were going to tear that poor airline assistant’s head off, for a second.”

  Sabrina swatted him on the arm. The two of them came to a stop, and a few snowflakes gently began to fall through the air around them, as if on cue.

  “I was tired from the flight,” she said. “That’s all.”

  “Oh yeah?” Jason smiled and met her eye. “That’s all?”

  Sabrina didn’t say anything. Jason felt his heart rate accelerating. The street lights were far enough apart on the suburban road to allow little pockets of shadow to form at regular intervals. The two of them were standing within one of them, and they were staring into each other’s eyes. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, or for other, less metaphorical things.

  Nobody would ever know. I could kiss her, and probably play it off as it being an expression of my love for her as a son.

  Jason leaned his face into hers. Sabrina’s bottom lip quivered slightly. She could see what he was thinking, read the lust and logic that went into what was happening. Jason could see a similar calculus of passion taking place in her heart. Sabrina smiled slightly and set a hand on his chest.

  Something crunched in the snow from behind them, shattering the moment into a thousand jagged little pieces. Jason coughed and looked away and Sabrina started walking again.

  “We should get there soon,” she said, her voice much more anxious than it had been a few seconds earlier. “I’ll keep my eyes out for it, so we don’t end up going too far.”

  “Uh-huh.” Jason nodded, taking deep, calming bre
aths. “We wouldn’t want that. That would be bad.”

  What the hell was I thinking? I’ve never been so ashamed of myself in my life.

  The two of them kept walking, this time slightly further apart than they had been before. Jason felt lucky for the snow, his face burning with well-deserved embarrassment.

  An awkward silence to end all awkward silences filled the space between them, but only for a couple of seconds. The footsteps following behind them grew louder and more urgent. Jason glanced over his shoulder just before a figure overtook him and slammed a hard elbow into his face.

  “Jason!” Sabrina moved to help him and then stepped back. Jason managed to stay present enough to see that his attacker had been a woman, almost as tall as he was, and holding a knife in one hand.

  “Run, Mom! Hurry!”

  “Not so fast.” The woman took a step forward, brandishing her knife first at Sabrina, and then at Jason. “If you run away, I’m going to make sure your boyfriend has a very bad night.”

  “He’s not…” Sabrina trailed off, shaking her head. Her face was a mask of fear and desperation, and just looking at her made Jason’s heart sink.”

  The woman with the knife brought two fingers to her mouth and let out a loud whistle. A few seconds later, another man and woman showed up. The man dragged Jason to his feet.

  “Nice find,” said the man. “The look like they have a lot of cash on them.”

  The woman with the knife nodded. Jason could see that they were all wearing masks, and a jolt of fear went through him.

  They’re professionals. They could decide to kill us, and that would be the end.

  “Now now, cheer up,” said the woman. “We aren’t going to hurt you. We just want your money, and then you can be on your way.”

  “I… I only have my credit card on me.” Sabrina shook her head. “He doesn’t have anything, either.”

  “I take credit and debit,” said the woman.

  “We’ll just cancel the card.” Jason felt suddenly defiant. The idea of his mother being intimidated into obedience through him was not something he could accept.

  I have to protect her!

  The woman with the knife nodded to the man holding Jason. A fist slammed into the side of his head and he fell to the ground. Two hard kicks to the ribs followed.

  “You little punk.” The man laughed. “I’m surprised you managed to bag yourself a cougar like this.”

  The woman with the knife chuckled.

  “You know, there are other ways we can make tonight an interesting night.” She bent down low and put her face in front of Jason’s. “It’s like my compatriot just said. Your girlfriend is a bit of a cougar. Maybe me and my friends decide to-“

  Jason slammed his head forward, surprising both the woman and himself with a harsh head butt. His skull collided with her nose, and she let out a painful sounding scream, dropping the knife in the snow. Jason grabbed it without thinking and whirled to his feet.

  “You bastards!” He let out an animalistic scream and stabbed the blade forward into the shoulder of the man standing behind him. It sank into the flesh, and the man fell back in pain.

  “Whoa, whoa, it’s okay!” The other woman, who’d been quiet up until that point, took several quick steps back. “Relax, it was just… it’s a prank! We’ll leave!”

  I can’t let them get away!

  Jason moved to continue his assault against the fallen man, feeling his own bruises and wanting primal retribution. As he lifted the blade, a soft hand came to rest on his shoulder.

  “Jason,” whispered Sabrina. “We’re okay. It’s okay.”

  Jason took a deep, shaky breath and felt himself come back to reality.

  “Just… leave us alone.” He felt fear returning to him as he spoke. There were still three of them, and it wasn’t as though a single knife would do much to stop them if they decided to attack together.

  Sabrina pulled him away from the muggers and into a hurried sprint. Her hand squeezed tight onto his as they ran for their lives.

  CHAPTER 3

  “It’s just a little bit further!”

  Sabrina led Jason forward, her shoes fighting for purchase on the sleet coated sidewalk. The area they were in was far enough outside of the main city to be almost empty of people, and each building was a distance away from the next.

  It was hard to tell whether or not they were being pursued. Jason couldn’t see the three muggers, but it was entirely possible that they had regained their confidence and were in slow pursuit. He felt enraged, afraid, and incredibly worried. He didn’t care about what they could or would do to him. It was the threat they’d made against Sabrina that was impossible for him to ignore.

  Eventually, Sabrina slid to a stop in front of a medium sized, two story building. She pulled Jason up an outer staircase and then fumbled with her keys in the door.

  “I don’t see them,” she said. “I… I think we lost him.”

  Sabrina got the door open and practically threw Jason through it. She locked it behind her, leaning against it as she slipped the deadbolt into place.

  Jason found the light switch and flicked it on. Molly’s apartment was tiny, just a single living space with a small kitchen on one side and a bathroom in the back.

  “Close the curtains!” whispered Sabrina. “They won’t be able to see that the lights are on. I’ll get the phone and call 911!”

  Jason took a deep breath and then shook his head.

  “No,” he said. “Don’t. I'm all right, we’re both alright, and that’s all that matters.”

  He looked down at his hand, which still held the woman’s knife. There was blood on it, and on his fingers, too.

  “I… I have to wash my hands.” His voice came out toneless and stunned, and he didn’t take off his shoes or his jacket as he walked over to the bathroom door and walked inside.

  “Jason, hold on!” Sabrina moved to push her way in, but he was faster, closing the door and leaning against it as she knocked.

  “I just… need a minute.” Jason dropped the knife into the sink and turned on the water. His hands were shaking, and the mirror showed a reflection in it that looked so very unlike him.

  What the fuck just happened?

  The bathroom was too quiet. Jason turned on the shower. Steam began to form in trails through the air, and he decided that he had to get in, to get himself even cleaner.

  He stripped off his jacket and clothes, stepped through the curtain, and closed it behind him. The water felt magnificent against his skin. Jason ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath.

  The woman kept calling Sabrina my girlfriend.

  Jason chuckled to himself. He wasn’t sure if he actually found the idea funny, or if it was his mind’s reaction to the shock of had happened. For a moment, he let him consider the idea.

  He’d been so close to doing it on the street, to finally kissing her. And he could tell that she wouldn’t have stopped him. There was something about the love they shared that was electric. It wasn’t necessarily outside the bounds of what a mother and son should feel, but it was more intense, and more explosively unpredictable.

  Jason imagined kissing Sabrina, of pulling her tight against him, and he felt his cock get hard. That was something that he did feel shame over, and he leaned into the shower’s stream in an attempt to distract himself.

  “Jason?” Sabrina’s voice came from the other room, and the door began to open.

  “Hold on, just a second!” Jason fumbled with the shower curtain, which was translucent enough to be almost useless as a shield for his compromising nudity. He’d forgotten to set out a towel for himself, and Molly didn’t have one hanging on the rack.

  “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay,” said Sabrina. She walked into the bathroom, and Jason’s jaw dropped open.

  She’d changed out of the clothes she’d had on before and was now wearing a flimsy red silk robe, cut in the style of a kimono. It wasn’t big enough for her by a
ny stretch of the imagination, and Jason could see enough of her bare thighs to make him, as a son, want to blush. She’d tied it shut at the waist, but her big breasts moved freely under the fabric, pulling it far enough open to show off a sliver of brilliant cleavage.

  “I found some of Molly’s night things,” she said softly. “I don’t think she’ll mind.”

  “Oh.” The water was still running, and it took Jason a second to turn it off. His heart was beating madly in his chest.

  Am I scared, or excited? Maybe both?

  “Jason…” Sabrina took a step closer to the shower. “You saved me.”

  Jason felt his face heating up. There was something about hearing his mother’s gratitude out loud that made his heart flutter, and his body ache with desire.

  “I did what I had to do,” he said. “I didn’t want to. I just-“

  “Shhhh.” Sabrina stopped right in front of the shower and turned so that she was looking away. “It’s okay.”

  For a moment, Jason thought she was going to pull the curtain open. His entire body felt hot, and it wasn’t because of leftover remnants of steam from the shower. The moment stretched out into an eternity, with Sabrina standing just outside the curtain, one of her hands running across the fabric of her robe, looking every bit as tempted and conflicted as Jason felt.

  “You don’t have a towel,” she finally said. “I’ll get you one.”

  “Oh… right.” Jason let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the back wall of the bathroom.

  He wanted her, and he knew it was wrong.

  CHAPTER 4

  Sabrina walked back into the bathroom slowly. Jason turned and slid the curtain open as she approached, at first only far enough for the towel to go through.

  I… want her to see me.

  He slid the curtain open further, feeling a thrill of arousal shoot through his body. Sabrina’s eyes flicked down to his erection and then back up to his face. She was blushing slightly, but there was a spark in her expression. Seeing it made Jason feel even more excited.