Forbidden Temptation Volume 2 (Taboo Erotica Five Book Bundle) (Forbidden Temptation Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “What is it honey?” she asked. “It’s okay. I know it’s just for the video.”

  It was hard for Jason to meet his mom’s eyes, but he forced himself to, feeling a strange mixture of shame, guilt, and arousal as he looked into his mom’s pretty face. She had put on sexy make up and lip stick, and he felt his cock throb as he forced the words out of his mouth.

  “I need you to, well uh…” he said. “I need you to pretend like you’re on your knees in front of me, well you know,”

  Melissa blushed, but seemed to consider it. He could see that there was just as much conflict inside her as there was in him, and rightfully so. What he was suggesting went far beyond the standard mother and son boundaries. What he was suggesting was being shouted down by part of his brain as being wrong, and perverted.

  “I’ll do it, honey,” whispered his mom after several silent moments. “It’s for you. I don’t mind, it’s not for real, anyway.”

  Jason sighed in relief, grateful that he would be able to get the last shot, but also nervous at the same time. He walked over to the camera and hit record, and then slowly made his way back to his seat.

  “Alright mom, just kneel down in front of me to starts,” he said.

  “Like this?” His mother crawled forward into the space in between his legs. Her face was right in front of his cock, which was almost painfully hard at this point and visibly tenting the fabric of his pants.

  “Yeah, that’s good mom,” he said. She looked up at him with an eager look, clearly happy to have his approval.

  “Now this is going to be a little weird, but I need you to like, move your head up and down,” he said. “It needs to look realistic.”

  “Okay sweetie,” said Melissa.

  She began to do exactly as he had asked. Her mouth was open slightly, and her eyes looked up at them with a look that was clearly intended to be motherly, but somehow ended up unintentionally seductive. Each time she would drop down, her mouth would come only millimeters from his pants and hard cock, torturing Jason with thoughts and desires.

  He began to flex his cock involuntarily, wanting to make contact with his hardness against her face but at the same time knowing how terrible and wrong the desire was. His mother kept at it for a while longer, and Jason began to feel like he might explode from the sexual tension alone.

  “I don’t know honey, I don’t think this looks right,” said Melissa.

  “What do you mean, mom?” he asked.

  “Look, we’re both adults, and you want this shoot to go well, right?” She looked up at him with a serious face. “It might be a little uncomfortable, but I think I could pretend a little better if your, well you know, your thing, was actually, well, outside. Of your pants.”

  Jason felt his heart skip a beat.

  “It would still just be pretend, but I think you’d end up with a better video,” she said. “We don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

  “No! You’re right, that’s a good idea,” said Jason. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, so eager and ready to put his mom’s suggestion into motion that he didn’t even consider just how embarrassing it would be to have his naked erection out in front of her.

  Apparently, neither did Melissa. She blushed and coughed awkwardly, looking away from her son’s cock for a moment, before finally realizing that the only way to get the scene would be to get close to it. Jason began to feel a little weird, too, but the camera was still filming, and before he could say anything more his mom moved forward and the sensation of her hot breath against his dick was the only thing on his mind.

  “Oh wow, mom,” he said.

  Melissa moved her head up and down, just like she had before. Inadvertently, Jason moved his hips up a little, and the tip of his cock made contact against his mom’s lips. It felt amazing, and a small drop of pre cum rubbed onto his mother’s mouth. Melissa just smiled.

  “Jason, just lie back, honey,” she said.

  “Mom, here,”

  He took the back of his hand and began guiding her head up and down, almost like he would in the case of actually getting head. His mother would tense up her neck muscles as he pulled her down towards his cock, keeping both of them in check.

  Slowly but surely, both of them began to get a little more liberal in their acting. Melissa let her son push her face closer and closer to his cock, until he was rubbing the head of his cock against her cheek with every downward bob. She let him, and then took it a step further, opening up her lips slightly and letting him push the tip into her mouth.

  “Oh god, mom…” moaned Jason.

  It was almost as though they had entered into a different realm, with different rules. They were in the realm of acting and pretend, where it was okay for a mother to suck her son’s cock a little. Melissa began to get into it, slurping on her son’s dick and putting on a good show for the camera.

  Jason felt himself losing all sense of right and wrong to the lust and desire that was overtaking him. His mother’s mouth felt softer and warmer and more illicit than anything he could have imagined. And even more, it seemed like she was enjoying it. She was enjoying sucking his cock, his own mother was enjoying it.

  Melissa kept sucking, deeper and deeper. Jason’s cock began to probe the back of her mouth, and made contact with her throat. Instead of pulling away, Melissa pushed further in, taking all of her son’s cock and massaging her tongue against the base of his shaft as she did.

  “Mom, oh god!” cried Jason.

  He couldn’t take it any longer. Any pretense of filming the video was completely forgotten. HEe had to have his mom, his slutty mom. He had to take her and use her the way the clothes she was wearing were begging him to.

  He pulled her up and then pushed her down on the couch, pulling her shirt up and over her head and her skirt down to her ankles. Jason practically ripped her panties off, and then with one quick, smooth motion, slipped up inside of her.

  “Honey, ohhhhh….” Moaned Melissa. “Please, fuck me!”

  Her cheeks were still bright red, maybe from the embarrassment of giving in to sexual desire from her son, or maybe just from the heat of their bodies pressed together. Jason began to fuck his mom, pushing his hips against her and letting his cock push as deep as it would inside her.

  Melissa was like a wild woman, lifting herself up to meet each of his thrusts and clawing at his back with her nails. All Jason could do was kiss her, and their tongues rubbed against each other passionately.

  It felt like nothing else Jason had ever experienced in his life. All of the shame, and guilt, and embarrassment at the fact that he was having sex with the woman who raised him seemed to transform into pure, refined, sexual lust. He needed to fuck her. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried.

  Melissa was screaming loudly, and seemed to almost be in another world. The words coming out of her mouth alternated between “Yes!”, and “No!”, and “Don’t stop!”, but more than anything what Jason got a sense of was the immense amount of conflict inside her.

  This was taboo. They were committing an act of taboo. Neither of them had set out to, but the situation had spiraled out of control, and this is what they had ended up with. Jason was fucking his mother, and doing it with every fiber of his being.

  Melissa began to tense up, and let out one final cry of pleasure before collapsing back and melting into the couch. Jason couldn’t hold out for much longer either, and after a few more intense thrusts, he pulled out his cock right as it began to explode with cum.

  The first stream made it all the way up to his mom’s face and splashed across her lips, as if claiming her. The rest landed on her tits, and then her stomach, with the last few spurts dropping down onto the opening of her wet, well fucked cunt.

  The two of them were silent for a moment, catching their breath and catching up with the situation. Neither of them really had anything to say for a good minute or two. Finally, Jason rubbed his mom’s shoulder and looked at her.

 
; “We might need to do a retake on that last scene, mom,” he said.

  “I was just thinking the same thing,” she replied.

  END

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  Yoga Temptation

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2014 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.

  CHAPTER 1

  “Oh yeah, baby! Just like that!”

  The woman on Jeremy’s computer screen was getting pounded. A large and muscular man was on top of her, thrusting in and out. Jeremy had his hand wrapped around his hard cock and was stroking it to the scene, slowly building in intensity.

  He had been aching for release all weekend. As a senior in high school, the first week back had presented him with some hard problems. It wasn’t the students that worked up his hormones, but some of his older female teachers, who seemed to perfectly embody the class and appeal of confident, sexy older women.

  The porn video he was watching reflected this preference. The actress on the screen was in her mid-thirties, with nice breasts and a nice body. She could handle herself between the sheets, and Jeremy found himself working his cock even harder as she moaned and writhed underneath the male lead’s onslaught.

  “Jeremy, can you do me a favor?” called his step-mom, Stephanie, from the hallway.

  Jeremy groaned, and quickly paused and minimized his video. His step-mom always seemed to have the worst timing, especially since it started to be just the two of them around the house. Jeremy’s dad was the captain of a fishing boat, and would often be at sea for weeks at a time.

  “What is it, mom?” he asked, hoping that she wouldn’t come in.

  As if on a contradictory time cue, Stephanie slid open the door and walked into his room. He didn’t even get a second to cover himself up, and felt his cheeks begin to heat up as his mother set her eyes on his fully erect member.

  “Oh…I didn’t realize that you were…” Stephanie began to speak, almost in a daze.

  Jeremy’s mom was an attractive woman, with a nice face, trim waist with curvy hips, and large, incredibly well formed breasts. She was standing in his door way still wearing her night robe, which she had only loosely tied and covered just down to the middle of her thighs.

  “Sorry mom!” he cried. “I was…uh, just…”

  For some reason, looking at her seemed to make his cock pulse with excitement. Her eyes were locked on his hand, which was wrapped around his thick, fleshy tool. She licked her lips slightly, and all Jeremy could do was watch and think about how soft her mouth must be on the inside.

  “I just wanted to ask you if you wouldn’t mind raking the leaves,” she said. “Please, sweetie, it would be a big favor to me.”

  Jeremy felt himself becoming incredibly embarrassed, but also strangely aroused at the same time. His mom hadn’t said anything about his situation, about how he was literally in the middle of masturbating. Just what did that mean?

  “Of course mom, I don’t mind,” he replied, his hand beginning to slide up and down his hard rock as if in defiance of his mom’s parental gaze. “I know just how hard of a job it can be for you sometimes.”

  “Thank you honey,” said Stephanie. She smiled at him, and then uncrossed her arms. The movement caused her robe to billow open slightly, and Jeremy could just barely make out the edge of one of her perfect, pink nipples.

  “I’ll find a way to reward you, if you do a good job,” said Stephanie. She punctuated her words by first leaning forward, flashing even more of her tits to her son, and then pulling up the bottom hem of her robe and giving him a look at her panties.

  “Thanks mom, I can’t wait to get it,” he said. “I’ll do a good job, and then come to you. For the reward.”

  He was blatantly stroking his cock now, almost up to the speed he had been going at for the video. Stephanie just stood there, watching her son with a very conflicted look on her face.

  “You are a good boy,” said Stephanie. “I’ll make sure your reward is something you’ll enjoy.”

  “Oh yeah mom, I’m glad,” he said.

  Stephanie was also growing bolder. She had stepped closer to him, and completely untied her robe. It swung open freely, giving him an almost complete view of her tits. The situation quickly began to boil over for Jeremy, and he felt the cum begin to build in his balls.

  “Don’t stop,” said Stephanie. “I mean, if you’re doing something on the computer, you don’t have to stop and rake the leaves right away. You can keep going.”

  “Okay mom,” he said. “Don’t worry, I don’t think this should take long….Oh, oh yeah!”

  His cock began to explode out cum. He had turned his chair to face his mom when she first came in, and as a result, his seed splattered towards her, almost as if blown by the wind. The first stream landed on his mom’s bare leg, but the others fell short. Stephanie seemed to snap back to reality and gave him a look that was a mixture of horror and confusion.

  “I…I have to get ready for my class later,” she said, quickly turning and leaving his room. “Just take care of the yard honey!”

  The speed at which his mom left his room made Jeremy feel deeply ashamed and guilty. He had taken it too far, and was a little surprised at himself. It was almost like he had completely lost control. Something about seeing his mom in a sexual light was more alluring than any of the porn videos he watched.

  Jeremy closed the door to his room and took a moment to think.

  CHAPTER 2

  Jeremy spent a couple of minutes in his room, collecting his thoughts, before he finally went downstairs. His mom was nowhere to be seen, and he was thankful for that. The guilt over what had just happened was weighing down on him.

  He typically was a well behaved teenager. Jeremy had never acted out much before. He was focused for his age, and got good grades in high school. He had already been accepted to a nice college and was counting on some scholarships to ease his financial burden for the next year.

  In the end, he decided that the best thing he could do to smooth things out with his mom was to fulfill her request and take care of the yard. He headed outside and grabbed a rake out of the garage. Leaves had carpeted the grass all along the trees that bordered their property, and Jeremy got straight to work.

  Things had always been rather tense between Jeremy and his step mom. She had married his dad at a young age, and was essentially the only mom he had ever known. However, the fact that she was much younger than his father at only 33, and the fact that she was a very liberal and open minded woman, seemed to compound and make it difficult for Jeremy to respect her as the motherly parental figure that she was to him.

  He focused his mind on the task at hand, trying to flush out any intruding thoughts related to what had just hap
pened. It seemed so bizarre to him. Why hadn’t Stephanie looked away? He had been so bold and reckless with it, figuring that it would have scared it off, but in the end it was almost like…she had enjoyed it.

  There had been a couple of times when things had seemed a little strange between the two of them since Jeremy’s father had left. Stephanie had a bad habit of dressing very suggestively, both around the house and out on the town. Jeremy sometimes wondered just why it was that she felt the need to show off, even when her husband wasn’t present.

  Stephanie was a yoga teacher, and she taught at least one class every day of the week. This often forced her into wearing tight yoga pants and work out shirts around the house, which as much as Jeremy hated to admit, looked incredible on her. He felt as though his wandering eyes were in part, due to that.

  Jeremy shook his head and tried to bring his attention back to the raking. There were a ton of leaves, and he was only getting started on the side of the house. He focused on moving them to a central pile, remembering the falls of his youth when Stephanie had raked them for him, and he had jumped in, splashing the pile about as a carefree kid.

  He looked up and towards the house, and almost had to do a double take. The windows on the side he was facing mostly provided mundane views of the kitchen and living room, but there was one that showcased the bathroom, typically curtained, that was open and visible to him.

  Stephanie had just stepped out of the shower. Water was running down her body, and dripping off her hair and her breasts to the ground. She reached for a towel hanging off the wall and began to dry herself, every movement seeming to shake her body in a way that made the action seem provocative and illicit.

  Jeremy couldn’t help but stare. He kept moving the rake, almost in a façade of plausible deniability. A cover story if his mom happened to look out the window and catch him spying on her like a pervert.

  She turned towards the full length bathroom mirror, which, luckily, was perpendicular to the window. The towel was set aside, and Stephanie began cupping her breasts and turning to get a better angle, sizing up her own sex appeal without the slightest inkling to the fact that her son was doing the very same thing.