6 Taboo Erotica Sex Stories

by Dee Luscious

  6 Taboo Erotica Sex Stories

  by Dee Luscious

  6 Taboo Erotica Sex Stories

  copyright 2020 by Dee Luscious

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Story 1

  Story 2

  Story 3

  Story 4

  Story 5

  Story 6

  Story 1

  Sometimes life just isn't fair. Spring break is here, and right now I should be lounging on the beach with a beer in my hand, surrounded by horny college girls. Instead I'm sitting in the bleachers of my old high school gym, watching my sister's little league basketball team practice free throws.

  What could I do? I was at college, just counting the days until spring break, when Dad called and said they needed me to come home as soon as my vacation started. Grandma had broken her leg and Mom had her hands full taking care of her. She needed someone to help out around the house and take my little sister Natalie to her after school activities. Lucky me.

  I know, I know, I sound like a dick, but I'm not really complaining about helping out my family. I love them to pieces, and I would do anything for them, especially in an emergency like this. I guess I'm just a little disappointed about missing spring break. I was really hoping this would be my chance to finally get laid. Yeah, that's right. I'm 19 and still a virgin. I didn't plan it that way, it just sort of happened.

  There were plenty of girls in high school that found me attractive, some even flirted with me. But back then, I was too shy and nervous to make a move. It wasn't until my senior year that I worked up the courage to try anything, and by then it was too late. All the girls had steady boyfriends by then and the ones who didn't weren't interested in me any more. The window of opportunity had closed... hard.

  I thought my luck would improve when I went to college. After all, it's a big school with lots of girls, and more girls mean more opportunities, right? Unfortunately, big schools have lots of guys too. Too many guys for an inexperienced virgin like me to compete with. Not surprisingly, my sex life consists of sitting alone in my dorm room, beating off to porn on my laptop, and fantasizing about all the girls I can't get to first base with.

  The more I think about it, missing spring break probably isn't such a big deal, after all. What made me think I would have any more success there than I had in high school and college? Besides, watching little league basketball isn't so bad. Especially when the coach is Brenda Robbins.

  ***

  Brenda Robbins is a living, breathing MILF. I mean a real cougar with long blond hair and those retro-style “cat eye” glasses that make her even sexier, if that were possible. And her body? Talk about curves! She dresses pretty modestly, but her clothes always seem a little tight, no matter what she wears. And when she walks, her ass moves like it has a mind of its own and her breasts are like wild animals straining to get out of their cage!

  I know I sound crazy talking this way about a woman who is old enough to be my mother, but I have always had a thing for MILFs. Don't get me wrong, if a hot college girl wanted to get down and dirty with me, I would be all over her in a minute! But there is just something about those sexy, seductive mature women that makes me horny as hell! Not that I have a lot of personal experience with MILFs. Besides Mrs. Robbins, all of my experience with mature women consists of masturbating to MILF porn on the internet.

  To be fair, I don't really know Brenda Robbins personally, either. Her daughter, Brianna, is the star of the basketball team (mostly because her mother is the coach), and she and my sister are best friends. My mother is friendly with Mrs. Robbins (mostly because she lets Natalie play more than the other girls), but I've never said more than “hello” and “good bye” to her myself. But in my imagination? Well, that's a different story.

  I have always had kind of an overactive imagination. I will be watching porn on the internet and pretty soon, without even trying, I've taken the place of the stud in the video and the porn star changes into someone else too! She might be that big breasted redhead that sits in front of me in economics class, or that hot cheerleader that jogs past my dorm every morning, but more often than not, she's Brenda Robbins.

  A few days ago, I was watching one of those “pizza boy” videos. You know the story: pizza boy shows up at this house and a sexy cougar comes to the door wrapped in nothing but a towel, because she forgot she had ordered a pizza and was taking a shower (yeah, right). She invites him inside, but she doesn't have any cash ( and pizza places never take credit cards in these videos), so she gives him a blow job instead. Then she spreads her legs and he fucks her on the sofa or the coffee table or whatever piece of furniture is handy. The end. Okay, so it's not Shakespeare.

  Anyway, it's just gotten to the part where she invites the pizza boy into her house and starts looking in her purse for cash that she doesn't have, when suddenly- I'm there! I mean I'm really there! I'm the pizza boy, standing in that fancy house, staring at the back of the sexy cougar as she rummages through her purse. I can see the tousled blond hair running down her back, the towel defying gravity as it clings precariously to her curves, her plump butt cheeks peeking out from beneath the towel as she leans forward.

  “Oh dear,” she says, turning to face me, “I don't have any change. I must have used it all at the store.”

  I don't answer. The porn star is gone. In her place stands Mrs. Robbins, wearing her sexy glasses, her breasts bulging from the top of the flimsy towel.

  “Can I use my credit card?'

  Now if this were real life, I would be babbling all over myself like a caveman taking English as a second language, but in my fantasies I'm always very cool.

  I smile.“We don't take credit, but don't worry about it. I'll take care of it this time.” (Did I say cool? I'm fucking suave!)

  Her brows furrow a little and she purses her lips into a pout, making her look even sexier. “That seems so unfair. I must give you something!”

  “It's no big deal,” I reply smoothly,”we can settle up next time you order a pizza.”

  “I want to settle up now.” Her voice is low and husky and her eyes burn with lust. But I'm not looking at her eyes. With a shake of her hips, the towel falls to the floor, revealing her body in all its glory. My heart races and my breath catches in my throat. Her humongous breasts swing like pendulums with each step, her nipples hard and erect. I feel a warmth spreading between my legs as my cock climbs the inside of my pants. Her juicy thighs undulate with each swing of her wide hips.

  I stand rooted to the spot, seemingly powerless to move a muscle. My balls are on fire now, and my shaft is like a red hot poker, threatening to burn a hole in the front of my pants. Brenda gets on her knees in front of me and unfastens my pants. My boner surges from its prison.

  “Well,” she says with an amused smile, “I must have ordered an extra-large by mistake.”

  Her soft wet lips close around my throbbing manhood. I can feel her tongue moving in a circular motion, exploring the contours of my swollen tip. Her head bobs back and forth, as she takes my full length down her throat repeatedly, teasing me to the point of no return.

  I can't hold out any longer. Her cheeks bulge as I explode inside her mouth, sending jets of cum down her throat. With an effort, Brenda swallows, and looks up at me smiling. A s
trand of my milky white fluids dangles from her lower lip.

  “How did I do?”, she asks.

  I want to answer, but I'm still struggling to catch my breath.

  Mrs. Robbins stands up and walks over to the sofa. She leans back on it luxuriously and spreads her legs wide apart. Her pussy is wet and glistening with anticipation.

  “I said, how did I do?” Her voice sounds strange, different. Like it's not Brenda Robbin's voice at all, but at the same time very familiar.

  “Earth to Jason! Is there any intelligent life in there?”

  “Huh?” I look up, startled.

  ***

  I glance around, feeling a little dazed. I'm back in the gym and the voice belongs to my little sister Natalie. She's standing a few feet away from me, still wearing her basketball uniform, and looking more than a little annoyed.

  “Gee Jason, couldn't you at least pretend to be paying attention?” she pouted.

  I quickly cross my legs, hiding the bulge in the front of my pants.

  “I was paying attention,” I protested. “I was thinking about Mom and Grandma and everything, and I guess I got a little distracted for a minute there.”

  “Oh.” Natalie said, her face softening.

  I know, I know, I lied. But it was better than saying: “Sorry I wasn't paying attention to your basketball practice, but I was fantasizing about getting a blowjob from Coach Robbins.” Don't judge me, okay?

  I quickly changed the subject. “You looked really good out there,” I said. “Your free throws have really improved.”

  “Do you really think so?” she said, her face brightening, “ I've been practicing them every day!”

  Okay, now that wasn't really a lie. I was sort of paying attention before I zoned out, and hey, her free throws looked pretty good to me.

  Just then a whistle blew, and Emily ran to join the other girls gathering in a circle around Mrs. Robbins. “That was a good practice, girls.” she said. “Remember, the game against the Wild Cats will be on Friday this week, not Saturday. I don't want a bunch of you forgetting like last time. Now go shower and change your clothes.” The girls ran down the hallway to the locker rooms, talking and giggling. “And no horsing around in there,” Brenda called after them, “Your parents are waiting for you!”

  Parents, step parents, and other legal guardians made their way down the bleachers and took turns exchanging pleasantries with Brenda Robbins. Then they split into friendly groups and stood by the exit making small talk, leaving Mrs. Robbins alone on the court, writing on a clipboard ,and me sitting by myself, wondering what to do next.

  Should I say something to Mrs. Robbins? I guess so. I mean, all the other parents did, and I'm sort of in the parent role today, aren't I? Besides, she might think I'm rude if I don't, and Mom wouldn't be too happy with me if I insulted Natalie's coach. I had no idea what to say, but I would think of something. It's just small talk, right? “Hello.” “Goodbye”. How hard could it be?

  I stood up, stealing a quick glance at my crotch to make sure my boner had gone away, and started across the court. I could feel my pulse quicken with each step I took toward Brenda Robbins and I was breathing hard. My nerves were getting the best of me, just like they had all through high school. This is crazy! I'm just saying “Hi” to my sister's coach, not asking her out on a date! Mrs. Robbins was engrossed in her clipboard and didn't seem to notice me approaching. I took a deep breath.

  “H-hey, Mrs. Robbins.” I said, trying not to stammer.

  Mrs. Robbins looked up from her clipboard and her eyes brightened. “Why hello, Jason,” she said, smiling,” I didn't know you were back from college already.”

  “I got in last night,” I said. “I'm on vacation. It's uh, spring break.”

  “Spring break?” she exclaimed in mock surprise, “Shouldn't a young man like you be on a beach somewhere, breaking girls' hearts?”

  “Yeah,” I winced,”I was gonna go somewhere, but Grandma broke her leg and everything, so I came home to help Mom out.”

  “I'm so sorry,” Mrs. Robbins said, her face turning serious,”I hope she will be alright.”

  “Oh yeah, she's going to be okay,” I replied,”It's not serious or anything, but Mom kinda has her hands full with everything, so I'm trying to help out wherever I can.”

  “That's very mature of you, Jason” she said. A sly, almost malicious look seemed to cross her face for a second. “You have certainly become a man now, haven't you?”

  “Um, I guess.” I mumbled, “ I'm just-”

  “Mrs. Robbins!” a voice screamed from down the hallway, “Chelsea took my-”

  “No I didn't!” another voice shrieked, “She's lying!”

  “Excuse me, Jason,” Brenda said with a sigh, ”It looks like Chelsea is getting up to mischief again.” She turned toward the hallway.

  “I hope we get a chance to talk again, Jason,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “I would like to see more of you.” She gave me a wink and a smile.

  I stood alone on the court, watching her disappear down the hallway. Did that just happen? Did the MILF of my dreams just wink at me? Or did I just imagine the whole thing? The wink, the smile, the look on her face and the way her voice got almost sexy when she talked about me being a man now, was it all just another one of my overblown sexual fantasies? My pants were starting to feel tight again. I walked back to the bleachers and sat down, crossing my legs.

  Mrs. Robbins didn't return, but ten minutes later, the girls spilled onto the court, gossiping, laughing, and slowly making their way toward their waiting parents. Natalie ran up to me. “Shelly's mom is taking her to the mall and she says I can come too, if you'll pick me up afterward. Can I go? Brianna and Chelsea are going. So can I, huh?”

  “I guess it's all right,” I said, “just stick with the group and don't talk to strangers, okay?”

  Natalie rolled her eyes. “I'm 13 years old, not 5, Jason!”

  Okay, maybe that was kind of a dumb thing to say.

  “Okay, fine, I'm sorry. Just make sure your cellphone is on and call me before you're finished, so I have time to get there, okay?”

  “Promise!” she said, as she ran to join her friends.

  I sent my mom a quick text, letting her know about Natalie's trip to the mall. Shelly's mother is one of mom's best friends, so I figured she would be okay with it. I had barely slipped my phone into my pocket, when it started ringing. I took it out, expecting it to be from mom, but instead it was a picture of my buddy Rich sitting on the beach, a beer in one hand and a smoking hot girl in a string bikini in the other. The text read: “U r missin a party, J. U wouldn't believe the pussy I'm getting!

  Thanks for reminding me, asshole.

  I texted: “ Awesome! Have fun, man!”

  Yeah, I took the high road there. Rich is a nice guy, really. He was probably shit-faced when he sent that text anyway. Besides, he's also my college roommate, so it's probably a good idea not to piss him off.

  I looked up from my phone and realized that the gym was empty. The girls and their parents were all gone and Mrs. Robbins was nowhere to be seen. I was all alone. I felt a sensation between my legs again, but this time it wasn't sexual. I hurried down the hallway, hoping the boys locker room was unlocked.

  I was in luck. I stood at the urinal and surveyed my old high school locker room. It felt weird to be there by myself. I had just finished, when the sound of running water caught my ear. Was someone using the shower?

  Trying not to remember all the late night horror movies I had watched, I cautiously made my way through the rows of lockers and peeked around the corner of the shower room. It was empty. The sound of water was louder here, and I realized it was coming from the girls locker room on the other side of the wall. I slapped my head. Of course, the little league girls had gone to shower and change.

  I was back in the hallway when I stopped short. The little league girls had already showered and left the gym! So who was in the shower? Could it be... Brenda Robbins?r />
  ***

  I slowly eased the locker room door open and looked in. It was empty. I glanced down the hallway in both directions, saw no one, and quickly slipped inside. I stood for a minute with my back against the door, taking in my surroundings. I was actually in the girls locker room, every school boy's fantasy! Of course, in my fantasies the locker room was filled with naked girls, but hey, I'm here and that's more than most guys can say, right?

  I noticed an open locker halfway across the room. I went for a closer look, and saw that clothing had been laid out neatly on the bench in front of the locker. There was a rather large bra, lacy panties, a striped shirt and a pair of slacks, ordinary stuff really, but what caught my eye was a pair of cat eye style glasses. These were definitely Brenda Robbins' clothes, and that meant...

  I know, I sound like a creep, but I'm really not. I wasn't planning to snap pictures of her with my phone or stand there masturbating while she showered, I just wanted to catch a glimpse of Brenda Robbins naked. For years, I have fantasized about her body, but now I had the chance to see the real thing! I would just sneak over to the shower room, take a quick peek, and then sneak back out to the gym. Mrs. Robbins would never know and I would have a more accurate image for my future fantasies. Nobody gets hurt, see?

  I made my way across the locker room as quietly as possible, and stood outside the entrance to the showers, listening. The water continued to run and there was no sound of footsteps coming the other way. Moving my head an inch at a time, I slowly peered around the corner.

  Brenda Robbins was standing under one of the shower heads, halfway down the room. Water cascaded down her naked body. She took my breath away. Literally. I tried to inhale and nothing happened.

  Her breasts were even bigger than I had fantasized! I watched, mesmerized, as her enormous melons, wet and glistening , undulated under the touch of her fingers. Water ran in torrents down her shimmering blond hair and scattered into hundreds of droplets on her perfect ass. Her butt cheeks were as round as basket balls, and jiggled uncontrollably as she moved under the shower head. A familiar pressure was building in my pants.