Twisted Urges (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “I can do it!” he said, moving into position. His cock was aching against the fabric of his pants, and it slid right in between his mom’s thighs. Her skirt was tiny, and he could feel the heat coming off her bare flesh. It felt amazing, so good that he felt a little sick knowing that it was his mother pressed up against him.

  “I guess it’s my turn now, isn’t it sweetie?” Melissa’s butt jiggled slightly as she spoke, sending intense pleasure shooting through Billy’s rod. He couldn’t resist lifting one of his hands up to his mom’s waist and pulling her closer against him, feeling guilty, but so turned on that it was impossible to stop himself.

  “Mmm, yeah, it’s your turn, mom,” said Billy. He had foregone trying to hide what he was doing, pushing his crotch against his mom and slowly dry humping her. Melissa was giggling, and sounded like she thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

  “Hey, holding onto me for support is cheating, young man!” She let out a small squeal as Billy let his hand grab onto her big, soft breast.

  “Mom…” he whispered. Billy had no idea what he was doing, but she wasn’t stopping him, and his hormones were overpowering any sense of logic or reason that he had left.

  “Billy, I’m serious!” laughed his mother. “I think you’re confused on the rules.”

  He lifted his other hand off the mat and grabbed both of her breasts, kneading them and pushing them together as he dry fucked her from behind. Melissa leaned back a little bit and let out a soft moan as the two of them grinded on each other like horny teenagers at a dimly lit school dance.

  “Ooh, Billy,” whispered Melissa. She didn’t say anything for several seconds after that, but Billy knew exactly what she was thinking.

  He was rubbing his package against her panty covered cunt, and groping at her breasts in a manner that would have been unseemly even if he hadn’t been her son. The two of them were as close to having sex as two people could get with their clothes on, and it felt amazing.

  “Mom!” Billy cried out, both in shame and in pleasure. They were not playing a game anymore, and he needed release. He pushed his mom’s upper body down to the ground and grabbed her tightly by the hips, rubbing his dick into her ass and pussy as though it was the only thing that mattered.

  “Sweetie… hold on,” whispered Melissa, coming to her senses. “Wait, Billy! I’m your mother!”

  Her words only spurred him on further. He let one of his hands slide up her shirt and grope at her breast, feeling the soft flesh underneath his fingers and becoming even more aroused. A voice was screaming in the back of his head for him to stop, for him to get away from her and end the situation before it got any worse.

  Billy didn’t listen to it. He couldn’t listen to it. His mom’s body was so hot, hotter than any woman’s body that he’d ever seen before, and she was dressed like a dirty, eager, slut. He banged his crotch forward against her, almost hard enough to hurt his hip bone, and felt his cock flood with pleasure.

  “Billy!” Melissa whipped around, falling onto the game mat with her legs spread, and boobs pushed forward erotically. Billy couldn’t stop himself from climbing on top of her, kissing her neck, and thrusting up against her.

  “Oh god mom, you’re so…” He trailed off as a bit of reality began to float back into his awareness. She was his mother, and he was doing something that was so terribly wrong.

  “Billy…” Melissa licked her lips, looking right into her son’s eyes as he begin to blush and feel the shame that had been hovering on the horizon. She pulled his face down to her breasts, and tried to hug him as though he was still a young boy.

  “It’s okay sweetie, you just got a little…” She spoke softly, as though she was trying to rock him to sleep. “A little carried away.”

  “Mom…” Billy slowly pulled his head up from her breasts, a tense, loaded moment hanging on the air, and then leaned in to kiss her.

  Melissa tried to turn away, but his lips met hers before she could. She kissed him back, not as a lover, but as a mother.

  Billy couldn’t stop his hands from drifting back to her breasts. He began to grope at them again, and his hips reawakened and pushed his package against her. His mom turned around, and he wasn’t sure if she was trying to end the embrace, or just letting him take her from another angle.

  “Billy…” she whispered. His hands slid up her stomach and groped at her breasts, and then his cock began to grind against her butt.

  The voice was even louder inside his head. He was about to make a big mistake, possibly the biggest in his life. Even as Billy felt a strange mixture of desire and dread, his hands went to work, unzipping his pants and sliding them off of him.

  His cock poked out of his boxers without needing to be asked, and for a moment he had a strange thought about what his mom would think if she saw it. His mom, the woman he was grinding against, the sexy, gorgeous woman whose body was pressed against his.

  Billy reached his hands around and roughly began pulling her blouse open. Melissa let out an odd sounding moan, half pleasure and half disbelief. He fumbled for a moment before realizing that there was no way for him to get her shirt and bra off from that angle, and instead just pulled them down far enough so her tits could hang free.

  “Oh god, Billy!” His mother’s voice was almost unrecognizable to him. He could still hear the intense love that she had for him in it, but there was so much more, so much conflict and so much confusion.

  “Mom, I, I can’t stop!” Billy wondered if there was any way for her to understand, or if he even understood it himself. She was his mom, and he wanted her to love him, and be proud of him. She was his mom, the ultimate MILF, and a woman who could be a playboy centerfold if she had the desire.

  She was his mom, and even though it made him feel more guilt and shame than he had ever suspected a single person could harbor, he couldn’t stop what happened next. Billy leaned her forward, and then, sliding his dick underneath her tiny black skirt and slipping her panties to the side, he pushed his cock forward, inside of her.

  “Oh…” whispered Melissa. “Oh!”

  Billy felt her, so warm and wet, and so ready, and couldn’t believe it himself. He wasn’t really fucking his own mother… was he? He promised himself that it wasn’t the case, that it couldn’t be the case. And then he began to move.

  “Mom,” Billy whispered, as he pumped his dick inside her for the very first time. “I, I don’t know what’s happening.”

  “It’s okay, sweetie,” said Melissa. “Just… step back. This is all just an accident.”

  “Yeah, oh man, yeah,” moaned Billy. She was right. He needed to just back away from her, and everything would be fine. And he told himself that he would, after just a couple more thrusts.

  “Oh, Billy,” moaned his mother. “Oh god!”

  She was leaned forward, and appeared to be shuddering in time with his thrusts. Billy grabbed at her tits again, now naked and so soft and warm under his fingers, and pumped into her harder.

  “Oh mom, you feel so…” Billy was so confused, and as the situation came into focus, a pit formed in his stomach. “Mom, oh god, I’m sorry!”

  He finally managed to pull back, and Melissa slipped away, lying down on the mat and facing him with her legs spread. Her breasts were pushed up by her bra and blouse underneath, both of them dotted with perfect pink nipples, and her cunt called out to him and his cock.

  “Billy,” his mom whispered.

  He moved forward and was on her again, pushing his cock deep inside her cunt and letting out a loud moan as the pleasure exploded inside his body.

  “Oh god!” Billy was fully aware of what he was doing this time, and every thrust into his mother intensified both his pleasure and his pain. It was painful to think of how the two of them would go on after what he’d done, how he’d be able to look her in the eyes and not think about how good it felt to jam his cock into her, to take her as a man takes a woman.

  “Honey!” Melissa’s face was flushed red with illicit
, taboo pleasure. She cupped Billy’s cheek in her hand, the same way she had so many times throughout his childhood and life. Billy slammed into her, their bodies slapping together and sounding out the rhythm of sex.

  Billy was overtaken by an intensely primal, basic instinct. He had to cum, and it had to be inside of her. Even though she was his mother, the woman that had raised him, and even though she was staring into his eyes with the same look that she’d given him back when he’d gotten a bad grade on a test or forgotten to do his chores, he had to cum inside her.

  “Mom!” Billy felt himself reach his absolute limit. He buried his face in her tits as his cock began to unload, spraying hot, sticky cum deep inside her cunt and dampening the game mat underneath them.

  Seconds passed by, and Billy felt as though he was in a blissful, erotic heaven. Slowly, he came back to reality in small flashes and realized that he was no longer on top of his mom, and she was no longer naked.

  His pants had been pulled up, and his mom had fixed her blouse. She was cradling her head on his lap and running her hand through his hair. Billy felt his cheeks heat up and scrunched his eyes closed, not wanting to face the mess that he had made.

  “It’s okay, sweetie,” whispered his mom. “It’s okay. You just had an accident.”

  “Mom, I’m so sorry!” Billy almost felt like he wanted to cry, or throw up. He took a deep breath, and after seeing the look of understanding in his mom’s eyes, managed to relax slightly.

  “It’s fine,” she said. “It was my idea to play this game. I just didn’t realize…”

  She trailed off, and then returned to running her hand through his hair.

  “We won’t ever talk about this, Billy,” she said. “We’ll just go back to normal. I’m your mom, and you’re my son. It might take some work, but that’s just what we have to do.”

  “I’m sorry mom,” he said. She was smiling at him.

  “It’s okay, baby,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, mom.” Billy sat up and hugged her, and felt her soft, sexy body against his chest.

  He wasn’t at all sure that they could go back to normal. In fact, he was almost sure that they couldn’t.

  END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM FORBIDDEN FIRE

  CHAPTER 1

  It was the summer, and it was hot. Kevin awoke slowly in his bed, with little more than a thin sheet and a pair of boxer briefs covering his naked body. He opened his eyes, and looked over towards the door, where Jessica, his adoptive mother, was standing.

  “You know if you kept your door open during the night, the air conditioning would take care of the temperature in your room for you,” she said, smiling. “Unless sleeping half naked is just the newest fad for teenage boys.”

  Kevin smiled at her, and slowly began to pull himself out of bed. His mom was wearing a thin night gown that only just barely went down to her mid thighs. She was a petite woman, with big breasts, long luxurious hair, coupled with a nice butt, and a good natured aloofness that Kevin had cherished for as long as he could remember.

  “It’s not yet, but hey, who knows what the future might hold?” Kevin stretched his arms into the air and let out a yawn.

  “And on top of that, it’s almost 10,” said Jess. “I have an excuse, today’s my day off. What about you?”

  Kevin could tell from the expression on his mom’s face and the way her arms were comfortably folded across her chest that she was just teasing him. Jessica enjoyed his company, and was often almost desperate for his attention when she had free time away from the hospital where she worked. And lately, Kevin had been having a lot more of it to give to her.

  “Well, it’s not exactly like I have anywhere to be,” he said. “Not until I head back to school in the fall, at least.”

  “Most 19 year olds are ready and eager to work summer jobs, you know.” Jess moved closer to her son, leaning over him as he sat on the edge of his bed and inadvertently positioning her chest in a way that drew his eyes to her cleavage as though it had been traced with a highlighter.

  “Yeah, well I guess I’m lazier than most 19 year olds.” Kevin rolled his eyes at his mom. The truth of it was that there just weren’t very many jobs available in or around the town of Chaseville, especially not for a college student that would be taking off again in the fall.

  His mom relented, and smiled at him as she stepped closer. Kevin was fully aware that she didn’t really mean any of what she was saying. Jess had never been a strict parent, and had kept his behavior in line with incentives and encouragement throughout his childhood.

  She was the only mom that Kevin had ever known. His biological mother had died during childbirth, and Jessica, the sweet, sensitive 19 year old with a heart of gold, had been in the room when it had happened. She’d been a volunteer there, and had risen through the ranks after going to med school, eventually landing a job as a nurse practitioner.

  Something about Kevin and his situation, abandoned within minutes of experiencing the world for the first time, had resonated with her. It was a match that almost felt as though it was destined to be, and she’d done such a good job of raising him that Kevin had never even considered that there could be any alternatives.

  “Oh sweetie,” she said. “As long as you take care of your chores, you can wake up whenever you please. I’m just concerned about you, that’s all.”

  Jess set her hand down on her son’s thigh. Kevin felt the vibe of the room intensify as his fingers made contact. He swallowed, and looked over at his mom, doing everything in his power to see her as the caring, loving parent that she was, instead of the sexy seductive older woman that was the masturbatory fantasy of all the teenage boys in the neighborhood.

  “You don’t need to be, mom,” he said. “I’m fine. In two months, I’ll be off to school again, and as overworked and stressed out as ever.”

  Jessica smiled at him.

  “My sweet baby boy, you’re growing up so fast.” She leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, moving slower than she should have. As her body drew in close to his, Kevin could feel the heat resonating off it, and smell the leftover scent of the perfume she’d worn the day before. It was so familiar, but it made him feel very strange, and excited.

  “Uh, anyway, I should probably start getting dressed.” Kevin stood up abruptly, feeling his cock beginning to fill with blood. It made him feel dirty and guilty, and he wanted to get his mom out of the room before she had a chance to notice.

  “Okay, sweetheart,” she said. “I’ll have breakfast ready for you in a couple of minutes.

  She smiled at him, her eyes full of love and tenderness, and then reached her arms out and gently pulled him into a hug. Kevin let his own hands wrap around her back. The feeling her body and big, soft breasts against him was absolute torture, torture of a form that managed to put terribly naughty ideas into his head.

  “I love you, Kev
in,” whispered his mom. Her words landed on his neck, tickling the hairs on his skin and making him wonder what it would feel like to have a kiss in their place.

  “I love you too, mom,” said Kevin. It took all of the willpower and control he could from throwing her down on the bed, and when the two of them finally parted, he was ashamed and embarrassed to see that he had an erection poking out against the fabric of his boxers. His mom either didn’t notice, or was polite enough to keep her attention up and away from it.

  “I’ll see you downstairs.” Jessica turned and left the room, and Kevin closed the door behind her.

  His heart was beating fast, and there was a strange, heavy emotion in his stomach. It had been like this since he’d entered puberty, and he didn’t understand why. The obvious answer was to attribute his sexual excitement to his mom’s beauty, her super model caliber smile and perfect curves.

  Kevin tried not to think about his body’s own physical reaction to seeing her, and having her so close to him, and when he did have to, he assumed it was just because of that. It was because all of the men around Jessica wanted her, it had to be. For his entire life, she had been chaste, never once bringing a single boyfriend or lover home to meet him.

  He tried not to think about how close their relationship had always been, and how dependent on each other they had grown. He tried not to think about how many times thoughts of her had entered his head while he was thinking about, and sometimes engaging with, other women.

  Instead, Kevin walked over to his dresser and began pulling out clothes. The dorms had been cleared out for maintenance over the summer, and he had all of his stuff back home with him. Life felt a lot like it had back when he’d been in high school, except with even more free time and even less to distract him. But his mom was still there, and in her, was the ultimate forbidden distraction. He shook his head, and tried to clear his thoughts.