The Ultimate Prank (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “For a small town hotel, this place is not what I was expecting.” Tom leaned back and fell onto the bed, feeling the soft spring mattress underneath. “I almost wish we could stay more than one night.”

  Angie smiled and came over to the bed. She sat down next to Tom and let her hand drape across his thigh, an action that excited him even more. He tried to smile it off and interpret it as the harmless, motherly gesture it was, but a hard on was slowly creeping up between his legs.

  “Let’s take a look at that cot that Kendra mentioned,” said Angie. She moved off the bed and reached under it, and after a moment, pulled out a very uncomfortable looking flat box bed with a stain in the middle.

  “Uh, well…that’s…” Tom scratched his head as he looked at it.

  “You can’t sleep on this!” Angie pushed it back under the bed and sat close in front of her son. “It looks like it’s fifty years old. We’ll just share the bed, sweetie.”

  “Mom, are you sure about that?” Tom felt a little conflicted by her suggestion, and his cock tingled strangely in his pants.

  “I’m sure, honey.” Angie leaned in and gave Tom a soft kiss on the cheek, which felt much more exciting to him than it should have. “It will be fine, don’t worry. For now though, I need to take a shower. We’ve been on the road for a long time.”

  “Okay mom,” said Tom. “I guess I’ll just…watch TV.”

  He flipped on the flat screen, and watched his mother out of the corner of his eye as she pulled some clothes out of her bag and walked into the bathroom. Tom felt hornier than he had in a very long time.

  He didn’t know if it was the way Kendra had looked and acted before, or from his own hormones being backed up from so many days without release, but a voice in his head was yelling for him to do something about it.

  The door to the bathroom swung closed, and after waiting to hear the shower water start up, Tom switched through the TV’s channels until he found something that his mind found stimulating. There wasn’t much to pick from, during the day, but he found a women’s volleyball championship match, and then unzipped his pants.

  It was hard for Tom to not feel like a bit of a pervert, but something deep and primal had control of his mind. As an eighteen year old high school student, he was used to having his hormones pull him around by the dick, but this went above and beyond anything he had experienced before.

  His cock was already rock hard as he pulled it out of his boxers, and the women on the screen suddenly looked a lot more sexual and appealing. He slowly began to stroke it, balancing his shame for giving in during daylight hours with his paranoia of his mom coming out and catching him.

  Part of it was because of her. Tom knew that with the two of them sleeping in the same bed together, he would have to be on his best behavior. He felt like he would die of embarrassment if he ended up with a hard problem on his hands sleeping right next to the woman that had raised him.

  All of the sudden, the bathroom door creaked open. Angie had not shut it all the way when she’d gone in to take a shower, and now, from where Tom was on the bed, he could see his mom’s naked body through the relatively translucent shower curtain.

  Tom tried to pull his hand away from his cock, feeling dirty and ashamed, but he was too aroused to stop himself from continuing. His mom was turned away from him, and the steam on the clear shower curtain made it so he could see only the most minimal of details. Still, it was her, and she was totally naked, soaping up her big boobs right across the room from him.

  “Sweetie, can you bring me a towel?” Angie called to him from the bathroom, and Tom almost jumped off the bed. He tucked his cock away the best he could, and then grabbed a towel from a pile of clean laundry that had been left on the table in the corner.

  “Uh…sure mom, no problem.” Tom was more turned on than he had ever been in his life, but also more confused. She was his mom, and yet he wanted nothing more than to ogle her gorgeous, naked body, and stroke off to her.

  He made his way into the bathroom slowly. Angie was aware that her son’s eyes were on her now, and did her best to preserve her modesty by covering her chest with one arm and her crotch with the other.

  “I’m just going to leave it on this hook right here,” said Tom. He was staring into the shower, and knew that his pants must be visibly tented.

  “Thanks, honey.” Angie leaned out from the side of the curtain for a moment, and Tom almost couldn’t handle what he saw. His mom only had her nipples and crotch covered, and the rest of her luscious body was dripping wet and on full display for him. She looked down at his package and then her cheeks flushed red, signaling to Tom that she was clearly aware of the state that he was in.

  “Uh…I’ll head out now,” said Tom. He slowly turned and walked out of the bathroom, feeling like a lecherous pervert.

  “Okay honey,” said his mom. “Can you shut the door?”

  Tom nodded, and did what she asked. He turned off the TV, and suddenly began to wonder what the night that lay ahead would hold for them.

  CHAPTER 2

  When Angie came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a tiny white t-shirt and a light blue pair of yoga pants, both of which clung tightly to her frame and emphasized all of her best attributes. Tom did his best to look away, his cock still excited from the incident in the shower.

  “Do you mind if I have the TV on for a bit before we head to bed?” asked Angie.

  “No mom, not at all.” He turned to her as he answered, and blushed as they made eye contact. His mom was a kind, confident woman, and she hadn’t said anything about how aroused Tom had obviously been in the bathroom. It was his burden to bear, weighing down on him with deep shame.

  “We barely ever watch TV like this anymore at home,” said Angie. “It feels kind of like a treat having one with all the channels in a nice hotel like this.”

  She began clicking through programs, searching for something to watch. Tom slipped into the bathroom to change into his pajamas, and then sat down on the bed. It took him a minute to feel comfortable enough to join his mom under the sheets, and as soon as he did, his lower half began to act up again.

  “Sweetie, are you okay?” Angie had a concerned look on her face, and leaned her head on her hand as she looked at him with tender eyes.

  “Yeah mom, sorry,” said Tom. “I don’t know what it is about this hotel, but I’ve felt a little…off, ever since we got here.”

  That was putting it lightly, Tom thought to himself. Whether it was just his hormones acting up, or something else, he didn’t know, but it was hard for him to even think properly in the sensitive, hyper aroused state he was in. He stared at his mom, his eyes being shamefully drawn to her amazing breasts, and felt his cock throb inside his boxers.

  “Does it have anything to do with before?” asked Angie. “When you…saw me? You know…in the shower?”

  Tom felt his tongue catch in his mouth. He didn’t know what to say. Never before in his life had he so badly wished that he could just disappear, and escape from a conversation that was clearly trapped, regardless of how he answered.

  “Mom, I’m sorry!” Tom leaned in closer to her, which only made the situation feel even hotter. “The door was open, and I didn’t mean to. I just…couldn’t look away.”

  “It’s fine, Tom, it’s fine.” Angie reached her hand over and ran it along her son’s cheek. “You’re at a very hard stage in your life right now. I wish I could help you out in some way…”

  There was a tense, loaded silence in the air. Tom fought the urge to grab his mom and grind himself against her. It was a terrible thought, but it floated in the front of his imagination like a forbidden piece of fruit.

  Angie turned the TV off, and then pulled him into her for a hug. Tom felt her soft breasts against her chest, and his cock rubbed against her inner thigh. It took every ounce of willpower he had to keep from taking the situation further.

  “Let’s just go to sleep,” said Angie. “I’m sure that you’ll feel better in
the morning.”

  She walked over to the light and turned it off, and then climbed back into bed. The darkness only made Tom’s illicit sexual ideas and desires all the more real and compelling, but he forced himself to lie down facing away from his mom, towards the edge of the bed.

  “I love you, sweetie,” said Angie. “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon enough.”

  “I love you too, mom,” said Tom.

  Tom spent the next hour or so hopelessly trying to fall asleep. His body didn’t feel right. It was almost as though it was lighter and looser than normal, and when combined with the overwhelming horniness that had been plaguing him since he’d set foot into the hotel, it was hard for him to trust that he could keep himself controlled.

  After coming to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to fall asleep unless he did something about it, Tom got up out of bed. He thought briefly about heading to the bathroom and taking care of himself, but thoughts of his hot mom and her gorgeous body were still fresh in his mind, and he didn’t want to set himself up for an awkward morning.

  Instead, Tom got dressed and headed out of their room, making sure that he had the room key with him. He walked slowly down the hall and towards the elevator, listening for any sound of activity and hearing only silence on the air.

  The entire atmosphere of the hotel was off. He had only noticed hints of it when they first checked in, but it was much more obvious now. Everything, from the carpets and walls, to the lights hanging from the ceiling, looked a little too dark for a place that catered to paying guests.

  It was more unusual than it was spooky, but it set Tom’s thoughts onto what Kendra had told him about the history of the place. It was so unusually empty for such a large building, and Tom wondered how it managed to stay afloat financially with Westhaven being such a small and forgettable town.

  He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. There were some vending machines that he’d noticed on the way in, and Tom figured that if he could get some food in his stomach it might help him relax.

  The hotel door opened, and Tom stepped out onto the overlooking balcony on the second floor. He could look down from where he was into the lobby, and was surprised to see that Kendra was still awake, reading out of a large, very ancient looking book.

  Tom watched her for a moment, and hesitated before heading down the stairs. Kendra had a very strange and serious look on her face. She was muttering something quietly, and after a moment she held out one of her hands, and a soft red glow began to emanate from it.

  Tom took a step back. He was unsure of what he had just seen, but knew instantly that it hadn’t been meant for his eyes. The doors to the elevator had already closed again, and he hesitated as he went to press the call button, his nerves telling him that the movement of the machine might alert Kendra to his presence.

  “Hey there! Are you new here?”

  Tom slowly looked up, and saw something else very unusual at the end of the second floor balcony. An elegant looking woman, at least in her late thirties or early fourties, was leaning against the railing and smiling over at him. She was attractive in a very old school, modest kind of way, and wore a very thin white nightgown.

  Tom glanced down into the lobby, and saw that Kendra had wandered off somewhere else. He looked back up to the strange older woman and saw her beckoning him over with her hand. After a brief moment of hesitation, he slowly began to move her way.

  “Yeah, I just got in today,” he said. “My name is Tom.”

  “Lunell,” said the woman. “It’s so nice to meet you, Tom.”

  Something about her echoed the feeling that Tom had about the entire hotel. She was gorgeous, and looked like she’d just climbed out of bed, but it felt weird to Tom. His cock slowly began to get more and more excited as he closed the distance between the two of them, even as his brain screamed out in warning.

  “Would you like to come into my room for some tea, young man?” Lunell smiled devilishly as she spoke, and Tom felt himself begin to get a little excited. He was still so horny, and at least one rock hard part of him was interested in getting to know Lunell a little better.

  “I would love to, Lunell.”

  Tom followed her down the hallway. She had a fantastic butt, and perfect hips, but there was something else about her that he couldn’t help but notice. Every step she took looked and sounded lighter than it should have, as if she was somehow floating as she walked.

  “This is it, Tom,” said Lunell. She opened the unlocked door slowly, as if it took a great deal of effort.

  Tom looked into her room, and saw that it was much, much nicer than the one he and his mom had been given. There was more space, the bed was bigger and fancier looking, and everything felt as though it had been frozen in time, as if nothing in the room had been updated since the 60s or 70s.

  “I don’t usually invite men back to my room so quickly,” said Lunell. “I’m a proper lady, I do hope you know!”

  She stood over by a small wheeled cart in the corner of the room, pouring from a tea kettle into the cups. Tom wasn’t sure what to say, and as he stared at her, he was sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

  Lunell looked as though she was glowing light blue, and around the edges of her body, Tom thought he could see right through her, to the wall on the other side of the room. She turned around with the cups in her hands, and for a moment all he could notice were her big, well-formed breasts, the nipples poking out against the fabric of her gown.

  “I don’t have a proper setup as far as chairs are concerned,” said Lunell. “We’ll have to sit on the bed as we drink.”

  “Okay.” Tom walked over to her, still recognizing the look on her face as one of a woman who had a certain mischief in planning. His cock hardened even further, and he hunched over slightly to try to hide it.

  Lunell took a sip of her tea, let out a very girlish, proper laugh, and then set her hand down right in between Tom’s legs, right on his hard lump. He almost choked on the tea, and quickly set the cup down on the nightstand behind him.

  “You are so eager and ready, young man,” she said. “But I guess we have the hotel to thank for that.”

  “Lunell, are you…” Tom’s words trailed off as the older woman began to rub and stroke his manhood.

  “Have you masturbated today, Tom?” Lunell looked him right in the eyes, blushing ever so slightly as she asked the question. Tom turned crimson red and shook his head.

  “No! I mean…wait, why would you ask me something like that?”

  “I know that you have.” Lunell leaned closer into him, letting her soft breasts push against the side of Tom’s body. “It’s only because of your manly, sexual energy that I’m even able to be here right now, like this.”

  Tom felt Lunell’s hand against his cock, and then all of the sudden, he didn’t. Or rather, he still felt it, but it was inside of his body, and inside of his thigh. Her hand had slipped through his crotch as though it was nothing more than a projection, and Tom could feel a strangely pleasurable warmth deep inside his legs.

  “I need you to go a little further, young man, if I’m to stick around.” Lunell leaned in and kissed him, her body touching his flesh as normal again. “I need you to cum for me, Tom.”

  “Oh god…” moaned Tom. “How is this…happening?”

  Lunell ran her hands up his chest, and slowly began unzipping his jeans. She let her lips rub all the way down his stomach, across his legs, until her face was right in front of his hard cock. She smiled at him, and then gave his tool a light squeeze in between her fingers. It felt fantastic to Tom.

  “Oh wow, I can feel it right away!” said Lunell. “It’s going to be great having you here, Tom.”

  She brought her lips to the head of his cock, and gave it the type of passionate kiss that an experienced older woman might place on the mouth of her younger lover. Tom felt Lunell’s tongue doing swirls against the tip of his penis, and the precum beginning to form and push into
her mouth.

  “Oh man, Lunell…” moaned Tom.

  “Shhh….” She said. “This is every young man’s fantasy, I’m sure. Being sucked off by such a prim and proper lady. I was a member of high society back before, well, back when I was like you.”

  Lunell began to bob her head up and down on Tom’s cock, gently coating it with her saliva and sucking him off. Tom leaned back on her bed, still in disbelief over what was happening. It was his first sexual experience, and though he didn’t have anything to compare it to, he doubted that there was anything that could possibly feel better.

  The older woman didn’t let up, and shifted between styles of giving head as though she was putting on a performance. Tom was in bliss, and he let his hand run through Lunell’s hair, which felt unbelievably soft, and insubstantial.

  She pulled back for a moment, continuing to stroke Tom and smiling at him coyly. Lunell was in complete control of him, and all Tom could do was stare as she slowly moved in closer to his cock, letting her breath tease him before bringing her lips back to it for a quick kiss.

  “I want you to cum, Tom,” whispered Lunell. “I want you to cum all over me.”

  “Lunell, oh man…” Tom moaned as she began to pump his cock in her hand and slowly lick at it, like she was trying to get it clean through the most lewd method imaginable.

  Lunell pushed forward again, taking his cock into her mouth and continuing her sexual onslaught. Tom was breathing heavy, and he placed his hand on the back of her head and began to urge her further down. The pleasure was taking control of him, and he realized that if it continued to build…

  “Oh, Lunell, I’m going to…” The last word never let Tom’s mouth. His cock began to explode, spraying its white hot payload into Lunell’s mouth with raw intensity. It was the first time a woman had ever done anything like that to him before, and it felt so much better than masturbating. Waves of pleasure wracked through his body, and Tom collapsed back on the bed.