50 Forbidden Explicit Erotica Sex Stories

by Lexi Sinner

  “Oh well, that works. Make yourself right at home.”

  Adam didn’t want to say that he already did and slept with his new wife, but instead he just simply smiled.

  “Thank you. I certainly will.”

  Dinner was ready in about twenty or so minutes, and meanwhile, Adam and Jason chatted. His dad did play a little bit of catchup with him, and Adam spoke about what he’d been doing with an innocent smile. He saw Stacy over in the corner giving him a look, and Adam wondered if she would want more.

  Dinner was quite interesting, but in a strange way, they all acted perfectly normal. Adam didn’t understand how that happened, especially with recent events, but the father acted like there was nothing going on, and it seemed almost surreal. However, after a little bit, Jason then spoke.

  “Say dad, is it cool if Adam comes over for a bit this weekend?”

  “Sure. I mean, you’re always welcome here Adam,” his father said.

  Stacy looked at me, and judging from the look in her eyes, I could tell that she had other plans for this weekend as well.

  “Sure, I’d love to come over once again,” Adam said to the man.

  “Great! I actually won’t be around much tomorrow, but hopefully I’ll be here whenever you’re around,” the man said.

  Adam smiled awkwardly, but he could tell from the look on everyone else’s faces that this was only the beginning. The rest of dinner seemed practically normal, and then, once Adamwas getting ready to leave, he saw Stacy come towards him. Her youthful body made Adam groan slightly, and it was all he could do not to do what he did earlier once again.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “Hey yourself,” he replied to her.

  “So, uh, are you still coming over tomorrow?” she asked him.

  “Yeah I can. Why?” he asked.

  “Because I’d love to repeat what we did yesterday again,” she said.

  Immediately, Jason walked in, and she smiled at him.

  “You taking him home?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Iwanted to make sure he could get in before his parents go to bed,” Jason said.

  “Well, if you need a place to stay, you can always come here,” she told Adam.

  Adam smiled., knowing immediately what she wanted from that.

  “Thanks. I’ll definitely consider it,” he said with a smile.

  She grinned at him, leaving him alone. Jason then turned to Adam, a bit confused.

  “Wait a second, did she—”

  “Yeah. She did,” he said.

  “Holy shit,” Jason said.

  “We can continue this you know,” he told Jason with a smile.

  “Well, if you want to,” Jason admitted.

  Adam nodded. “I think having a little bit of fun every now and then won’t harm us,” he said with a smile.

  “Honestly, you’replaying with fire here dude. You’ve got to be careful.”

  “As do you. now let’s get the hell out of here before someone overhears us,” Adaminsisted.

  Jason then walked out of there with him, and soon, they were in the car. It was then when Jason spoke.

  “Ireally liked that. I feel like I did something wrong, but at the same time, it was so fucking right,” he said.

  “Yes. I feel the same way,” Adam said.

  “So, you really want to do this again?”

  “Well, Stacy seems very Adamant about having a bit of fun again, so I’m down if you’re down,” Adam replied.

  “Okay. Let’s do it,” Jason replied.

  Adam smirked at the other man, realizing that the other was definitely just as happy as he was. He then started to look around at the place. This old town was just like the one in the past, and while things had changed for him in some ways, it wasn’t totally different. Probably the biggest thing was what happened tonight. He didn’texpect to get seduced by the stepmom, and learn about ho crazy entirefamily was. He knew that the stepmom was lonely and horny, and Adam liked that. He honestly didn’t feel guilty.

  He could tell that Jason did however, mostly because that was his stepmom. But, Adam also noticed as well that it was the beginning of something more, something bigger than the both of them, and Adam felt ready to explore this. He wanted to see just what might happen with the stepmom, and in all honesty, he wanted to see where this might go.

  He got to his parent’s house, and while they did ask where he’d been, he was honest and said that he wanted to see Jason, because they were busy. They were fine with that, and even admitted for the first half of the day, they’d be busy as well. It seemed like he came during the time everyone was busy, which he didn’t mind, because it gave him time to do what he wanted to do once again.

  He went to bed excited to have fun with her tomorrow, to do what they did once more, and for Adam, he knew that while it was wrong, in a strange way it felt right. He lusted for the stepmom, and he knew that Jason did as well. Together, they would both get to unleash their sexual desires, and it would be the beginning of something new, and something fun, for the both of them that they were ready to enjoy, and something that they could experience once again with that hot stepmom.

  Story 22

  Dalton pulled the strap around on his lifting belt until he felt the padding snug against his lower back. He slapped the Velcro in place and turned his arms from side to side.

  Dalton was a beefy guy with thick arms and a broad chest. Football had taken him to a top university, but a bullshit back injury had sidelined him. Partying and not giving a shit about classes had finished off his career. He was still strong and yet knew his limits, but he hated wearing the weight belt. It reminded him that he was still human and not the god he thought he was in high school.

  “Are you ready?” Branch asked from the other end of the china cabinet.

  “Yeah, lift with your legs,” Dalton said. “This piece is awkward.”

  Branch shook his head. “Are you going to say that shit every time we pick something up at every moving job for the rest of my life?”

  Dalton ran his hands through the sweat wetting his dark hair. “Until I think you are listening.”

  Branch squatted down to grab the cabinet with one hand under the sculpted edge and the other braced along the back. Branch was taller and skinnier, but still strong. He had played baseball in school, but got expelled for pot. He managed to beat the charges on a chain of custody issue with the cops, but his chances of playing in school were screwed and he didn’t bother finishing high school. Branch was a couple years past due for college graduation and the moving company was the steadiest work he had had since leaving high school.

  Like Dalton, Branch had bounced around from job to job until John Tollman called them.

  Branch said, “Stop being my grandma and let’s just move this stuff. We have the back braces, dude.”

  Dalton shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. Don’t let it make you lazy. You still have to lift with your legs.”

  Branch sighed and gave Dalton a pulled smile. “Okay, Grandma Dalton, I am about to lift the shit out of this cabinet with my legs. I’m going to lift with my legs all night until the china inside calls me daddy.”

  Dalton shook his head and squatted down on the other end. “We packed the china in boxes and tied the drawers shut. The china won’t even know what happened.”

  Branch nodded. “Story of my life. Let’s go.”

  They hoisted it up and Dalton shuffled around and backward toward the front door. The piece wasn’t heavy, but a lot of the weight seemed to be in the ass end and then on the front with the thick, glass doors. The thing kept wanting to tip forward, so Dalton and Branch leaned it back a few degrees to keep a grip.

  As they neared the front door, a shriek echoed out from the archway leading to the kitchen. For a split second, Dalton thought the lady supervising the packing of her things was freaking out about them carrying the cabinet. Women got nervous about movers carrying their favorite stuff. Sometimes they were upset about moving at all. Usually th
ey had been packing for days or weeks. They were exhausted and wound up tight by the time the crew got there. Dalton felt like a grief counselor more than a mover sometimes.

  As he glanced over, he saw the lady bent over the kitchen table. She was a little on the heavy side, but it gave her plenty of ass to look at especially with her flowered skirt tossed up past her waist and her panties down around her dimpled knees. John Tollman plowed his thick cock up into her slamming into her ample ass, jiggling her ass cheeks like a champ.

  John held onto her hips as he drilled up into her harder and picked her feet up off the linoleum. She balanced herself on the end of the table with her ass up in the air and let out a warbling scream. “Oh, God, yes. Yes! I needed this so bad. Pound my slut pussy. Fill me up. Oh, God. Don’t stop. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

  Dalton and Branch exchanged a look across the front of the china cabinet and both bit their lips to avoid laughing. They righted the cabinet and lowered it almost to the ground as they shuffled out the door.

  “Tight fit.” Dalton grunted.

  “You talking about the cabinet or John’s cock in the client’s pussy?” Branch asked

  Dalton snorted.

  They stepped onto the metal ramp resting on the front steps and walked backward up into the back of the truck which was open and backed at an angle into the yard. They set the cabinet down and slid it back against the padded bumpers along the inside of the cargo section.

  Branch held his back as Dalton dug through the Rubbermade supply box for the orange and yellow bungee cords which were longer.

  “You lifted with your back, didn’t you?” Dalton asked.

  “No. Damn, man. Be cool.”

  “Well, stop standing and grab the blankets then.”

  Branch grabbed one of the gray, quilted furniture covers from the raised shelf on the back wall of the truck. He flung it over the top and Dalton straightened it on his side.

  Branch snickered and said, “John better be lifting with his legs or he’ll throw out his back lifting that ass.”

  Dalton snorted and then coughed as he hooked the first bungee and passed the other end to Branch. Dalton said, “You are wrong for that.”

  Branch stretched the cord out across the blanket over the glass front of the cabinet. He hooked it onto the strut behind the bumper pad. Dalton hooked on the second cord lower around the base of the cabinet.

  “Seriously though. He should be wearing the weight belt at least,” Branch said.

  They both laughed.

  Dalton said, “The belt chaffs if you wear it with no pants on.”

  “You know that from experience?”

  “There’s a warning label.”

  Dalton passed off the other hook on the cord and Branch stretched it around before securing it on the other side.

  They both stood and walked down the ramp. As they entered the house again, they both turned to peek at the action in the kitchen.

  The housewife was flipped over on her back on the table. Her blouse was pulled open showing heavy tits that bounced up high enough to hit her in the chin as John power thrust between her legs. He drew out almost to the head of his cock before ramming back in slapping his balls against her impressive ass and the edge of the kitchen table. John had his elbows hooked under her bent knees and spread legs hoisting her up to give himself a better angle. Dalton noticed John really was using more of his back than he should be. The housewife was far enough past the edge of the archway that she would not see the boys watching, if she turned her head. She reached up and clawed her red fingernails down John’s hairy chest where his uniform shirt was open.

  John glanced over and caught Branch and Dalton watching. He did not break rhythm, but gave a wink and a thumbs up from under one thick thigh.

  Branch and Dalton exchanged a look and continued on through the living room.

  “I didn’t need to see that,” Branch said.

  “It is not the best mental image for sure.”

  John had made it through college unlike his friends. He had a business degree. He made a little money with a tech start-up dealing with medical data keeping, but some scandal Dalton didn’t really understand had sunk the company. John still managed to hold onto the nice house, nice car, and nice wife. He was doing some pyramid scheme on the side online that Dalton had passed on. When John started the moving company, Dalton and Branch had jumped on that offer.

  John was good about getting them work all through the week. They were usually done in time for a late lunch on John. It was almost like having half a day off every day and it paid better than most of the crap work Dalton had been doing.

  It would have gone faster if John did less fucking and more lifting, but they got very good rates and tips. There was also repeat business. Some days they were paid full rate to rearrange furniture while John took a trip into the bedroom to do some lifting by himself with the client. Sometimes on those days, Dalton was paid to watch TV and drink the unsuspecting husband’s beer.

  Definitely not the worst gig.

  “We really need to load that kitchen table next,” Branch said. “Do you think they would notice, if we took it out from under them?”

  Dalton laughed. “Maybe really quick like when a magician pulls a table cloth out from under the breakfast dishes.”

  Branch shook his head. “I think she is a little heavier than breakfast dishes.”

  “Probably.”

  “Do you want to load the couch next?”

  Dalton stared at the sofa for a moment and shook his head. “No, we need the table first. Let’s take some boxes out. We can stack them on the side and then put them in the truck after they are done with the table.”

  Branch picked up one of the cardboard cartons marked fragile and shook his head. “There is not enough bleach in the world for me to eat off that table after it has sported her sweaty ass and John’s nut sack.”

  Dalton took a box and laughed. “You wouldn’t take John’s sloppy seconds and leftovers?”

  “You’re going to make me throw up on their nice dishes.”

  “If she offered to suck you off while John was plowing her,” Dalton said, “you wouldn’t take her up on it?”

  “I’m not saying that,” Branch said. “I’m just saying I wouldn’t eat on the table after we were done.”

  They stopped at the front door again.

  In the kitchen, the wife was on her feet and holding the edge of the table again. She was angled so that they could see John spreading her ass cheeks open. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass and popped inside. He slid his shaft into her inch by inch as she moaned. “Oh. Oh, yes. Fuck my ass. I’m a dirty girl. I never let my husband do this. Fuck me like a dirty whore. Fuck my big whore ass.”

  Dalton heard something spilling on the floor and he looked around. Then, he realized that the housewife was squirting under the table as John fucked her in the ass.

  Branch shook his head and stepped outside. Dalton followed.

  Branch said, “John should tip her after this job is over.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Dalton said. “John’s a pro. He’s been fucking people in the ass for a living for years.”

  Branch laughed as he set his box down next to the ramp. He pointed out to a white sedan pulling to a stop on the street. “Are they coming up here?”

  Dalton set his box down on top of Branch’s.

  The car door slammed and a heavy man with a thick, black mustache walked up onto the driveway and waved at the two of them.

  Dalton waved back. “That’s the husband. I saw him in the pictures we packed up.”

  “Stall him,” Branch said. “I’m on it.”

  Branch ran back inside and Dalton stepped out around the truck.

  Dalton said, “Morning. I think I’ve seen you in some of the pictures we put in bubble wrap today.”

  The man laughed and extended his hand. “Howard Solomon. Nice to meet you.”

  “Dalton.”

  “How’s
the moving going, Dalton?”

  “Pretty well. Could I trouble you for a moment to look at a spot on the china cabinet in the truck? I want to be sure we take responsibility, if we happened to have violated something that is yours.”

  Howard’s eyebrows raised. “Oh, I hope it isn’t bad. That was my wife’s grandmother’s piece. She will blow up, if something happens to it.”

  They walked up the ramp and Dalton lifted one corner of the cover. He showed a light nick through the dark finish. Howard stood back up and shook his head.

  “That was already there. I thought we put it on the inventory when we did the walk through.”

  “We did,” Dalton said. “I just wanted to be sure that was the same spot.”

  Howard nodded. “I appreciate your honesty and attention to detail.”

  Branch stepped back out and nodded. Howard turned and walked down the ramp to go inside. After Howard was in, Dalton stood beside Branch.